PURE LUST OR BLOODLUST--OR IS IT TRUE LOVE?
Journey to 15th Century Highland Scotland—a land of frigid lochs and rugged bens—a land as old as time itself. A Scottish chieftain rides from the mist. “Ah,” you say. “Let me see the hero.” Squinting through the gray veil, you search for a tartan-clad brute. Instead you see a tiny woman, a Pictish princess, with fine, dark hair and flashing azure eyes. She is Anna of Gildevon, daughter of the Sliochd-Ghill-iosa, Clan of the Cat.
Raised in the idyllic wilds of the Highlands, adored by her family and her clan, Anna knows little of the brutal and treacherous medieval world. Betrothed to the mysterious Welsh squire, Gwydion of Gwynedd, she believes her life is perfect, and she believes she can love no other. But, the winds of change blow from the North Sea, and when Anna’s father, the warrior chief, declares she will succeed him, Anna’s castles of faerie disappear beneath a fiery rain of revenge.
Plots to overthrow her appear on crumbling parchments, sinister forces from the mysterious mountains of Wales materialize from nowhere. Raw initiation truly begins when Anna’s destiny collides with Braddon of Blackfell. With the face of a Greek god and the physique of an Italian statue, the future leader of Clan Armstrong is desired by all women and feared by all men. The massive warrior asks her to heal his hunting dog—a seemingly innocent request. But, this initial encounter opens the portals to a darker world, where Anna must learn to wield a chieftain’s sword against brutal men who lust for land and power and will stop at nothing to achieve it.
A novel dripping with romance, vengeance, and lust, Touch Not a Wilde Scottish Cat will capture you at midnight and release you at dawn.
