Happy Day After Valentine’s Day     Welcome to my last post for my Blog Bash.

Since Mary says she is a bit silly…read the Q&A to see. I thought I would feature a WV funny man.

Don Knots…known as Barney Fife on Mayberry.           Wikipedia:

Jesse Donald “Don” Knotts (July 21, 1924 – February 24, 2006) was an American comedic actor best known for his portrayal of Barney Fife on the 1960s television sitcom The Andy Griffith Show, a role which earned him five Emmy Awards. He also played landlord Ralph Furley on the 1970s television sitcom Three’s Company.

Knotts was born in Morgantown, West Virginia, a son of William Jesse Knotts and his wife, the former Elsie L. Moore. Knotts’s paternal ancestors had emigrated from England to America in the 17th century, originally settling in Queen Anne’s County, Maryland.[2] Knotts’s father was a farmer, but suffered a nervous breakdown and lost his land. Afflicted with both schizophrenia and alcoholism, he died when Knotts was 13 years old. Knotts and his three brothers were then raised by their mother, who ran a boarding house in Morgantown.[3][4] Knott’s mother Elsie L. Moore-Knotts died in 1969, at age 84. Son William Earl Knotts (1910-1941) preceded her in death in 1941, at age 31. They are buried in the family plot at Beverly Hills Memorial Park, in Morgantown, West Virginia. Knotts is a sixth cousin of Ron Howard, a co-star on the Andy Griffith Show. An urban legend claims that Knotts served in the United States Marine Corps during World War II, serving as a drill instructor at Parris Island. In reality, Knotts enlisted in the United States Army after graduating from Morgantown High School and spent most of his service entertaining troops.[5]

I’m going to add John Denver because of his song Country Roads.          

This will take you to his song  on You Tube with lovely WV pictures   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNPki1WVZdw&feature=related

once there, there are alot more vidoes for you to click on to see more of WV while listening to Country Roads.

We’ve had fun these past 34 days meeting authors from many different genres. Thank you to everyone for coming to check out my blog SeawitchReviews from the Bookshelf. Thank you for helping to celebrate my husband’s retirement from the Navy as we start the next chapter in our lives.

Thank you to the many, many authors for coming by and the great giveaways. The very last post is a bonus. Mary Wine sent me a very nice giveaway for everyone.

So tonight we have Mary Wine.         Bio:

Mary Wine has written over twenty novels that take her readers from the pages of history to the far reaches of space. Recent winner of a 2008 EPPIE Award for erotic western romance, her book LET ME LOVE YOU was quoted “Not to be missed…” by Lora Leigh, New York Times best-selling author.

When she’s not abusing a laptop, she spends time with her sewing machines…all of them! Making historical garments is her second passion. From corsets and knickers to court dresses of Elizabeth I, the most expensive clothes she owns are hundreds of years out of date. She’s also an active student of martial arts, having earned the rank of second degree black belt. While you are here, don’t forget to take a peek at all her intoxicating novels and also say hello at her forum!

I was trilled to get to spend a bit of time with Mary at RomCon this past summer. She knows the area where I grew up, where my parents live in Happy Valley and even the Igo / Ono / Uno area I have lived. So cool when an author you read knows where you came from and is as excited as you are that you share a common place. She is really nice to boot and she can sew, she sewed those costumes she is wearing in the above pictures. Here are some from RomCon.     

So let’s take a look at Mary’s books Shall we.

 A deception brought them together . . . but nothing can tear them apart


Brodick McJames is an earl in name only. To secure his clan’s future he needs an English wife. Mary Stanford, daughter of the Earl of Warwickshire, will suit perfectly. He’s never met her, but what matter? She’ll grace his bed eventually, and once she bears his child he need see her no more.

Anne Copper resembles her noble half-sister, but she was born illegitimate, and can never forget it. The best she can hope for is to stay a serving girl in her own father’s house. But when Lady Mary finds herself betrothed to a Scot, it seems there’s a use for Anne after all . . .

