I love love! This is why I write love stories. Although I am releasing this book now, “Fractured Love… Broken Promises” is a valentine story that is not about Valentine’s Day. It is about love. A forbidden love and an unexpected love rising from the ashes.
You will not find love poems or quotes of love in these pages but you will experience love.
Coll was shocked to discover that the woman he wished to wed was his half-sister and his half-brother was not his brother at all! He was quickly wed to another lass before the shame could be revealed.
Heather was confused. One day Coll speaks words of love to her and the next…he is wed to another. Furious with the betrayal, she vows to dislike the warrior the king has betrothed her to…not an easy task when he is handsome and gallant.
Determined to stay the course, she soon finds her heart melting as she gradually falls in love with her new husband.
When Coll returns…who will she choose? She does not know that he is her brother. Will she pine away for a forbidden love? Will they tell her the truth before she ruins the one true love in her life?
Pick up a copy and see for yourself why I love love.
Here is an excerpt for Valentine’s Day…
He sat astride his black destriar at the edge of the tree line… motionless, observing the fair-haired beauty making her way across the glen with her hand-maiden. Occasionally, she would stop and pluck something from the ground then continue on, as they returned to the keep.
He and his father had arrived there an hour earlier to be informed that Heather was out gathering herbs before the first frost came. Blane rode out to ensure her safety while his father made the arrangements with Lady Macrae. His presence was not necessary and it gave him an opportunity to assess his bride without interruption. So far, he liked what he had found.
Her figure was trim but not skinny with enough bends to border on curvaceous, as far as he could tell beneath the cloak she wore. She carried herself with dignity and grace as she strolled through the glen. A sudden gust of wind caught her cowl, whipping it from her head revealing red-gold tresses that nearly reached her knees. She laughed as she struggled to replace the errant garment. It was a pleasant tinkle in his ear.
Mairi gasped in fright as she spotted him watching a few yards away. Heather spun around in alarm but she did not run. She raised her chin haughtily as her eyes met his in challenge. He did not move a muscle nor utter a single sound.
The corner of his mouth quirked, threatening a smile but he did not relent. She has spirit…and courage. Tis good.
Heather trembled inside as she stared at this black-haired giant. He was the biggest man she had ever seen! The stranger was broad shouldered with thighs like tree trunks…a powerfully built warrior. And handsome, as well! Even the scar slashing his left cheek could not detract from his looks. But it was his eyes that held her captive. Those bottomless emerald orbs that spoke volumes to her soul in a language she did not comprehend. Without thought, she took a step toward him.
“M’lady!” Mairi cried out as she grasped her arm. The spell was broken. With a curt nod he disappeared into the forest.