Please help me welcome author Jessi Gage to the blog today. She has an amazing new release and I’m lucky to have her on the blog to share it.
Choosing the Highlander is a fun time travel romance. The blurb and excerpt are fantastic and I think you’ll enjoy hearing what drove Jessi to write this story.
Afterward, please check out her giveaway!
Take it away Jessi…
1980’s Feminist Meets Highland Warrior. What Could Go Wrong?
Shimmy into your tightest leotard and tug up those legwarmers, folks. We’re going to the eighties!
I was a child of the eighties, and I had a blast reminiscing as I wrote a romance heroine who travels back in time from 1981 Chicago. Connie’s a career-driven feminist with no patience for fluffy emotions. She saves her energy for goal setting and planning every aspect of her life to perfection. What could possibly go wrong when she gets thrown back in time 500 years and must rely on a Highland warrior for survival?
Why, 1981, you ask? Those of you who read Wishing for a Highlander know that Melanie and Darcy visit an older couple who live in Skibo Castle in Dornoch: Wilhelm and Constance. I’ve had so many fans ask for the story of how they met that I decided to write it.
Wishing is set in the Highlands in 1517, and Wilhelm and Constance are in their late fifties. I hit the rewind button to go back about 30 years to when Connie and Wilhelm met. I decided to keep the modern day symmetrical with the Historic time and subtracted 30 years from both, hence 1981, roughly 30 years before Melanie come through the stones to meet her Highland hottie.
I’ve got an excerpt of Choosing the Highlander for your enjoyment below, but first, I want to hear what product, fashion, or memory you associate with the 80’s. One of my favorite fashions was corduroy, at least it was in fashion for those of us who were kiddos at the time.
Leave a comment below for a chance to win an e-copy of Choosing the Highlander. The official release date is June 23rd (PREORDERING IS LIVE!), but giveaway winners will get their hands on the e-book the week before release!
CHOOSING THE HIGHLANDER
As a mechanical engineer in 1981 Chicago, Connie designs plumbing systems. She has also designed her life to perfection, right down to the man she hopes to marry. But when Mr. Right proposes, she can’t say yes. A head-clearing vacation brings her to the Scottish Highlands, where her free-spirited twin wishes for Connie to find true love. Neither sister expects the wish to send Connie hurtling five hundred years into the past.
Wilhelm Murray, heir to the barony of Dornoch, hopes to one day hold a seat in parliament and bring urgently needed reform to Scotland. But everything changes when a woman slated for execution proclaims her innocence using the most peculiar language. Powerfully attracted to the brave beauty, he rescues her even though it means becoming a fugitive and forfeiting his dream.
As Connie and Wilhelm evade capture, she discovers his passion for justice. Scotland needs his ideas. It needs him. And so does she. But in order to clear Wilhelm’s name, she will have to turn her back on everything she’s worked so hard for and embrace the magic of love.
“Tell me your name,” he commanded.
Her eyes flashed in that way of hers that told him she didn’t make a habit of following orders. Och, her brazen spirit drew him from the moment he first saw her, when she’d been demanding Ruthven let her go despite being nude, bound, gagged, and outnumbered. Such bravery! Such intrepid determination!
“You told me no questions tonight.” Her voice scratched like sun dried wool not yet tamed into softness. The damage to her tender throat and lungs made him lust to slay her abusers all over again. Noticeably absent was her feigned English speech.
He suppressed a grin, wondering if she’d done it intentionally. “Simply telling me your name would have required fewer words than the rebuke, my lady, if your throat pains thee.”
“It wasn’t a rebuke.” A look of affront tugged her eyebrows low over those captivating eyes. How was it her every expression affected his viscera? With each change in her features, his stomach leapt and dove like a hawk in pursuit of prey. “Only a reminder.” The briefest flicker of nervousness belied the stubborn lift of her chin.
The kiss had made her uncertain. Before, she’d approached him as an adversary, though why she should do so, he could not guess. Now, she recognized the connection between them, but, if he guessed correctly, she feared it.
The lass needed time. She needed food and rest. He would ask no more of her tonight. Not even her name. It mattered not. His heart knew her regardless of what she called herself.
“Consider me reminded, sweet lady.”
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USA Today Bestselling Author Jessi Gage is addicted to happy-ever-after endings. She counts herself blessed because she gets to live her own HEA with her husband and children in the Seattle area.
Jessi has the attention span of a gnat…unless there is a romance novel in her hands. In that case, you might need a bullhorn to get her to notice you. She writes what she loves to read: stories about love.
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