I'm honored to be hosting the talented Lynsay Sands today with her delightful historical read, To Marry a Scottish Laird. Keep reading to get a glimpse of this book, and learn even more about it by visiting the other blogs hosting this tour. Make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win 3 print copies of Ms. Sands' An English Bride in Scotland and a prize pack too.
Joan promised her mother that she would deliver a scroll to the clan MacKay. But traveling alone is dangerous, even disguised as a boy. When a Scottish warrior lends his aid, she is more than relieved . . . until he surprises her with lingering kisses and caresses that prove her disguise hasn't fooled him. As their passion ignites, will the secrets of the scroll force a wedding . . . and lead to a love she's never known?
EXCERPT:
Joan had barely had the thought when she heard the thunder of a fast moving horse. Not horses, horse, she realized. For one moment she was so panicked at the realization and the fear that it might be Cam, that she froze on the road like a deer before oncoming hunters. But then her brain kicked in and sent her scurrying to the side of the road and the bushes that waited there. She dove into them without looking back, then hunkered down, trying to make herself as small as possible so that the bush would hide her. She knew she’d failed when the approaching horse suddenly slowed and then stopped just on the other side of the bushes.
“Joan?”
“No,” she instinctively blurted and then could have kicked herself. No? For the sake of the good Lord, what was the matter with her? She should have kept her mouth shut and hoped he’d ride on. Surely he hadn’t seen her? And if he had, he’d only caught a glimpse and couldn’t have been sure it was her. At least not until she’d said no, not even bothering to try to disguise her voice.
“Are ye comin’ out? Or shall I come join ye in the bushes?” Cam asked calmly.
Joan closed her eyes briefly and then sighed and stood up to scowl at him. “How did you know I was here?”
“I saw ye rush over and throw yerself behind the bush,” he answered quietly.
“Well surely you only caught a glimpse. I could have been anyone,” she pointed out with irritation.
“Aye,” he allowed. “Except that yer behind was poking out of the bush, and I’d know that derriere anywhere, under any circumstances.”
“Joan?”
“No,” she instinctively blurted and then could have kicked herself. No? For the sake of the good Lord, what was the matter with her? She should have kept her mouth shut and hoped he’d ride on. Surely he hadn’t seen her? And if he had, he’d only caught a glimpse and couldn’t have been sure it was her. At least not until she’d said no, not even bothering to try to disguise her voice.
“Are ye comin’ out? Or shall I come join ye in the bushes?” Cam asked calmly.
Joan closed her eyes briefly and then sighed and stood up to scowl at him. “How did you know I was here?”
“I saw ye rush over and throw yerself behind the bush,” he answered quietly.
“Well surely you only caught a glimpse. I could have been anyone,” she pointed out with irritation.
“Aye,” he allowed. “Except that yer behind was poking out of the bush, and I’d know that derriere anywhere, under any circumstances.”
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Lynsay Sands is the nationally bestselling author of the Argeneau/Rogue Hunter vampire series, as well as numeroushistoricals and anthologies. She’s been writing stories since grade school and considers herself incredibly lucky to be able to make a career out of it. Her hope is that readers can get away from their everyday stress through her stories, and if there are occasional uncontrollable fits of laughter, that’s just a big bonus.
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