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Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Blog Tour & Giveaway For TAKEN BY A HIGHLAND LAIRD By Sky Purington

Taken by a Highland Laird
The MacLomain Series #2
A New Beginning
Sky Purington       

Genre:  Time Travel Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication:  December 18th, 2017
ASIN: B075R825PZ
Number of pages:  280
Word Count:  87,500
Cover Artist:  Tara West

The last thing Lindsay expects when she visits Milly’s home in New Hampshire is to be thrust back in time to thirteenth century Scotland days before the Battle of Stirling Bridge. Worse yet, captured by the English. Using her wits and ability to wrap men around her little finger, she survives long enough to be rescued by a band of Scotsmen. One of them, a rigid Highland chieftain determined to protect his country, rarely lets her out of his sight. A man, as it turns out, who is immune to her allure…or so it seems.
From the moment Clan MacLomain decides to save Scotland’s history, Laird Conall Hamilton knows he needs to be part of it. What he does not foresee is a beautiful twenty-first century actress crossing his path. More so, that they end up caught in an obligatory kiss that sparks an infamous battle. A kiss, as Fate would have it, that takes them on an adventure through time to both the Action at Earnside Skirmish and the Action at Happrew.
Joining first Sir William Wallace then King Robert the Bruce, Conall and Lindsay end up on a journey that will leave neither unscathed. Though determined to keep each other at arm’s length, desire simmers, reeling them ever closer. Inner demons are faced as they navigate a powerful connection neither saw coming. A bond so intense and passionate that it might very well help them defeat the enemy and save a nation.


Excerpt #1

“You could slow 
down some,” she muttered 
under her breath as none other than Laird Conall
Hamilton yanked her through the woods toward 
Stirling Bridge.

“Not if they are 
to believe you are my prisoner,” 
he stated blandly, his hold on her wrist an
unbreakable vice grip. Naturally, ever 
the hero, 
he had volunteered 
to bait the English alongside 
her. At least six 
foot five with broad shoulders 
and endless muscles she was no match for him
physically. But maybe mentally. Time would tell. 
Lindsay sighed as she stumbled
along and put up a believable struggle. The truth 
was, Conall was as smart as
he was strong and that, amongst other things, 
was getting on her nerves.

Sure, being 
flung back in time to days before 
one of the most famous battles in Scottish
history was daunting, but she had handled it. 
She had worked her magic with
Hugh Cressingham then even John de Warenne,
 the Earl of Surrey. As she was so
good at when it came to men, she had been what 
they needed her to be. But then
that’s what she did for a living.

She acted, and 
she did so very well.

Again and again, 
over and over, no matter where she was.

“The bloody 
Sassenach are watching you, lass,” 
Conall muttered. “They want you back.”

“That’s what 
we’re counting on,” she reminded, 
nearly tripping on a root.

Fog drifted in 
thick waves through the damp, 
pine-scented forest, obscuring far more than she
would like. It hid things from her. Kept something 
from her. Up until this
point, she had been strong but something about 
that, not being able to see
beyond the fog, sent shivers through her. A chill 
and dread that, of all
things, had her clutching the ring in her 
pocket for comfort.

But why would 
she feel that way?

Even as she 
shook her head against the idea, she 
slid the Claddagh ring on. Unfortunately,
it didn’t affect her fear in the least. If anything, 
it made her feel more
vulnerable. Or was it really the ring? She frowned 
as her eyes went to Conall.

“So what is your 
plan once we get close?” she said. 
“Because I thought I should be the one to
put on the show seeing how I am a professional actress 
and you’re ah…well, 
rather transparent.”

“I suspect you 
will put on a show,” he acknowledged, 
clearly not all that impressed as he
pulled her along. “I’ll be curious to see how well 
you perform.”

Like Adlin and 
Bryce, he said ‘you’ instead of ‘ye’ 
when speaking with her. Evidently, it was
how medieval MacLomains made it easier for 
twenty-first century women to 
understand them.

“So why are you 
so upset?” Lindsay arched her brows, 
about over his attitude given their
current circumstances. “Might it be because I 
spent the night in William’s 

Conall scowled.
“Why would I care if you spent the night in his tent?”

Lindsay rolled 
her eyes. “Because you have been 
smitten with me since the night all of you
saved me from the English.”

“Is that what 
you think?” His voice remained bland. 
“Or could you have misconstrued my
vigilance in protecting a lass who tempts her 
own demise at every turn as 

She dodged 
another root, growing more irritated by 
the moment. “So ending up in the
enemy’s camp against my will was tempting my 
own demise?” She inhaled deeply at
his gall. “Are you serious?”

“Ending up in 
Cressingham’s arms was tempting 
something,” he returned. “And God only knows
what you were up to in the Earl’s tent.”

She narrowed her 
eyes at the back of his head. 
They might have met a few days ago, but this was
the most he had ever spoken to her. Where she
 had hoped they might be able to
speak sooner, now she was of the mind he had 
spared her.

“Why don’t you 
say what’s really on your mind, 
Conall,” she said. “Because I highly doubt it
has anything to do with me being in anyone’s arms 
but William’s—”

That’s all she 
managed to get out before he whipped 
her around and backed her against a tree.
Half a breath later his lips were on hers.

Sky Purington is the bestselling author of over thirty novels and several novellas. A New Englander born and bred who recently moved to Virginia, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth, and legend. When combined with a love for nature, romance, and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.

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Mary Preston said...

This is #2. Is it a stand alone? The series looks great.

Sky said...

Thanks so much for featuring Taken by a Highland Laird. Wishing you and yours Happy Holidays! :-)

Sky Purington

Sky said...

Thanks! Yes this is #2 and is best enjoyed if read after Sworn to a Highland Laird, Book 1. Thanks for stopping by Mary! Happy Holidays! :-)