Showing posts with label Highlander. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Highlander. Show all posts

Sunday, May 5, 2013

NEW BOOK RELEASE - HIGHLANDER'S HOPE

HIGHLANDER'S HOPE by COLLETTE CAMERON

RELEASES May 15, 2013

Soul Mate Publishing

Available at Amazon.com

 

Regency propriety and Scottish boldness clash in this romantic suspense flavored with a liberal dose of humor and a dash of inspiration.

 

She was the heiress determined to never marry.

Shipping heiress Yvette Stapleton is wary of fortune hunting men and their false declarations of love. She’d rather become a spinster than imprisoned in the bonds of marriage. At first, she doesn’t recognize the dangerously handsome man who rescues her from assailants on London’s docks, but her reaction to Lord Sethwick’s passionate kisses soon have her reconsidering her cynical views on matrimony.

He was the nobleman who vowed to make her his own. 

Not a day has gone by that Ewan McTavish, Lord Sethwick and Laird of Craiglocky, hasn’t dreamed of the sensual beauty he danced with two years ago; he’s determined to win her heart. On a mission to stop a War Office traitor, he unwittingly draws Yvette into deadly international intrigue. To protect her, he exploits Scottish Canon law to declare her his lawful wife—without benefit of a ceremony. Yvette is furious upon discovering the irregular marriage is legally binding, though she never said, “I do.”

Amidst murder and betrayal, Ewan attempts to win Yvette’s forgiveness. But is it too late? Has his manipulation cost him her love?

 

 

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WED WITHOUT A CEREMONY-HIGHLANDER'S HOPE

I had my characters, Yvette Stapleton and Ewan McTavish, marry without a ceremony. How?

Read on. . . 

I needed something recognized by the Scot’s Church. I starting digging into Scot’s marriage laws of the 1800s and was pleased-as-punch to come across Scot’s Canon Code and irregular marriages.

Irregular and clandestine marriages—those not performed by a cleric of the church—included simply agreeing to take one another as husband and wife before two witnesses (Gretna Green), cohabitating in Scotland under the ruse of being wed, and finally, by merely declaring you were married—even if no ceremony had taken place. You could also agree to marriage in writing with express consent.
 
I arranged for Yvette and Ewan to claim they were married in the midst of a very dangerous situation in order to prevent Yvette from being ravished. I reinforced it by having Ewan declare to several kin and clans members that he and Yvette were married, and then I had them cohabitate at Craiglocky Keep under the guise of marriage.
 
To say Yvette was not altogether pleased with Ewan taking advantage of the law to marry her is an understatement.   
 
Here's a snippet of her reaction.
 
Yvette stood on unsteady legs, grasping the table’s edge for balance. She strove for poised composure, despite feeling like a powerless pawn in a despicable game of human chess, played for the amusement of those who enjoyed tragic endings at the expense of someone else’s happiness. No-their very existence.
The Great Hall radiated silent tension. All eyes were on her. She looked at the strangers staring at her, their eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. Embarrassment, horror, dismay, pity, outrage, compassion, and yes—even a few smugly satisfied.
“You knew?” She looked to Hugh and Duncan, before swinging her gaze to Alasdair and Gregor. They bowed their heads in chagrin. Her turbid gaze swept the rest of Ewan’s family.
“You all knew?” Yvette searched Giselle’s sorrowful eyes, then Adaira’s tear-filled ones. “You must think me such a fool.” Her agonized whisper exposed her vulnerability. Her shame. Her absolute humiliation.
Ewan touched her arm. “Evvy—”
She whirled around. “Don’t you touch me,” she hissed between stiff lips.
Yvette knew her gaze was a mirror of desolation when she finally met his eyes. “How could you?” she whispered. “I trusted you.” She’d never make that mistake again.
He reached for her again. “Please . . .
She slapped away his hand. “Don’t.”
She clenched her teeth to still her quivering mouth and chin. Closing her eyes against the torrent of tears cascading down her face, she drew in a bracing breath.
Lord, give me the strength to walk from this room with my head held high.
On wooden legs, she stepped away from her chair.
Ewan grasped her elbow, restraining her. “Evvy, I don’t know what she told you, but . . .”


 
 
 

 

HIGHLANDER'S HOPE RELEASE PARTY EXCERPT

In this scene, Yvette is being pursued by a pair of unsavory characters. Ewan rescues her, but she's not so sure he's less dangerous than the men who'd been chasing her.  

He knew her?
Careening along neck or nothing, Yvette peered over her shoulder. The men continued to chase her, only now, they were closer. There’s no help for it then. It’s either this stranger, or them. She had no idea who this ornate carriage belonged to, but she prayed he was better than the blackguards chasing her.

He knew her name and besides, she had her dagger. She released her bonnet which promptly plopped onto her forehead. Doubtful but desperate, she extended her hand.

At once it was clasped in a strong grip.

Yvette jumped, lurching into the carriage. The momentum flung her, arms and legs splayed, across a very stylish, very male lap. Her valise thwacked the occupant alongside his head. Her squeal of surprise was drowned out by his grunt of pain.

“Oh.”