The woman who arrives in Alcaon is not what Brodick expects, and the passion that grows between them promises far more than a marriage of convenience. When fate draws two together, it may take more than a noblewoman’s plot to part them . . .

    Cullen McJames will not have his honour sullied, certainly not by his clan’s nemesis Laird Erik McQuade. So when McQuade tells the Court of Scotland that Cullen has stolen his daughter’s virtue, Cullen steals the daughter instead. Since his brother wed a fetching lass, Cullen’s been thinking he too needs a wife. A marriage could end the constant war between the clans. And looking on Bronwyn McQuade but once has put her in his dreams for a week…But Bronwyn won’t go quietly. She won’t be punished for what she did not do. Nor is she eager to live among the resentful veterans of McQuade wars. And however brave and beautiful a man Cullen may be, he has much to learn about a woman’s fighting spirit. But as Bronwyn will discover, he has much to teach her as well…

    Laird Keir McQuade is a newcomer to his title, and has much work before him to restore the McQuade honor. Finding a wife is an excellent start. He’s duty-bound to go to court and swear homage to his king anyway, a perfect opportunity—were not court women trussed in stupid fashions and corrupted with false mannerisms. Of course, not every lady hides behind a powdered face….

Helena Knyvett may be a daughter of the aristocracy, but in truth she is little but a pawn in her brothers ploys for power. Her smallest acts of defiance carry a heavy price. But one honorable man among a crowd of dandies could give her all she needs to change her fortunes…and set her free.

Among the ruthless ambitions of England’s powerful, love at first sight is a dangerous game. But the treachery, scandal, and treason that follow can unleash as much passion as it does adventure.

   In this first in a trilogy of sexy Scottish Highland romance, Laird Torin McLeren kidnaps his neighbor’s daughter attempting to quell a treacherous plot sure to bring English retribution, only to find the lass he’s captured would serve him much better as an ally than as an enemy…

    In the raw, rugged beauty of the Scottish Highlands, tumultuous times bred warrior men and women who fought for country, keep, and kin, and loved as passionately as they lived. An illegitimate son, chosen as laird after the ruling Douglas clan slaughtered his family, Connor Lindsay is surrounded by men who challenge his right to lead. Looking for a virtuous bride to cement his leadership by presenting him with an heir, he kidnaps a feisty laird’s daughter. To keep this Highland Hellcat in his bed, he’ll have to do battle with the Douglases, the Church, and most of all Brina herself.

    Ruined, betrayed, and banished…

As brave as she is impulsive, Deidre Chattan’s tendency to follow her heart and not her head has finally tarnished her reputation beyond repair. But when powerful Highland Laird Quinton Cameron finds her, he could care less about her past—it’s her future he’s about to change forever…

But it’s never too late for redemption…

From the moment Quinton sets eyes on Deidre Chattan, rational thought vanishes, for in her eyes he sees a fiery spirit that matches his own and he’ll be damned if he’ll let such a wild Scottish rose wither under the weight of a nun’s habit…

With nothing left to lose, Deidre and Quinton band together to protect king and crown. But what they can accomplish alone is nothing compared to what they can build with their passion for each other.

Before I spotlight Mary’s next series let’s all sit down for a very proper tea, shall we?


Z: Did you choose your genre or did it choose you? 

M: It was more of a mugging. My first book, Dream Shadow socked me in the head and refused to release me until I wrote it. Every new genre I’ve ventured into has been along the same lines….books are bossy little creatures.

Z: What is your favorite comfort food?

M:  This is hitting below the belt. It’s January, national diet month and below my belt is a plump little tummy due to my adoration of sweets. I am giving you my…don’t-remind-me-how-much-I-love-frosting look. I have convinced myself that there are no sweets in the world during the month of January, it is a law of nature.

Z:  Do you have a comfort read?

M: Hummm…I love to read but I guess if I had a guilty pleasure ready, it would be some of my own work. Very arrogant isn’t it? But sometimes, I love to read my babies.

Z: Were you a bookworm growing up?

M: Yes, yes and YES! My mother was a Liberian. I recall going with her to the nights she had to work and spending hours among the shelves.

