Warrior King Series

For all those who have been asking: Bound To A Warrior is the first book in my Warrior King series.  It is a four book series. The second book will be Reeve’s book with a release date of June 2011. Haven’t got a title yet, but one should be coming soon. I’ll detail his book in an upcoming blog. After Reeve’s book comes Bryce’s book and I’ll be telling you about him as well. I just love the woman he finds. She’s so much more than he can handle. Trey’s book ends the series and there’s a lot going on in it being it answers so many questions and reveals the identity of the true King.

I’ll be keeping you posted on all the books, giving you a peek of each one along the way.

The MacAlpin warriors have a duty they have been trained for since they were young. Nothing is to interfere with it, not even love. But we all know love doesn’t wait for anything or anyone!

I’ve heard from readers that  Bound To A Warrior is already in stores. A few readers found it over the weekend and are already asking when the other three brothers books will be out. I’ll be letting you all know about that soon. In the meantime enjoy Bound To A Warrior.

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For those who didn’t get a chance to drop by RomCon when I guest blogged, here’s the excerpt from Bound To A Warrior.

Duncan gave a glance over the edge. It was a long, deep drop to the turbulent river below that would either swallow you up or spit you out. On his own he’d have a chance; a slim one, but a chance. Two shackled together, one a mere wisp of a woman was not good odds.

“Figured it out have you?” the one soldier asked with a grin.

Duncan wanted to strangle the man. The woman obviously understood his snide remark, since he could feel her body tremble beside him. However, once again he had to admire her courage, though he was beginning to believe it was more tenacity, for she took firm hold of his hand and raised her chin.

“I’m ready.”

The two soldiers snorted with laughter, but Duncan realized that she was letting him know that she could do this. She was ready to survive.

Duncan, knowing a slim chance was better than no chance at all, bowed his head to the two men who continued to snicker. He then hooked his arm around the woman’s slim waist and yanked her hard against him. Strange that at a moment like this when death could be a hair’s breath away he should notice that she molded so perfectly to his body, almost as if she had been created for him and him alone. It made him want to protect her even more and made him want to survive even more.

“Hold on and don’t let go,” he ordered and without hesitation he stepped off the edge, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around her.

She buried her face against his chest as he continued to keep her pressed against him. They tumbled for what seemed like forever to their deaths, or would it be to the rescuing arms of the river?

They hit the water feet first and submerged to a good depth. He released his hold on her and gestured toward the surface, and then he immediately began swimming in that direction. She followed his lead, her slender arms pumping as fast as she could, though unable to match his mighty strokes.

Her effort, while valiant, hampered his attempts. And he soon wrapped his arm around her waist and with one hand swam to the surface. She gasped for breath and sputtered and coughed while he kept an arm around her waist and managed to easily regain control of his breathing.

The cliff was a sheer wall of rock from river to sky and it appeared to travel horizontally for as far as he could see, leaving no river bank they could swim to.

They had no choice but to keep swimming.

The woman seemed to struggle and he yelled to her, “Easy or you’ll sink us.”

Her head disappeared beneath the rough water and he yanked her up.

She sputtered and struggled to speak until finally she spit out, “I can’t swim.”

Duncan quickly wrapped his right shackled arm, taking her left shackled one with him, beneath her breast, leaving his left arm free to keep swimming. He couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to jump off that cliff knowing that she couldn’t swim. Or had she trusted him enough to save her?

Finally he spotted a small section of riverbank and swam toward it. He feared that the strong current would rush them right past it and to his surprise as he reached for a rock jutting out from the shore, the woman did so as well.

Her extra effort helped sustain their hold there, giving Duncan a chance to catch a good breath. He then managed to get them both to shore where they collapsed on the muddy bank.

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It isn’t easy to keep aware of the soldiers while not letting them see that I watch, but that’s what I do. I can’t draw their attention or I’ll hamper my chance for escape. What disturbs me is their constant interest in the dark-haired lassie. They watch her and whisper and I wonder what they whisper about. Are they making plans? Do they mean her harm?

Though soldiers threatened her of helping those in need, she manages to do so without attracting notice. She keeps the grueling pace they have set for the group without difficulty and it makes me think that she is used to traveling on foot. I can’t help but wonder about her, who she is, where she comes from, does she have family, does a husband search for her?

If she were my wife I would travel to hell itself to free her and keep her safe. The thought startles me for I have no time to give to a woman, to make promises that I do not know if I can keep. My mission is important and it must come first, above all else.

So why then do I chance taking her with me when I make my escape?

The soldiers suddenly start shouting and separating people, women cry out when their husbands are lead away from them and shackled in pairs. Young lads frantically reach out to their mothers as they are ripped away from them and they too are sealed together with iron cuffs.

I wish there is something I can do to stop this torment, but the only way I can is to escape and see that the true king of Scotland takes the throne and puts an end to this madness.

I know my turn will be soon and I must act before I am fettered to another.

One of the soldiers grabs the dark-haired lassie by the arm and surprisingly propels her toward me. He shoves her at me and though I reach out to catch her, she rights herself before she reaches my arms.

What happens next stuns us both.

Another soldier, his grin wide, appears with a set of shackles and laughingly shakes them in front of our faces.

I can’t believe he means to shackle us together. Why when the men and lads are being paired do they bind a woman to me? And though I had every intention of taking her with me, I by no means wanted her bound to me. It would make escape all the more difficult.

When they finished and walked away I looked at her and though I saw fear in her lovely eyes, I also saw courage. A good sign, since she would need it for what I had planned.

The soldiers ordered the group forward, but not me and the woman. Two soldiers walked us in a different direction and that’s when I knew time was not on my side. There was only one reason we would be separated from the others… they planned to kill us.

But they made one mistake… they bound her to a warrior.

Read what happens to Duncan and Mercy in Bound To A Warrior in stores at the end of August or pre-order from Amazon by pressing the yellow tab at the top of the page.