Thursday, July 30, 2020

Book Spotlight ~ Scoundrel’s Vengeance (Highlander’s Pact, Book One) by Sky Purington @SkyPurington ~ Historical Romance #BewitchingBookTours

A scandalous second-chance romance rife with passion, intrigue, and a life-altering secret.



Scoundrel’s Vengeance
Highlander’s Pact
Book One
Sky Purington

Genre: Historical Romance
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing
Date of Publication: July 23, 2020
ASIN: B08B6G2PXZ
Number of pages: 175
Word Count: 48K


About the Book:

Despondent from years of war, Keenan returns home to find his clan has been reduced not only in numbers from plague, but the family coffers are nearly depleted. Dedicated to restoring his clan pride, Keenan strikes a bargain with his brothers, they will each marry, but not for love, only for the generous dowries their future wives will bring.

Fionna has suffered the consequences of endless wars and plague, leaving her the unlikely laird of Clan Taylor. When her past love summons her to his keep under the threat of killing her clansmen he captured trying to steal horses, she has no choice but to meet him.

There she discovers a man much changed, heartless and bitter. Especially when he demands that Fionna help him get engaged to her best friend!

Unable to deny him, Fionna plays along, waiting for the right moment to strike, save her clansmen, and celebrate teaching Keenan the hardest lesson of his life.

But not everything is what it seems, and Keenan and Fionna discover that distance and time cannot change what their hearts truly want—each other.

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Read Excerpt #2:

He yanked off his boots then undressed, looking forward to bathing. In fact, he was just about to lower into the water when Fionna didn’t bother knocking but strode right in only to stop short. Her eyes rounded and swept over him, lingering on his cock before she turned her head.
“Apologies,” she said over her shoulder. “I thought ye’d be in by now.”
Had she really? Because her clanswoman had not been gone all that long.
“’Tis nothing ye havenae seen before,” he reminded, aroused despite himself as he lowered into the water. Having her so close whilst he wore no clothing made him want to toss her on the bed and sample what had been long gone from him.
“’Tis something I didnae want to see again, though,” she muttered, flat-out lying. So said the catch of her breath and the way she peeked when she thought he wasn’t looking.
“Have ye more water for me?” he asked, letting her know he was submerged.
“Aye.” She poured it in, clearly trying to remain focused on his face. “Now, sit forward so I can remove yer bandage.”
He did as asked, noting how her hands trembled ever-so-slightly as she removed it.
“It looks good.” She inspected the scratch, nodding. “After ye wash it, I will apply a poultice and rewrap it.”
“Ye mean after ye wash it,” he said softly. “All of me, for that matter.”
Her gaze snapped to his face and held before she seemed to gather herself. While he thought he had her for a moment, he should have known better.
“Ye’re out of yer bloody mind if ye think that’s happening, MacLauchlin.” She tossed him a cloth. “See to yerself, then I will return and take care of yer wound.”
“I will see to myself.” She would meet him halfway, though. “But ye will stay.”
“’Tis indecent.”
“I think we both know the moment ye intercepted the lass who filled my bath ye didnae care much about decency.” He began washing. “Ye know how people talk. Especially, I imagine, when it comes to the Taylor chieftain seeing to the MacLauchlin laird's personal needs. And with them undoubtedly knowing about our past.”
“Most dinnae recall such.” Rather than turn away, she leaned against the wall, crossed her arms over her chest, and kept her gaze on him. “’Twas a long time ago, Keenan.”
“Aye, but gossip such as what ye and I shared stays on the tongue for generations,” he assured, because it truly felt like a lifetime ago. Or at least it had until she walked into his castle again. Until he walked into this holding.
“We shared nothing worth gossiping over in the end, though.” Fionna shrugged. “I think mayhap ‘tis just arrogance on yer part.” She shook her head. “The only curiosity ye bring with ye now is the fact ye’re the enemy and holding my brother hostage.”
“But not wee Dougal,” he reminded. “Something it seems yer clan is grateful enough for.” He eyed her, curious how far he could push her. “Or so I assume based on the more than gracious offer I received from the bonny lass who filled my bath.”
Her chin jutted forward a wee bit. “An offer I am sure ye misinterpreted.”
“Nay.” He made a point of thinking about it before he shook his head. “I dinnae think so.”
“Are ye saying my clanswomen are wenches, then?” she bit back, her temper getting the best of her far faster than he anticipated. Which told him she had intercepted the lass, knowing full well such an offer was likely made.
“Nay, not wenches.” He continued washing and nudged her temper along, if for no other reason than to fan the flames of her jealousy. “For I am fairly certain she didnae expect payment for her services.” He winked at her. “Well, anything except a good—”
“Finish washing so I can see to ye.” Her eyebrows slammed together. “I have other things to see to…people to attend to.”
As she no doubt intended, the way she said it made him tense. While it was one thing to taunt her with what he might do with her clanswoman, it was another thing entirely to envision Fionna doing the same with a man. Because there had been plenty of men her age about. Then, of course, the one who rarely left her side.
Tavish.
He knew what Dougal said, but he was just a boy, not savvy to the way men and women worked. And Fionna had hinted last night at just how close she and Tavish really were.
“Aye?” He tried to remain nonchalant when all he could picture was her bedding Tavish. Rage flared that had no place in this situation. In what he must accomplish. Yet, despite his best efforts, he could not leave it alone. “And what people will ye be attending to, Chieftain Taylor?”
“’Tis none of yer concern.” Based on her taunting expression, she knew what kind of effect she was having on him. “It stopped being yer concern a long time ago.”
Had it, then? Aye, he preached to himself.
Yet, he kept pushing.

Meet the Author:

Sky Purington is the bestselling author of over fifty novels and novellas. A New Englander born and bred who recently moved to Virginia, Purington married her hero, has an amazing son who inspires her daily and two ultra-lovable husky shepherd mixes. Passionate for variety, Sky's vivid imagination spans several romance genres, including historical, time travel, paranormal, and fantasy. Expect steamy stories teeming with protective alpha heroes and strong-minded heroines.

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3 comments:

  1. Thanks so much for featuring Scoundrel's Vengeance! :-)

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  2. I love the cover and think the book sounds really good.

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