Z: Who did you read?

M: I read everything from romance to history. Linda Howard, Lora Leigh, Sylvia Day and then there is history…which I adore.

Z: What is something that scares the heck out of you?

M: Diabetes. Tarantulas, which is mighty unfair to the poor tarantula because they never hurt me and to be fair, I’m judging them on looks…which is really ‘shallow’ on my part. And the big one…someone without a sense of humor because, I’m just silly by nature…unless you hadn’t already gotten that.

Z: If you could go on the Ultimate Vacation where would you go and who or what would go with you?

M: Inside some of the great archeology sights on the globe, back the gates that keep tourists out. Inside the great pyramid, inside the Vatican, inside the Tower of London, to the top of the ice fields where glaciers form and the Galapagos islands.

Z: Who are some of your favorite authors?

M: Linda Howard, Lora Leigh, Sylvia Day, Karen Roberts, along with may historical, non-fiction writers

Z: Research? How do you prefer to do it; plane/train/automobile, laptop or library?

M: All of the above but let’s be honest, the internet is a wonderful tool. I also love to watch history channel along with others like it. I get some of my best ideas from watching documentaries.

Z: Do you attend conferences? If so where can we “stalk” I mean go to find you and which is your favorite to attend?

M: Often. Last year I went to RT, RomCon and Lora Leigh’s RAW(Reader Appreciation Weekend).   I haven’t made any firm plans this year. I’m at an in-between stage with my contracts and am waiting to sell something.

Z: What do you like to drink, nibble on or listen to while you write?

M: Iced tea. I drink way too much of it but all sorts of different types of tea. I have a tea cabinets that is full of loose leaf bags.

Z:  Do you have kids? If so are they toddlers, school age, teens, college bound or “Hey Mom, I’m home again! or are you an empty nester?      

 M: Sure do.  I’m writing this on the day I’m set to take my oldest to the DMV for his driving test. My younger son is an early teen. The husband is mentally about eight and the parrot is four but thinks he knows everything.

Z: If you could have one of your books or series to be made into a movie which would it be and who do you see staring in it? 

M: I’d think my Dream books, which are not for sale at this moment. They were my first books and I’m planning to polish them a bit before trying to place them with a new publisher.

Z: Favorite TV shows?

M: Top Gear, love those crazy Brits. MythBusters, crazy Americans. Beyond that, mostly non-fiction historical or science shows.

Z: To finish off, describe yourself in 5 words.

M: Seemingly, sufficiently, supremely socially silly….which abbreviated is….SSSSS….which might make you think I was a Slinky, shiny, shadowy, shimmering shepant…..<wink>.

Wasn’t tea delicious?????  Now let’s take a look at what arrived at my house the other day…….yes I received 4 of each of Improper Seduction and My Fair Highlander to give away. So thank you to Mary, 8 winners will be drawn on Feb. 18th.

    A Rearranged marriage… Lord Curan Ramsden is home from war, and eager to claim his betrothed. and he arrives just in time—his bride’s father has summoned her to London, to wed another man. But Bridget’s father promised her to Curan, and Curan means to have her. Especially now that he sees the luscious young woman she has blossomed into. he’ll just have to convince Bridget, somehow, that her heart is more important than her duty… Bridget Newbury has always done her duty—to her parents, to the church, to the man they selected as her betrothed. She knows what could happen if she disobeys her father. The king has put nobler women to death for lesser trespasses. But she was promised to Curan first, and his kisses are very tempting…


A steady beating began in the distance. It rumbled along the ground first. Bridget felt it as much with her feet as she heard with her ears. There was no mistaking such a thing. It was the sound of horses, many of them riding together. It grew louder and was joined by the household retainers running along the edge of the house. But there were few armed men here in the country. Her father expected his position at court to protect his holdings. Besides, any nobleman who kept too many retainers fell under suspicion if they were not engaged in the king’s business.

Bridget reached for the door. If they came at sunset, they had been on the road all day. Pulling it open, she stared out into the scarlet horizon. The estate sat on the high ground of her father’s land. Steaming up from the main road were columns of mounted men, their shoulders and thighs covered in armor. It added to the sound of their arrival, the slap of hundreds of small plates of metal against metal.

