Wanting to keep her independence, Jocelyn MacKenna is determined to avoid marriage at all costs. When her craftily planted rumor of her sterility fails to discourage all of her suitors, she makes a break for the nunnery, disguised as a boy. Attacked by horse thieves along the way, Jocelyn is rescued by one of the most intriguing men she has ever met…
Robbie MacGillivray is in desperate need of an heir. Having faced heartbreak and humiliation at the hands of his first wife, Robbie has evaded another marriage as long as he could. Finally contracting for the hand of the wild MacKenna lass, he sets out to collect his newly betrothed. Except, in a twist of fate, he rescues a comely, spirited lass who captures his attention in a way no female ever has. A lass who is on the run from an unwanted marriage. To him.
Shacking Up With Robbie by Lynn Tyler
One of the most frequently asked questions I get from readers is which of my male characters I would shack up with given the chance. Everyone has their favorite but I would jump at the chance to shack up with Robbie MacGillivray from For Her Honor.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m very happily married to a hunk of my own. But there’s something about the men from old that makes me shiver.
Of course, I’m not talking about those barbarians who are missing all their teeth, smell bad because they never bathe, and treat their wives like doormats. No, I’m talking about the heroes from those historical romances that we’ve all read and slobbered over. Or at least, I’ve slobbered over.
What is it about Robbie that has me all worked up? Well, he’s wounded, both physically and emotionally. He wants what’s best for his clan, even when they believe the worst of them. He’s smart. He values his woman’s intelligence. And he’s all alpha.
Did I mention that he’s hot? And wears a kilt?
Before I close with an excerpt from For Her Honor, I would like to thank Melissa for hosting me here today.
And now, without further ado, an excerpt from For Her Honor.
A snapping twig caught her attention. She scanned the area quickly and jumped when two eerie eyes stared back at her. A mountain cat stepped into view, and her horse shied nervously. Her heart pounding, she wondered if it was true that animals could scent fear because she was certainly more terrified than she had ever been in her life. The cat eyed her lazily before ambling away. She thanked God it had obviously already eaten its fill recently.
As her heart rate returned to normal, Jocelyn questioned the intelligence of her decision to leave for the nunnery at night. Perhaps she hadn’t planned this as well as she thought she had. But it was too late to go back now. Her pride was the only thing she had left, and to turn around now would strip her of even that. Besides, her flight for freedom would have already been discovered. The consequences of her escape would be too high to pay. With any luck, her betrothed would have arrived at her father’s cottage by now, and the lot of them would be searching in the opposite direction.
As an extra precaution, she slung her quiver of arrows over her shoulder and hooked her bow over her elbow. At least if she used the bow and arrows she had a fighting chance against a hungry predator.
Urging the now-skittish horse forward, Jocelyn made her way deeper into MacGillivray lands, the night getting blacker and blacker with every passing moment.
Her head began to bob from exhaustion. She had been up at first light this morning, and it was very nearly the dead of night. The stars and moon did very little to penetrate the thick trees, and she guided her horse cautiously, praying she would not walk the mare into a hole with each step the horse took.
Yawning, Jocelyn stretched and forced her drooping eyes open. Just a little longer and she would bed down until dawn. She wanted to get as much distance between her and her father before light. The closer she was to the nunnery in the morning, the better.
Another twig snapped, and she looked around warily, ready to face another mountain lion. When nothing jumped out at her and she didn’t see anything, she relaxed a little in her saddle, which proved to be her mistake.
“That looks to be some nice horseflesh, lad,” a rough voice said from behind her. Suddenly she was surrounded by a band of men, each bearing a sword and each pointing it directly at her. “That is far too much horse for a young lad like yourself,” said the same man. “Why do you not get off and give the mare to us?”
Clearing her throat, Jocelyn lowered her voice to what she hoped would sound like a man’s voice. “You will have to take her from me,” she said confidently, her eyes widening at her own words. What in the hell was she thinking? While she was an expert with her sword, even she could not hope to take on five men at once. She crossed herself as she drew out her sword. She would go down swinging at least.
The men merely laughed and slashed at her. Her horse reared, throwing her, and raced back down the mountain toward home. She was left lying flat on her back, staring up at the would-be horse thieves. Perhaps now that the horse had flown, they would leave her alone. “You cost us a horse, lad,” one of the men growled, “so we will take the cost of said horse from your flesh. Slowly.”
There was only one thing left to do. Grabbing her sword, Jocelyn threw back her head and screamed bloody murder. Her battle cry energized her, and she jumped to her feet, swinging her sword. If she was going to die this night, she was going to make damn sure she was taking one of them with her.
