Everybody loves a good storyteller—and so much the better if he is a good-looking Scottish witch. In Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones, just such a character tells Zoraida stories about the fantastic and sometimes deviant creatures of Scottish folklore, many of whom this guy knows on a first name basis. In the cliffs above the haunted castle, he tells her about the Blue Men of the Minch. The Minch is a particularly inhospitable stretch of water between Scotland and the […]
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Just Like Gravity is a paranormal romance set in Scotland, but it’s not all about drinking 🙂 The story traces two of Anna’s past lives. This excerpt is from a not-so-good time in 1604. Mariel bounced against the wooden shelving along the side of the small room but kept her balance. Mrs. Campbell seized her shoulder, digging her fingernails into Mariel’s thin arm. “I know what you did. You put a spell on my man just as you did on […]
Just Like Gravity is a paranormal romance set in Scotland. Anna has bad dreams–so bad she wakes up screaming two nights out of three. She smells the blood. She feels the knife. The dreams lead her to Scotland where she hopes to find their cause. Hiking the Great Glen Way, she becomes separated from her daughter and meets a drunken Scotsman with troubles of his own. He’s intrigued by her confession–something she didn’t mean to say. We […]
Just Like Gravity is a paranormal romance set in Scotland. Anna has bad dreams–so bad she wakes up screaming two nights out of three. She smells the blood. She feels the knife. The dreams lead her to Scotland where she hopes to find their cause. Hiking the Great Glen Way, she becomes separated from her daughter and meets a drunken Scotsman with troubles of his own. Anna finds him annoying, but when he offers her a wee nip […]
Day 6 of the Oghmaniacal Blogathon!! During the month of February, authors who publish with Oghma Creative Media will be showcasing their work and their blogs. Today, take a look at this snippet from my Gothic adventure/romance novel, Just Like Gravity. Anna: Chapter 1 All Scotsmen Can Go to Hell I was in no mood to deal with men of any size, shape, or state of inebriation, but it was definitely a man who stood in my way. […]
My jaw ached. So did my ribs. “Ye almost had him.” Ian pushed another Guinness toward me. The lads set their pipes aside, and strummed their guitars. The pub was warm and noisy. “I’ll crack his noggin next time.” “Why do you two fight?” “He’s a Campbell!” “So?” “I’m a MacDonald.” “So?” “Three-hundred years ago, Campbells killed my kin.” “That’s the reason?” Campbell sat nearby. Blood ran down his shirt and onto his kilt, I noticed with satisfaction. The bartender […]