But the leader of them drew her attention. His lower face was covered by a scarf, the fabric tied around his neck to keep the dust from the road out of his mouth and nose. Every man behind him wore the same. Chain mail hoods flattened their hair, the low edges hiding their eyebrows. It was a frightening sight. Men ready for war and riding in perfect harmony with their mounts.

The leader held up a gloved hand, halting the men who followed him. They pulled up on their reins with powerful motions of their hands, their thighs gripping the saddles. The leader’s hard gaze swept the front of the house completely, his keen stare missing not a single soul. His dark eyes returned to hers. A shiver shot down her back. Her breath froze in her chest and she was sure her heart almost paused.


She knew his eyes, but the man of her dreams paled compared to what sat facing her. This man was far more imposing than she recalled. Maybe it was due to the fact that they had only met under very controlled circumstances. Standing on the ground and tipping her head up to look at him, the man appeared impossibly large. Some sort of blending of legend and flesh that she had trouble believing was real. He reached up and pulled the scarf away from his face to reveal a hard jaw that was dark with a hint of whiskers, telling her that he had been in the saddle for many hours without stopping to attend to his vanity. Yet his eyes were keen and sharp and staring directly into her own.

“Mistress Newbury, I greet you.”

His voice dispelled any further ideas of him being unreal. That deep tone burst into her head and jerked her into a shaky breath. His dark eyes cut into hers with an intensity that sent fire down her back.

“Sweet Christ…”

Her mother’s voice was startling. Bridget turned to look at her mother and then wished that she had not. Jane’s eyes were wide and filled with a fear Bridget had never seen before. Not even when they had received word that the plague was on the move again two summers past.

“Take yourself upstairs, Bridget.”

Her mother didn’t wait for her to comply. She reached for her arm and pulled her towards the open doors.   “This moment.”   Her mothers voice rose with her distress.

“Delay that.”

Curan’s voice rang out loud and clear, the men behind him angling their heads to get a clear look at what was happening. His horse tossed its head in the wake of its master’s order, almost as if the huge war stallion was agreeing with the man who sat astride him. A sure pull on the reins stilled the animal before Curan swung a leg over its hind quarters and dismounted.

“Go.” Jane gave her another push and stepped in front of her.

“I said delay that command, Lady Connelly.” Several other men dismounted and fell into step with their lord. Curan closed the distance between them very quickly. But Bridget didn’t truly have a choice. A half turn of her head showed her several knights behind her. Curan was truly a man of action. He’d sent part of his force over the ridge to surround them.

“I have come to collect my bride. It is time she stands and meets me as she will be expected to do once we are settled on my lands.”

Jane drew in a stiff breath. “I am pleased to see you have fared well since our last meeting.”

It was a polite statement, devoid of true emotion.

“As I am delighted to see you both in good health.”

Those dark eyes cut to hers again. This time he was close enough for Bridget to see something flickering in them. Men were still riding up to the house, their numbers continuing to grow until there must be three hundred of them. Wagons and carts made up a large portion of the back of the ranks. There were even cannons being pulled by thick-legged oxen. This was the entirety of Sir Curan’s force. It was more than impressive, the sheer numbers of them filling the green in front of their estate home. Men dismounted and went towards the wagons to begin pulling tents from them. There were orders being issued by the lower-ranking officers while Sir Curan and his higher staff remained near her.

Suspicion clouded his eyes. Her mother drew another stiff breath.

“You are, of course, most welcome to pass the night.”

“You are too kind, lady.” Curan’s tone was anything but pleased. He looked at her mother and back to Bridget.

“Yet, on the morrow you will have to seek my husband at court.”

A frown appeared on Curan’s face. The man had never smiled, his lips an unemotional line. Now they turned down and he hooked his hands into his wide sword belt.

“My negotiations with your husband were completed three years past.”


