Little Bird.
Little Bird, fly free. Little Bird, come back to me.
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Viking Fire - Historical Romance with a touch of magic
Bram, a cocky Viking, must battle feisty Irish Kaireen for her heart.
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Conqueror of the Vikings
When Catherine and her brother Clark took part in the yearly ritual that changed boys into warriors, she had no idea what to expect. Sick and tired of cliche traditions, she decides to make her own path. When treachery and unexpected love find way into her life, will she have the courage to do what is right? With many...
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The Viking's Wife
When Katra was six years old her father married her to Arne. She grew up knowing his name and having flashes of him in her memories. Now he is back and ready to claim the child he left. Arne had returned from making new trade. His child bride is now grown and it is time to claim his bur. When Arne rides into the cou...
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The Viking's Hold (First 11 chapters)
This book is now available on Amazon and unfortunately they won't allow me to put it up elsewhere for free, not even the unedited draft. Sorry! The Vikings! Aelswyn had heard about them, all the tales of their barbaric behaviour, the rapes and pillages, the massacres, the burnt villages. But she never thought they wou...
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Ailsa (A Medieval/Renaissance Romance)
Scotland, 1503 She clutched the carefully wrapped parcel close to her chest as she climbed over the cliffs. It was all she had left of her father, and she was determined that it would not be destroyed along with everything else. She finally reached the shore and looked around carefully to be sure she was alone. Seein...
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The Highland Trail
Within the cold, bitter depths of Inverness, the Highlands, lies the trail. The trail that knows of my death.
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A CHRISTMAS WISH
"I want my very own castle; I want tons of servants and men throwing themselves at my feet. I want to be pampered and rich. I want my own bloody fairy tale!" Unfortunately even wishes never went smoothly for Sarah. Instead of getting her happily ever after Sarah was unceremoniously dumped into a world that was both...
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Blood of the Highlands
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...
