Thanks for having me again, Christine! You’re a doll for having me, and I’m super excited to be here today to share my new release, THE WOLF AND THE HIGHLANDER.
If you like redemption stories, bearded men in kilts, a virginal hero who chops down trees and enemies with his trusty axe, then keep reading. WOLF is for you!
Anya’s been a bad girl. A vindictive plot against one of her clansmen backfired, resulting in her grave injury. Now scarred and crippled, her selfish ambition has turned into bitter self-loathing. She finds nothing lovely about herself, and doesn’t expect anyone else to either. But when a magical wishing box sends her to another dimension, she becomes the most valuable prize imaginable.
While hunting a rare marbled boar, Riggs, a trapper in Marann’s western forest, hears a strange cry. Distracted from the hunt, he loses the sow but finds instead something more valuable than a whole cart packed with marbled boar skins. A woman. She is delicate, her teeth are small and flat, and her skin is curiously hairless. She is not wolfkind. Maybe she is the miracle his people have been hoping for.
Riggs must bring Anya to King Magnus, because breeding rights belong first and foremost to His Majesty, who needs an heir. But the female calls to a primal part of him. He longs to keep her in secret and take her as his mate. But if he gives in to the temptation, he could single handedly bring about the end of civilization.
A minute’s run brought him to a formation of boulders. Wedged between two rocks was the pole collar. The she-wolf was nowhere to be seen. She had managed to free herself.
Good. He squatted to rest. Should he continue east to home, or pursue the boar and risk running into a number of Larnians he couldn’t defeat?
A shrill cry to the south interrupted his thoughts.
What in the low realm? That wasn’t the cry of either a boar or a wolf.
Curiosity piqued, he ran toward the sound. Before long, the low rumble of men’s voices touched his ears. He slowed, moving silently, cocking his head to listen.
“What are you doing?” one man said. “Stop toying with her.”
“I want to chase her,” another man said.
He heard a pained whimper. The she-wolf? No. She wouldn’t have let herself be caught a second time. Must be some other poor creature they were toying with. But no animal he knew of made a sound like that.
“She can hardly walk, you idiot. Look at that crippled gait.”
“Get up, you ugly cow,” one of the men said.
There was another pained cry. Then, “Ugly cow? At least I’m no’ a mangy cur! Get your filthy paws off me! Help! Help!”
By the moon. That is no animal.
It was something more valuable than a whole cart packed with marbled boar skins. A woman.
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Jessi lives with her husband and children in the Seattle area. She’s a passionate reader of all genres of romance, especially anything involving the paranormal. Ghosts, demons, vampires, witches, weres, faeries…you name it, she’ll read it. As for writing, she’s sticking to Highlanders and contemporaries with a paranormal twist (for now). The last time she imagined a world without romance novels, her husband found her crouched in the corner, rocking.