“Yet what, lady?” Curan took a step forward. Jane stumbled back into her, drawing a sound of disgust from him. His frown deepened but he retreated a step to allow her mother space.

“Explain your timidity, lady. What causes you fright? I have come to claim my bride as agreed upon. You have had plenty of time to become accustomed to the idea.”

Her mother didn’t seem to have the courage to tell him. Bridget discovered that she couldn’t tolerate waiting any longer. She stepped up beside her mother.

“My father sent for me three days past. He has ordered me to court and marriage with another.”

Those dark eyes returned to her. There was a hint of approval but it lasted only a moment before his temper flared bright.

“We have already been blessed by your husband.” His face reflected his anger and he reached for her. Jane stepped between them.

“As I said, Sir Curan, you shall have to take issue with my husband.”

He stopped his hand in mid air. He took his eyes off her mother for a brief moment. A quick flick of his hand and her mother gasped when she was moved to the side by one of the men behind her. It was the boldest of actions, but one that Bridget decided suited him. This man would be polite only so long as he was gaining what he desired.

“I am ennobled, lady, and here to claim the bride sworn to me by law and church. Do not place yourself between what is mine and me again. Or I shall have you removed, permanently.”

His men shifted and Bridget moved in front of her mother.

“If you do consider yourself my husband, you should have more respect for your mother by marriage.” Bridget wasn’t sure where the urge to argue with him came from, only that she could not resist it.

An incredulous look appeared on Curan’s face. It was obvious that the man was not accustomed to being questioned.

He bit back his first response, his gaze raking her from head to foot.   “If she wishes to be respected in that manner, she will have to dispense with this notion that you are going to London and not my holdings. Bridget.”

He spoke her Christian name very purposely. It was a public declaration of ownership. One that blew more air on the flames of her temper. Her first name was an intimate thing. Meant to be used by her parents, her immediate church clergy and a husband behind the closed door of their chamber. Even her brothers did not use it unless they were in private.

“We are bound to respect the wishes of my father. That is not disrespectful.”

“And what of the vows you took on your knees beside me, madam? Where is the respect for the promises you made to me?” He stepped closer, seeming to grow larger, but she did not care. Her chin lifted to keep their gazes locked.

“What man would have a wife who disobeyed her father before she was wed?”

That flicker of approval entered his eyes once more. His frown smoothed out as something that might almost be considered a hint of a grin appeared on his face.

“Not I. You are correct to think such.” His voice was rich with warning now.

“Then you will understand my mother’s request that you take your argument to my father in London. It is the only honorable thing we might say unto you. To obey you means to disobey my father, something you agree would displease you. So there is nothing to do except advise you to ride for London.”

So simple and yet so devastating to what she truly wanted. Bridget bit her own lip to keep her lament private. She was disappointed, very much so. Perhaps too much so.

One dark eyebrow lifted. His chain mail hood still covered his hair, but that single brow lifted mockingly.

“I understand how you might think that is the way things should be. However, our union was blessed by an archbishop. It is sealed. There is no point in further discussion. You are my bride and I am here to celebrate our wedding.” His lips became a small smile. “Bridget.”

He raised a hand and his men swept inside the house. She and her mother went because the alternative was to be run into by the larger men. They worked together, leaving neither she nor her mother any space to dart around them. Not that that was any true option. Not with his men making camp on the lawn. Smoke was rising above camp fires now, confirming that they intended to remain through the night.

Bridget stepped into the entry hall and turned her gaze back to Curan. For all her dreaming of him, the man was a stranger. A hardened knight who did not resemble the fables written in her books.

And he considered her his.

    Jemma Ramsden is a wild thing in a noblewoman’s body-so thinks Gordon Dwyre, Laird Barras, watching her galloping on horseback through her brother’s lands. Bold, headstrong, beautiful: the perfect bride for a lusty Scots warrior. He might be able to convince her, too, if she would hear his suit. But Barras doesn’t wait to be handed what he wants. When he’s forced to rescue her from English ruffians, he makes sure she stays safe-by locking her in his castle.

