Sunday, October 13, 2013

The Bannockburn Spell by Nancy Adams

Happy Sunday and Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians!

I'm parting with Goddess Fish on this beautiful fall day and am here to share a blurb and excerpt from my newest release The Bannockburn Spell.
Hope you enjoy.


The Bannockburn Spell

With the help of a bet, an eight-hundred-year-old marriage contract and a spell, ex-SBS soldier Will might just have enough in his arsenal to capture Meghan’s heart.

Since arriving in Little Glen, Scotland, Meghan Kennedy’s life has got decidedly more interesting. She enters into a bet with hunky ex-SBS soldier, William MacKenzie, discovers an ancient marriage contract and to top it all off, she learns that she had a spell cast on her…eight hundred years before she was even born. None of it matters, because she refuses to make the same mistake twice. Will’s hard body and sexy grin don’t matter, his beautiful hypnotic eyes don’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that every time they kiss her body calls out for his, as though denied of his touch for hundreds of years.

Ex-SBS soldier William MacKenzie is disciplined, trained to be an efficient soldier and he takes the same approach with his life as he does his business. Then Meghan arrives, with her fiery temper and hair to match, all he can think about is Meghan. Her feisty temper bemuses him, her beauty astounds him and her stubbornness annoys the hell out of him. Lucky for him, he doesn’t know how to quit, he can be just as stubborn and occasionally ruthless, and he will use any means necessary to get her. Of course the ‘means’ at his disposal just happen to be a bet, a marriage contract and an ancient spell, but if in the end Meghan belongs to him, who is he to argue?

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For a week Will watched Meghan. He watched her body movements, her expressions. Took mental notes on how she responded to him when he was close and what she was like when she was unaware of him. And after the week was up he paid Duncan a visit.

"Will!" Duncan stepped aside allowing him entry. "What brings you here?"


"She’s still at the library, something about a rush on a deadline."

"I know where she is." He levelled his stare on the older man. "I need to ask you a few questions about her."

Duncan frowned, closing the door. "I have a feeling we might need a drink. Come on." Duncan marched into the den not bothering to wait for him.

Once Duncan had handed him a Scotch and had settled himself in an old wingback chair, he asked, "Now, what’s this all about?"

"What’s wrong with Meghan?" Will asked, taking a seat across from him.

"How do you mean?"

He placed his glass on the floor beside his feet. Clasping his hands, he rested his elbows on his knees. "When I’m with Meghan she’s fine, no nervous stomach or nausea and she eats. But, when I’m not there, she looks uncomfortable and I swear to God she looks as though she is about to throw up. This wasn’t happening before, but it is now, so I’m asking you, what the hell is the matter with her?"

"Just like you said, nervous stomach."

"Bullshit," Will snapped then ran his hand through his hair. "It looks like…" This was crazy, but it was the only thing that made any sense. "Like she gets nausea when I’m not with her."

"Well, at least it’s happening when you’re not there. It’s good to know you’re not the one making her sick," Duncan pointed out.
"Damn it, Duncan, that’s no’ the point." 

Sighing, Duncan gripped the glass in his hands. "I was hoping she wouldn’t have this much trouble, but I should have expected it, she’s a Kennedy after all and if we are anything, we are stubborn."

"Yes, you are and so is Meghan, but what does that have to do with anything?"

The older man exhaled slowly. "Meghan’s sudden bouts of queasiness are your fault."

The muscles in his shoulders tensed up. "How’s that?"

"Now don’t go getting your back up. She is doing her share to you too."

"Doing what to me?" He clenched his fists.

Duncan gave him the okay-I’ll-spell-it-out-for-you sigh. "Meghan’s absence is causing you to behave this way."

Will snapped his head up. "What way?"

"The entire time I’ve known you, even when you were a wee lad, you could always control your actions, when other children even your own brothers, could not. Yet here you sit about ready to beat me senseless."

"Duncan, I would never—" He was cut off before he had a chance to finish.

"This behaviour is out of character for you, as are Meghan’s bouts of nausea out of character for her."

Will exhaled as he stood. "Jesus, Duncan, out with it."

Duncan swallowed the remainder of his Scotch. "Have you ever heard of a binding spell?"

"A what?"

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1 comment:

Debby said...

Hard to fight something that happened that long ago.
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