Sunday, June 29, 2014

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: My Highlander Cover Model by @KarynGerrard #Highlander #timetravel


Release date: April 7 2013 from Decadent Publishing

Time Travel/Contemporary/Highlander/Erotic Romance

WORD COUNT:  23,000

BLURB: Skye Bancroft is a hard-working assistant art director at Night Moon Publishers. Dealing with the occasional spoiled and egocentric model is part of her job description. But she didn’t count on one so delusional to think he was a Scotsman from the highlands of 1814.

 Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream—a warrior who is fierce, passionate, and wields a very large sword. Rendered unconscious during battle, he awakens in another place, time, and seemingly in another man’s body. Was it all a dream? Convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, that he is Cailin, the Highland warrior, is a daunting task.

Can an extraordinary man from another world prove he is who he claims to be? Will their attraction be enough, or is Cailin just a cover model in a kilt?

 Book 2 in the Cover Model Series. Book one is My Vampire Cover Model.

All Romance and Bookstrand best-seller in Time Travel


5 STARS! I loved it, this story is the past and the present coming together in a very unique way, well written and thought out. I just couldn't put it down once I started. Fantastic reading. ~Sarki, My Earnest Reviews

4 STARS! My Highlander Cover Model transcends time and geographic distance to deliver a sexy romantic story that is steamy, erotic and addictive.  The character development in this book is outstanding. ~Manic Readers

5 STARS!  Wow, just wow. What a fun and unique concept mixed with some pretty hot romance. I absolutely adored this story. Cailin and Skye are both wonderful characters. ~SheriV

“Listen, Skye. I am from 1814. I swear this on the honor of my clan.” He stood, reached for the sword leaning against the wall, and pulled it out of the scabbard. He swung the blade around his head in a perfect arc. Tossing the sword behind his back, he caught it and whipped it around to his front in another deft move. He lowered the sword point-side down in front of him and his hands gripped the pommel. “This is my sword, the one I carried into battle. I am a warrior of the clan Macbeth. I had it in my hand when I was pulled from my place in time. Think about it, lass. We both are called Thorburn? You say this Roderick held the sword before he swooned? There is druid magic at work here, no mistake.”

Skye barely registered his words. She was still staring at his sexy sword. How in hell had he learned those moves? She marveled once again at his potent, masculine presence. Somehow, it seemed to have increased, unless she was more attracted to him than she’d originally thought. Admitting she was simultaneously impressed and turned on, she then thought of his words. Eighteen fourteen. Warrior. Battle. Druid. Magic.

She subconsciously stepped back from him. The red welt on his forehead still looked angry and swollen. But this delusion seemed too detailed to spring from a crack in the noggin.

“Briagha, sibh glé briagha,” he whispered.

“What did you say, Roderick?”

He tossed the sword to the chair and strode toward her with stealthy purpose. “Cailin. You will call me Cailin. No’ this Roderick, agreed?”

He cupped her face; his fingertips stroked her jaw. Bolts of electric heat moved through her body straight to her toes. Her brain grew foggy and confused from his intoxicating touch. Drool would dribble down her chin at any moment. Skye gulped deeply. The smart thing to do would be to humor him.

“Okay, Cailin. Whatever you want.”

He leaned down and his mouth captured hers. Soft, hot, heat and full, talented lips. Roderick…Cailin—whatever—kissed her as she’d never been before. It was fierce, commanding, and sensual as hell. Yet he tempered the forceful action with the gentle touch of his fingers as they caressed her cheeks. He moved down her neck, stroking with heated purpose while his mouth continued its plunder.

Okay, this was way hotter than when he’d had her against the wall in the studio earlier. Her physical response was immediate. Her breasts tightened, her nipples hardened, and her stomach dipped to the floor. He slipped his tongue between her teeth and curled around hers in an intimate, desirable dance. To hell with it. She flung her arms around his neck and stood on her tippy-toes to take more of his devastating kiss.

Karyn Gerrard Bio:

Karyn lives in a small town in the western corner of Ontario, Canada. She wiles away her spare time writing and reading romance while drinking copious amounts of Earl Grey tea.

Tortured heroes are a must. A multi-published author with a few best-sellers under her belt, Karyn loves to write in different genres and time periods, though historicals are her favorite. As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden.

 Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.

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