Your Tuesday teaser comes from Ina – Highland Fairlings – Book One

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“Donaldina Elliot!”

Ina looked towards the kitchen door, no longer hiding her actions from her upset father’s furious eyes.

Still her fathers impressive muscular form did not hint to his advancing years as he took up the space of the doorframe. His hands on his hips he looked angrily at Ina where she stood.

Walking slowly around the counter where she had been working kneading bread she wiped her floured hands on the already stained brown gown she wore. An annoying curl was escaping in the steamy heat of the room and frizzing before her eyes.

“Whit are ye doing in the damn kitchens again” Her father’s loud bellow frightened many of the other staff who found themselves suddenly working at the opposite of the room to them, “Ye are a Lady, Ina. Ladies dinna work in the kitchen.”

Your Tuesday teaser comes from Ina – Highland Fairlings – Book One

Available to buy (Check out where in the medieval/ancient romance tab.)

“Aye,” Alasdair agreed touching the still tender underneath of his chin, “I made the mistake of looking upon her as a lady and no the wee hellcat she truly is. I’ll nay be making that mistake again and the next time she has a weapon in her hand I intend tay run the other way.”

Declan laughed, “If yer gonna court her surely ye shouldna be tempting her tay cut ye down. Get her flowers or something.”

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Alasdair laughed and pushed back his mane of unbound, long blonde hair over his shoulder in a gesture that proved a habit for him and had the lasses swooning with delight, “Well now, Declan, ye and yer da should nay be encouraging her tay fight. Tis nay seemly. Lasses belong sewing or some such other nonsense as that.”
“Nay seemly?” Declan’s voice raised, “Were it that seemly when I spied one of the kitchen wenches sneaking frae yer chamber this morning?” Declan raised his eyes, holding his friend’s sight only to be met with a disinterested shrug of the shoulders as Alasdair took a further deep gulp of the appropriated uisge beatha.

Sneek Peek from Highland Fairlings – Book Two – Ebha
(July 2014, currently in editing still so no release date yet.)

Alasdair Brothaigh threw his hands in the air, his frustration clear as he turned to his beloved wife, “I blame ye!”
Ina appeared startled at first but then settled loving eyes on her husband, “just let her be.”
Ebha turned to face her father in surprise at his next words.
…“Ebha, ye were raised tay be a dutiful wife. Ye have always known yer destiny.” Reaching out a large calloused hand he smoothed back one of her wild curls, “Know this. Ye do not honour yer husband and ye shame yer whole clan tay be thinking tay present yerself in such rags,” he indicated the well worn dress she had pilfered from a scullery maid,”Ye only make things harder than they need be.”
Her mother moved closer, looking up at her,”Farrell Quainn IS yer husband. Ye ken that. Ye shame me.Ye have nay been so rude as this afore but ye are a woman so ye say, so do as ye please. I was once young and spoilt but yer da saw through my faults and loved me. I only hope yer husband can see the real ye and nay what yer thinking tay show.” Her mothers eyes looked bright with unshed tears, “Whether ye like it or not, he is yer husband and he may treat ye how he chooses. If ye presented the wife we had hoped ye would be, then ye may convince love and happiness tay blossom. What ye are doing now shows only insolence and disrespect.” Sucking in a deep breath bright blue eyes met and held her own, “Today ye disappoint me, and I am shamed tay call ye my daughter.”
Ebha gasped, her own tears flowing, as her normally gentle and jovial mother rushed from the room.