“Oomph.”

His hat toppled to the carriage floor. Through the black lace edging her bonnet, she glimpsed a tanned, hawkish face and midnight hair. Tangled in her skirts and shawl, she whiffed his spicy scent even as she tried to scramble off him. Levering herself upward, her hand pressed against his generous maleness.

Lord have mercy.

Cheeks reddening, Yvette released her hold on the satchel, and flopped onto the floor in an undignified heap. Her gaze flew to his face and darted away again before he looked up.

A low chuckle rumbled throughout the bouncing vehicle.

He was laughing at her, the lout. Who was he?

Her curiosity and gratitude faded into leeriness. Perhaps jumping into his carriage hadn’t been the better choice. She righted herself and crawled off the floor and onto the opposite seat. Reaching to grasp her bag, at the precise moment her rescuer bent to retrieve his hat, Yvette smacked her head on his square chin.

The man grunted in pain for a second time.

Dear Lord, I’ve injured him, again.

“Blast it all. I’m terribly sorry, sir.” Quite cross, she retreated into the shadowy corner of the plush carriage and rubbed her throbbing forehead. “Who are you?”

Peeking at him from beneath her lashes, she reached to straighten her bonnet. It hung askew off the side of her head, like a giant drooping peony. She shoved it into place but the moment she removed her hand, it flopped over once more.

The stranger's unrestrained laughter filled the carriage.

“Oh, bother.” Yvette’s patience with both her rescuer and the silly bonnet were at an end. She had no choice but to remove the dratted thing to reaffix it. Several strands of hair tumbled to her shoulders when she removed the cap from her head. Suppressing a shriek of annoyance, she placed the hat beside her. She then set about securing the wayward curls. Pinning the last strand in place, her eyes met those of her companion.

She stilled, as did the world around her. The air hung suspended in her lungs. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her stunned gaze riveted on his face.

“You exist?”


 


 

 
 

HIGHLANDER'S HOPE BY COLLETTE CAMERON

A dazzling new talent debuts with a mysterious duel of suspense and of the heart.  Cameron's charismatic characters and fast-paced plot blend flawlessly for a hard-won happily ever after."

                                                                                ~Award winning  Regency author Regina Jeffers
 
I'd like to introduce you to Yvette Stapleton and Ewan McTavish, the heroine and hero of Highlander's Hope. Here's a short character interview. Enjoy!
 
Yvette, why did you flee Boston, MA and return to England?
I suffered a severe riding accident in December and my father and stepmother died three weeks afterward. The circumstances were suspicious. My stepbrother had been trying to court me. Naturally, I rebuffed his efforts. Though ‘tis not illegal for stepsiblings to marry, I’d simply no romantic interest in him. He was attracted to Papa’s wealth a great deal more than me. He tried to abduct me twice. The second time, some of my staff and guards were injured and killed. It was then I knew I had to flee Boston.  
 
This question is for Yvette, as well. We’ve noticed you seem to have a penchant for naming your pets after Greek or Roman God’s. All their names begin with the letter A as well. Why?
I was quite a romantic as a young child, and so adored reading about Roman and Greek mythology. Aphrodite, my mare—she died as a result of my riding accident—was a gift to me on my twelfth birthday. My spaniels, Apollo and Artemis, I found huddled and abandoned in a shopkeeper’s doorway as tiny pups. They were so pathetic, I simply had to name them something noble. I had a pet dove when I was quite young. Her name was Aurora.    
 
Ewan, with the duel titles of Laird of Craiglocky and Viscount Sethwick, why did you also take on the role of an agent in the Diplomatic Corps?
I have a dear friend who is the Secretary of War. Prinny ordered him to assemble an elite group of men with specialized skills for covert operations and missions. When my friend asked me to be a part of the troupe, I couldn’t refuse him. Besides, England wasn’t faring all that well in the early wars against Napoleon’s French Empire. And we’d a spy in our midst at the War Office. My specialty is ousting spies.  
 
Ewan, you have a rather large number of relatives that reside at Craiglocky Keep. Can you tell us about them?
I do indeed. My mother married my father’s best friend, Hugh Ferguson. He is also the steward of Craiglocky. They had four children together. I have three younger sisters, Adaira, Isobel, and Seonaid, and a younger brother, Dugall. Hugh’s sister and brother-in-law drowned when their ship sank nearly five-and-ten years ago. Their two children, Aubry and Callum, came to live with us. Callum married a year ago and his bride, Lilias, and their new-born daughter also reside at the keep. Finally, my paternal uncle, Duncan, his wife Kita, and my two gargantuan cousins, Gregor and Alasdair, live there too.
 
This question is for both of you. When did you first know you loved the other?
 
Ewan?
Yvette captivated me from our very first dance at her cousin’s wedding reception. But it was when she toppled into my lap in the carriage the day I rescued her from the docks that I knew I felt something powerful for her.  
 
Yvette?
I think I first started to love Ewan when he talked of his family. He obviously adored them. He risked his life, more than once, to keep me safe and that stirred something in me. I didn’t admit, even to myself, I loved him until I was abducted and thought I was going to die.