Her palms were slick with nervous sweat, but she didn’t let that stop her from jabbing at one of the men in hopes of throwing him off balance. He danced out of the way, though just barely. He looked down at his shirt in dismay. She had managed to slice through the material, leaving a hole about the size of a fist in the wake of her sword.
The men froze around her as if contemplating their next move. Dare she hope she had convinced them to move off elsewhere?
“You have ruined my shirt,” he growled. “We are really going to let you have it now, lad.”
Dimly she heard the racket of horse hooves clattering behind her but focused her attention on the men before her. She deftly ducked her head under the man’s sword and feinted to the right, thrusting her sword at another thief, just missing his arm.
She growled in frustration when her badly balanced sword wobbled in her palm. She steadied the steel and jumped aside just as one of the thieves lunged at her. She swung her sword with both hands and sliced into one of their legs. It was a shallow cut, but it bled freely. She didn’t have time to relish the triumph of drawing first blood.
The largest of the men charged her, and she barely managed to step out of the way. She could feel the fatigue weighing down her arms and knew she wouldn’t be able to continue for very much longer. She only prayed they would kill her before they found out she was a female.
Her pride wouldn’t let her give up, and Jocelyn danced around in a circle until she had her back to a copse of trees. A group of mounted men had arrived behind the thieves and seemed to spring into action. She had no idea when they had arrived, but she fervently hoped they weren’t allies of the highwaymen.
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Called to Mate ~ Liquid Silver Books, Dec. 3, 2012
Declan’s chance to be the alpha of his pack has finally come, but in order to take over he needs to find a mate. Finding the gorgeous and fragile Quinn living in his parents’ home, his body heats for no other.
Quinn is a submissive male wolf who has spent most of his life abused by his former alpha. But being mated to his new pack’s alpha provides him with a level of safety he’s never known before, and a whole new world of passion and lust.
Just as their love begins to blossom, a wolf from Quinn’s past threatens to the happiness he’s found in Declan’s arms.
It's not easy being king, especially when you're the king of a dying people. But that's exactly what D'Arik is. Now, he and his Consort, Varin, are faced with the task of finding a female mate to carry their child.
Jacy is enraged by the thought of human women being bartered as broodmares to an alien race and helps to find a rebellion. But what will she do when she is chosen to be the Queen of the very people she is rebelling against? And what will D’Arik and Varin do when the find out she is supporting the evacuation of human women?
As emotions and passion clash with fundamental differences, Jacy, D'Arik and Varin must find a way to come together if they want to have any hope of saving the Helan race.
What happens when a telepath falls in love with a sexy-as-sin superhero? Sparks fly.
Russ O'Neill has been hiding a deep fear behind his playboy persona. He longs to fall in love but never seems to find the right person. He’s starting to think that he’s incapable of falling in love. The only person he seems to care about is his best friend, Travis Pickett.
Travis is a telepath who can’t stand the noise of other people’s thoughts in his head. The only person he can’t read, Russ, is the one man he falls in love with. But Russ is known around the Superhero, Inc. compound as the Super Slut.
When Russ loses his speed, he is devastated, and the only person he draws any comfort from is Travis. But will his personal tragedy send him running into his best friend’s arms, or will it send him running away?
A superhero with a kink.
Kade, a superhero, has loved Lana for years. When she is kidnapped by his archenemy, it is up to him to save her and take care of the pain inflicted by a powerful aphrodisiac, which can only be relieved by orgasm. He uses his unique power of self-replication to give him the ability to make love to her as two men, her ultimate fantasy.
That one night was his dream come true, but he knows he will never be able to let her go again and is determined to spend the rest of his life with her.
Lana has only ever played with toys and is thrilled by Kade’s ability to replicate himself so that she can finally feel what it’s like to make love with two men. But can she accept him into her bed and into her life?
It takes a lot to be expelled from Heaven, but Gabriel seems to have accomplished it with apparent ease. Doomed to walk among humans until he atones for his misdeeds, Gabe finds himself falling for a brilliant, young cardiothoracic surgeon. As things heat up, Gabe must face reality … his only way back to Heaven means the death of the one man who makes him whole!
Toronto Maple Leaf captain Nathan Vaughan and his wife have been looking for a third for years, but Nathan’s intense possessiveness has prevented them from having the ménage experience they both dream of. When rookie Jeremy Reiner joins the team, they both think they may have found the man for them.
Jeremy has never questioned his sexuality before. He has always desired women, and when Nathan and Rachel invite him to their bed, he quickly takes them up on their offer. Much to his dismay, and confusion, Jeremy finds himself falling in love with both Rachel and Nathan.
The lovemaking is explosive, but is it enough to keep the three of them together when conflicting emotions, rumors, and genuine fears threaten to tear them apart?