Jemma is hardly an eager captive. She has no horse and no freedom, and she is an Englishwoman in a hostile Scots keep: a stranger without work or friend. Barras seems determined to charm her-even tempt forbidden desires, a daring game that leaves Jemma desperate for more. But with passion, love, and a new life within her grasp, Jemma is in more danger than even she knows…


“Ye see, now that ye have  left the sanctuary of yer brother’s protection, ye have to deal with whatever  comes yer way. The rules and etiquette of proper behavior often crumble when ye  ignore them first.”

“So I am to blame for  whatever you choose to do with me?” She pulled on her wrist but it was a wasted motion because he held her  securely.

“Aye lass.” His voice held a rich tone that made her  heart increase its pace. In his eyes was more heat than she struggle to ignore  within herself. It shown there, staring at her while tempting her but there was  something else about him that she noticed, the difference between him and the  English knight that had done nothing to temper his grip.

Trust me….Jemma heard the words rise  from her memory and she realized that she did in fact have faith in  him.

“You are not so  coarse.”

Her words affected him. She  witnessed the flare of pride that lit his eyes, almost as if he enjoyed knowing  that she trust in him. But his lips also curved in a sensual motion that sent a  shiver down her back. There was a promise lurking there in his eyes, too, one  that assured her he was not a man who would let conversation deter him from  gaining what he truly desired. He would not hurt her but that did not mean that  he would not follow his desires.

“If I was coarse as ye say,  lass, I’d not bother to temper my grip.”

“I know that.”

Jemma felt her eyes narrow. The man was teasing her. Well, he was not the only one who  knew how to annoy another. Lifting her foot, she aimed for his toes and stomped  down as hard as possible. She felt the leather of his boot give beneath the  force of her strike, but the man only laughed one moment before he lifted her  arm and twisted it behind her, binding her against his body.

“You rogue.” Jemma sneered  her insult into his face, wanting to make sure he heard her. But Gordon stared  right back at her, his eyes snapping with fire.

“Ye are a wildcat and a man  is wise to keep yer claws contained when he’s close enough to be  reached.”

Her throat felt as if it  were clogged and that even a single breath might not pass through it. She was  pressed against him from thighs to breast and only managed to keep her shoulders  separated from his wide chest by arching her back away from him. Her muscles  ached from the strain, but Gordon granted her no mercy. He kept her bound  against him.

“This is completely  indecent.”

His lips twitched up once  more. “Aye, it is, lass, but I find it rather enjoyable.”

She used her free hand to  shove against his chest. “Of course you do. You enjoy riding, as you so  shamelessly informed me. Well, I have no such fondness for carnal activities,  sir, so unhand me this moment.”

Before she went insane from the urge to stop struggling  and allow him to show her what a man’s embrace felt  like…

“Are ye sure about that,  lass?” His voice had deepened, becoming husky and alluring. “Or is it possibly  more a fact that ye have never had a man who rode out after ye and tried his  hand at seeing if ye enjoyed his kiss?”

She looked back into his  eyes and gasped when he angled his face so that he might press a kiss against  her startled lips.

It lasted only a moment  before she jerked her head away. But he followed her, releasing her hand so that  he might frame her face with his hands and hold her steady for a longer kiss.  His mouth settled on top of hers, hot and soft while she heard a moan rise from  her chest. She couldn’t help it, there seemed to be no way to contain all of the  sensation inside her. It was bubbling over like a too-hot pot. Only removing it  from the fire would stop the contents from bubbling over the sides, and Gordon  wasn’t releasing her.

She pressed her hands  against his chest, but that became more of a reason to remain when discovered  she liked the way his chest felt beneath her fingers. His lips closed over hers,  gently at first, teasing her with a delicate press of his mouth against her own,  only applying enough strength to keep her head in place while his lips began to  slip along her own.

