Sunday, May 27, 2018

NEW COVER REVEAL: My Highlander Cover Model by @KarynGerrard #Fantasy #TimeTravel #Highlander


MY HIGHLANDER COVER MODEL
Heroes of Time Travel Anthology Series #1
re-release: July 16, 2016
Approx 32,000 words

Skye Bancroft, assistant art director at a small New York publisher, is used to dealing with the occasional spoiled and egocentric model. After all, it’s part of her job description. But during a photoshoot, she didn’t count on one to become so delusional as to think himself a Highlander from 1814 Scotland.

Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream: A warrior who is fierce, passionate, and protective. Rendered unconscious during battle, he awakens in another place, time, and in another man’s body. Could this be magic? Convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, that he is Cailin is a daunting task.

Regardless of his strange time travel story and sexy Scottish burr, believing this extraordinary man is from another era becomes hard to deny. The attraction between them sizzles and Skye is left to wonder: Is Cailin truly as he claims?

Note: this title is a re-release that has been revised, re-edited and more than 8000 words added


“You dinna believe me, do ye, Skye?”
Her gaze softened as if indulging a simple child. Pity he did not need or want. His temper boiled hot and furious as he tried to rein his frustrations. No bluidy luck. With a sweep of his arm he sent the platter of food crashing to the floor. The plate smashed to bits. He stood and pounded the table with such force, his glass tipped over. The fizzy drink—soda, she had called it—dripped into a large pool on the floor.
“I am Cailin Thorburn! I dinna understand how I came to be here or what my connection is to the lad or where he is. Do you think I want to be here?” He strode toward her. Grabbing her shoulders, he brought her to her feet. “Look into my eyes, lass. Do you see this Roderick you hold in such disdain? Amhairc fh√©in cridhe. See my heart.” He snatched her wee hand and laid it on his chest and held it there. “Feel my heart, mo eudail.”
Her lower lip trembled. It was not his intent to scare the sweet lass. “What are you saying?” she gasped. “You spoke that language earlier—”
“’Tis the Gaelic, my mother tongue. I said before you are beautiful.” He cupped her cheek. “I called you my darlin’. Look into my eyes. Do ye see Roderick?”

* * *

How could she think straight when he gave her such an intense look? His eyes burned with passionate green fire. He spoke Gaelic or what he claimed was Gaelic. Whatever, it was enough to squeeze her heart and curl her toes. He thought her beautiful? No man had ever said it to her before. Calling her “my darling” caused a few hot tears to cluster in the corner of her eyes. Her emotions were all over the map. So were her confused thoughts.
Blinking back the gathering moisture, she did as he asked and looked deeply into his eyes. No, she didn’t see Roderick. She’d never claimed to know Roderick all that well anyway. But what did it prove? When Skye stood close to him like this, she could easily believe anything he told her. Anything at all.
This house proved the opposite of what she’d thought Roderick was—an arrogant ass. Instead, she observed a cozy and tastefully decorated home with many pictures of family about and numerous books showing a mind that yearned to learn new things. The house was clean, his clothes neat and organized. Snooping in the kitchen, she found the herbs and spices lined up alphabetically in the cupboard. Coupled with his moments of sweetness like the one discussing the brooch, she became more and more convinced she may have misjudged Roderick. And she had been far too quick to judge.
All a man had to do was speak a little Gaelic to convince her he came from another time and another body? However, the sword had come to life and it had definitely vibrated. Hell, it had hummed. She hadn’t imagined it. When he’d regained consciousness, he was no longer Roderick. A stark reality.
“Do you want me to be truthful? I honestly don’t know what’s going on. I need more time to process this. No, I don’t see Roderick, but I’ve only had a few dealings with him. We weren’t close. When we gripped the sword, it vibrated and made a weird sound. Then it slipped from our hands and hit Roderick in the forehead.” Her fingers brushed by the small goose egg and Cailin moaned softly from her touch. “When he woke he was different. He was—you. I can’t completely dismiss it, but I can’t accept it all, either. As I said—I need time.”

With a sigh, he clasped her hand and kissed it. “Skye, I have a feeling time is the one thing I dinna have. Mayhap the sword is enchanted. But I feel in here,” his fist lowered to his solar plexus, “my time here is limited. This is no’ my body, no’ my life. I canna stay.”



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Book 2 Heroes of Time Travel Anthology Series


TIMELESS HEART
by Karyn Gerrard
KG Publishing
Time Travel/Fantasy/Contemporary
30,432 Words
Release Date: June 9th 2015

Suffering from burnout, elementary school teacher Sandra Cranston is on leave and trying to eliminate stress from her life. That plan is blown when she discovers an abandoned carriage deep in the woods. Inside is a man, Jerrod Ross, who fuels all of her wicked Regency dreams and fantasies. Take him home? Sure, why not?
Jerrod Ross has been ripped from the only world he has ever known—1821 Cornwall, England. A mine owner with many responsibilities, all he wants to do is return to his time. But his growing attraction for the lovely lady who found him makes staying in the future a temptation he finds hard to resist.

Torn between duty and desire, past and future, the hardest thing Sandra and Jerrod will do is admit their feelings. Or say—goodbye.











Karyn Gerrard, born and raised in the Maritime Provinces of Eastern Canada, now makes her home in a small town in Northwestern Ontario. When she’s not cheering on the Red Sox or travelling in the summer with her teacher husband, she writes, reads romance, and drinks copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. 

 Even at a young age Karyn’s storytelling skills were apparent, thrilling her fellow Girl Guides with off-the-cuff horror stories around the campfire. A multi-published author, she loves to write sensual historical and contemporaries. Tortured heroes are an absolute must. 

 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 and loving support keeps her moving forward.

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