*Want a paperback copy? Go here: https://goo.gl/forms/lhJx5X63RTGG90T93 (The link is also on my profile)* Terrified of being sent off to marry a man who would only control her, Saeran Sinclair disguises her identity by posing as a male. Instead of being the renowned beauty that she really is, she must help her sister gain "The Lion" of the Highlands favor, even though the feat seems impossible, for every word and look coming from him shows just how feral the man really is. A deadly Highlander shouldn't be forced to marry-but that's exactly what's happening to Kane "The Lion" Shaw. With a new squire, a leper of a lady living in his keep, and his neighboring highlanders beginning to stir with unease, Kane has a lot on his plate. But a Highlander never surrenders...and ignores the odd feelings his squire stirs inside of him. When Saeran, posing as a squire, is forced to be around "The Lion", the roughest, meanest, most barbarian man she's ever met, she is sure her ruse is hanging by a thread. When he begins to suspect what she really is, she makes the most dangerous decision...and finds that this Highlanders touch makes it harder and harder to deny what is happening between them, even while danger wars around them. The complete version of this book is available on Amazon! Message me if you want a signed paperback!

Abby is forced by her father to marry Blake so that the two clans can unite and the only why to bring peace between this clans is through marriage. Blake is a man who is forced to marry a girl from a family he hate for peace and he promises to bring her misery. Will Blake realise what he's got and cherish it or will he risk loosing her. There are sexual content in this book

Kyra was a twenty-one year old young woman, who just finished undergrad school, and was super excited to start law school in September. She was beautiful, vibrant and smart. She was born and raised in America, but Scottish blood ran in her veins. In the summer of 2014, Kyra wanted to visit the country where her ancestors once walked the earth, and she bought herself a ticket to Scotland. Kyra did not know that her fate was already written thousands of years ago, and according to the written prophecies, she was to go back to her homeland, and claim her rightful place as the Princess Druidess, the prophecies never lie, for it is written in stone that she will return. Kyra falls into a time warp and finds herself in the year 1214, and betrothed to a powerfull and handsome warrior, that takes her breath away. Michael was the Prince of the Druids, and cheif to the MacAlister clan, of Castle Lennox of Sterlingshire. Michael was the strongest and most powerful Druid in all of Scotland. He was born to a life of privledge, and bound by ancient laws, he was powerfully arrogant, and feircely sensual, and was loved by all the woman of the land. His life was perfect, until he met his true soulmate, Kyra, and she turned his life upside down. Cheif Douglas Alexander of Bruce Castle Morayshire gifted Prince Michael his daughter, to unite their kingdoms and bring peace once again on their land, but she was a spitfire and untamable, and Michael fought monsters, dark forces and black magic just to claim her heart, and make her his, for he knew that they were destined to be together, and he would stop at nothing to posses her.

I was safe in my home. Safe and happy with my beloved family. But then, I was taken. Taken by the Earl himself. Taken because of his obsession for me. Taken by Ragnar Nygaard.

Aurelia, a Noble Roman woman, had heard of the savage British tribes, their mystic Celtic ways, and the battles the Roman army was fighting against them on their shores. The battles her soon-to-be Husband, Quintus Acquilla, was fighting in the name of the Eagle. But she could not have predicted that, when she crossed the ocean to be with him and fulfil the marriage contract between their families, she would be captured by a Barbarian War Lord and made to be his War Prize...

Tackling her had been a mistake. The feel of the soft curves pushed up against him was overwhelmingly sensual and he'd been too damn long without a woman. Jesus the lass was as soft as a kitten. Mumbling a curse; he held her down and warned, "Don't move lass, I won't hurt you" There was something dark and promising in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine. He felt oddly familiar and some of her tension eased. "Who are you? What do you want?" she asked breathlessly, trying to force air back into her lungs.....