Highlander Magick Series
Time Travel Romance
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Date of Publication: June 8, 2015
Number of pages:176 pages
Word Count: 57K
Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone
When an immortal Highlander falls in love with a human witch, “Mortal Magick” soon casts a spell of its own.
Doomed for eternity to wander nights as half man and half creature, rugged Highlander, Duncan McCord, discovers his curse is the least of his problems when he sets out for a cure and rescues the beauty determined to help tame his beast.
When a reluctant witch, Keara, gets whisked back to 18th century mystical Isle of Skye to learn lessons in magic, she faces the true test of love when she meets the man beyond her wildest dreams burdened with dark secrets from his past.
Forced together to journey through an enchanted country filled with mythical creatures and magical lore, will they survive in a world where evil sorcery reigns, or will a shocking twist of fate tear them centuries apart?
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Trotternish ∙ Isle of Skye, Scotland ∙ October 7, 1797
Duncan McCord wanted a woman. His entire body and soul hungered for a special lass’ touch. The one destined for his love, whom he would call kindred spirit. His stomach tightened, a pain ripping through him like the slice of a broadsword. This canna happen. Not now, not ever. Reality hastily slapped him back to his senses. He vowed never to be foolish enough to let himself fall into another vixen’s treacherous traps.
Dark, threatening clouds rolled over Scotland’s glorious mountain peaks in the distance. The muscles in his legs rippled, gripping both sides of his mount. His stallion, Goliath, snorted and stopped short in his tracks. His enormous hooves stomped the hard ground.
“Aye, ‘tis all right, me friend. Just a bad storm startin’ to brew. What a grand spot to rest for the night.” Duncan bent down and stroked the neck of the black steed then swung his leg over and jumped to the ground, beginning to remove both gear and saddle.
Goliath neighed, his breath white in the cold air.
A gust of frigid air swept around Duncan’s feet, spiraling its way beneath his woolen plaid. Leaves rustled from the biting breeze as they whispered danger through the towering pines.
Goliath snorted again and reared his mighty head.
The sweet scent of honeysuckle filled Duncan’s flaring nostrils and jabbed his memory. The pleasing fragrance was soon replaced with the putrid smell of dead worms and rotten leaves. Clenching his fists, his knuckles cracked. Short hairs bristled on the back of his neck. Wicked laughter echoed through the Highland hills.
A woman’s teasing, silky voice sparked his memory, whispering poison in his ears.
“Your journey is for naught, my beloved Duncan. I see you’re still stubborn as always. Your horse seems to have more common sense than you.”
The snicker became a cackle. Invisible fingers like fuzzy feathers tickled his whiskers, making his face twitch.
“I see ye still didna have the guts to face me, ye bloody she-devil. Afraid ye might finally get what ye rightfully deserve?” Stone-faced, he shouted into empty space. “I promise, witch. Ye won’t be laughin’ for verra much longer.”
“Careful, my spirited lover. You don’t want to wake the inner beast before sunset.
“Duncan lunged from the damp forest floor. His splayed hooves clip-clopped on top of a boulder. His nostrils flared from the irresistible lingering lavender scent. He cocked his head to the side, his keen hearing caught her every breath as each step she took brought her dangerously closer. “Aye, the damn fool-headed woman! She’s done wandered off again.”
He snarled at a shooting star plummeting to the ground. Like a bubbling cauldron of fire, it spit an outburst of flames across the moonlit sky. “Aye, the bonny wee lass is headed straight for a trap.” Clenching his fists, he veered back his head and wailed.”
Character Name: Duncan McCord
Character Bio: Doomed for eternity to wander nights as half man and half creature, rugged Highlander Duncan McCord discovers his curse is the least of his problems when he sets out for a cure and rescues the beauty determined to help tame his beast.
Duncan agreed to sit still just long enough so I could get this interview for Karen, today, but unfortunately, he quickly escaped and dodged my camera. The only available photo I have of him, is the one on my cover - as you can see, he’s definitely quite the handsome Highlander, which also makes it hard to concentrate on doing the interview
Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?
My worst quality is my temper. I would have to say my best qualities are my loyalty and love for my family.
What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?
I’ll do anything to protect my family and loved ones.
What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?
I try to keep me nightly beast appearance a hidden mystery to humans. The few that have seen me, shuddered and made great haste to escape my hideous presence.
What are you most afraid of?
Living alone for eternity and not finding my kindred spirit.
What do you want more than anything?
To end this immortality beast nightmare, and go back to my clan. I need to reclaim my rightful title, and protect my people.
What is your relationship status?
I fear that when ye turn into a nasty beasty at night, ‘tis not much choice when it comes to relationships. Right now I have me hands full tryin’ to protect a lovely young lass, named Keara. That woman’s not only stubborn, but a witch from the future. I fear there can nevr’ be a relationship between us, even if she has found a way into me heart and soul.
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
My leather boots and plaid, or kilt as you call it, are the only clothes I need.
How much of a rebel are you?
I’d be the first one to lead me men into battle, if it meant protectin’ our clan.
What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?
If I can keep Keara safe and help find her a way home to her own century, that will be my greatest achievement. Even if it means losing my true soulmate, her wellbeing and happiness are my biggest concerns right now.
What is your idea of happiness?
Finding a cure and my kindred spirit to spend the rest of my life with.
What is your current state of mind?
I’m furious at myself for allowing a weak moment with an enticing woman, to change my entire life.
What is your most treasured possession?
My steed, Goliath, of course. He’s a grand stallion. I consider him a friend and companion more than a possession.
What is your most marked characteristic?
I would hope people would see me as a good man with worthy values.
What is it that you, most dislike?
Me good friend, Darby, tells me I have a short fuse when it comes to havin’ any patience when people dawdle and put things off instead of getting things done. I believe in getting a job done right and in a timely manner.
Which living person do you, most despise?
Gabrielle of course. I’m afraid Patty has asked me to refrain from sharin’ too much about this this wicked witch. So for now, I suggest if you want to find out what “really” happened, you’ll need to read the story.
What is your greatest regret?
Not being able to protect my family and missing the opportunity of watching my nephew, young Colin, grow up.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
To be willin’ to stand up and protect your family and fight for what ye believe in.
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
To have confidence in herself, and not be afraid to show her true feelings when she’s with the man that she loves.
Who is your favorite hero in fiction?
Robin Hood, although I beg to differ that Sir Robin was no more a fictional character than meself.
Which living person do you most admire?
Me father and grandfathers before me were proud and heroic men that protected their clan and village.
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
Ending this beasty curse and showing Keara the true person I am.
What is your motto?
Don’t judge a person by their appearance.
Patty was raised as a “country girl”, and fell in love with animals, books and the mystical world of magick from a wee girl. With her mother’s heritage, born and raised in Northern Ireland, along with the discovery of her father having American Indian ancestry, Patty’s fascination for both cultures quickly led her imagination to run wild.
Her love of The Chronicles of Narnia Series, from C.S. Lewis inspired her to start creating magical realms and characters of her own.
Patty’s dream to work with white wolves didn’t become a reality, but she considers herself blessed to have been “owned and loved” by a pack of beloved Samoyeds for over 20 years.
In her spare time, Patty can be found sitting beside one of her favorite spinning wheels, blending exotic fibers while her imagination weaves more stories. While she cherishes fond memories of both her parents, thanks to her beloved Irish Mom, Patty’s belief in the little people and fairies still carries on.