Slowly, softly, in a motion  that sent trickles of delight down her body. The sensation was not confined to  her lips, it flowed down her torso and into her belly where that flutter of  excitement fed off it. Another moan rose up from inside her and her hands slid  up to his collarbones and over the top of his wide shoulders where she gripped  him. The kiss changed immediately. Increasing the pressure against her mouth,  Gordon pressed her lips apart wider with his. But instead of finding it harsh,  she enjoyed feeling his strength. There was something perfect about knowing that  she was soft compared to his hardness. Behind her stays, her breasts felt very  delicate, and she noticed how simple it might be to press them against him and  have them give way to his firmer form. Her nipples tingled before drawing into  tiny pebbles.

“Well now, lass, it seems  that ye will have to be rethinking yer opinion of riding, for it sounds like ye  just might find it to yer liking.” His hands gently massaged the sides of her  face, carefully avoiding where she had been struck. She saw his gaze touch on  the bruise darkening her skin, rage flickering in his eyes for just a moment  before his attention returned to her face.

“Even if it is a carnal  enjoyment, between a man and woman, that is no necessarily a bad thing. It can  make for a very warm winter, I’m thinking.”

Jemma gasped and shoved him away with every bit of strength she had. He released her  but chuckled, letting her know that her freedom was only hers because he granted  it to her.

That knowledge stung her  pride.

“Between strangers such as  us, it is a sinful thing, sir. So stop thinking about such.”

One of those dark eyebrows  arched in arrogant display. “Well now, lass, I’ve asked yer brother for  permission to court ye. A thing I did long before tonight, so do nae be calling  me sinful just because ye enjoyed running yer hands across me chest.”

Jemma snarled. “You kissed me first.”

Gordon shrugged. “Aye, I  did. Does that mean that ye would like the opportunity to touch me first? I’m  ready to stand steady while ye do with me as ye please, lass.” His eyes sparkled like a boys. “I feel the weather growing warmer at just  the idea of ye reaching for me.”

Her hand flew out before she  thought about it. She balled up her fingers and punched him on the side of his  mocking jaw just as she’d seen the men doing in the training yard. Pain snaked  up her arm and into her shoulder, drawing another profane word from her  lips.

Gordon laughed, full volume,  and the man actually leaned over to brace his hands on the top of his thighs  while he continued to roar with amusement. In spite of the pain, Jemma pulled  her hand back for another swing. Gordon ducked when she came at him this time,  his body lowering so that the force of her strike carried her over his wide  shoulder. He took full advantage of her inexperience with fighting and surged up  so that she ended up bent over his shoulder. One hard hand connected with her  unprotected bottom with a smack that echoed off the chamber walls.

Put me  down!”

“As ye like.” He slapped her unprotected bottom another  time, before dumping her off his shoulder. Jemma shrieked as she felt her body  falling through the air. A vision of her slamming into the floor made her cringe  but her body bounced on the soft surface of the bed instead. Her skirts flew up  and came down in a tangled mess that knotted around her legs.

I hope you have enjoyed the posts and my blog bash now I have a  2 part question….Which post was your favorite????  And who would you like to see visit in the future???

Z Seawitch

Mary is giving away 4 copies Improper Seduction and 4 copies of My Fair Highlander.

Bonus  Bonus  Bonus:……… Also every meaningful comment that has been made during my blog bash will go into a drawing for 3 – $50.00 GC and 3  – $25.00 GC to the bookseller of your choice from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, ARE or Samhain. There will be 6 winners drawn for this last one. So comments where you forgot to give me your email won’t count, nor will comments left after the third day a post was posted  as per the rules below. Comments left for winning posts will count, you deserve an extra chance for congratulating the winners(niceness pays off).

Winners will be drawn for this days spoils on Feb. 18th, so comment away as per the rules below.  Winners will be announced Feb 20th for the Bonus Drawings.


1. You must leave a meaningful comment, something more than Hi, Hello, or Great Post.   Ask a question, squee like a fan girl or whatever you want as long as it’s appropriate.

2. Every comment counts so chat away. Please include your email in your comment.

3. Winners will be drawn 3 days after each post and a master list will be posted on Feb 18th. You will have until Feb 29th to email me at SeawitchReviews @ yahoo (dot) com. I will also send an email to each winner but if I don’t hear from you by the 29th a new winner will be drawn.

Z Seawitch