Tensions rise in the Highlands as the Scots fight for their independence from English tyranny. But amidst the chaos, Robbie MacGillivray and Jane Sewell are able to carve out a sliver of happiness for themselves, however brief and intermittent their time together may be. The odds are against them: he is the dispossessed chief of Clan Gillivray; she is the young, English wife of his enemy, Lord Reginald D’Aubrey, Baron of Dunloch.
Those odds will eventually topple their precariously balanced happiness. Infuriated by the MacGillivray chief’s royal pardon, Lord Reginald will stop at nothing to bring the chief of Clan Gillivray to his death. Caught in the middle of the conflict, Jane must decide, once and for all, where her loyalties lie – with her English King, Edward the Longshanks, or with her love, her Highlander?
And what will she do when the true laird of Dunloch returns?
Author Veronica Bale continues her debut trilogy with the anticipated second volume in the Highland Loyalties series.
Robert MacGillivray, chief of Clan Gillivray and outlaw, has fled his former home of Dunloch Castle to avoid capture by Lord Reginald D’Aubrey, the English baron who has sworn to bring him down. His departure leaves the young and naive Jane Sewell, Robbie’s love … and Lord Reginald’s English bride, vulnerable.
Day after day Jane waits for word of Robbie, growing more and more despondent when nothing is to be heard – until the day that Robert MacGillivray resurfaces in a bold and daring move to reunite and strengthen his clan.
What does this bold move mean for Jane? Will her loyalties remain with Lord Reginald as her husband, or will she find them swaying towards Robbie once more?
Author Veronica Bale’s debut novel, Bride of Dunloch, is a gripping story of love and conflict in the time of the first Scottish War of Independence, and of one young girl’s struggle to determine for herself what is right and what is wrong.
In the watery grey light of a late spring dawn, two forces meet to oppose one another at the main gate of Dunloch Castle, an imposing structure nestled deep in the Scottish Highlands. On the attacking side are the MacGillivrays—a clan dispossessed of its ancestral lands and home because its members would not swear loyalty to the English King Edward the First. Dunloch is theirs, and they will take it back—by any means necessary.
So is the world in which Jane Sewell, a young and naive English girl of noble birth whose hand has been given away in marriage, finds herself. It is a land that is as bloody and brutal as it is beautiful. But when she stumbles upon a wounded Scottish warrior from the enemy MacGillivray clan, her compassionate nature will not allow her to abandon him. Against her better judgement, she resolves to help him in secret.
As tensions at Dunloch intensify, however, Jane finds herself torn between her duty—and her heart. For in these Scottish Highlands, loyalties can change as quickly as the weather …
Returning home from sea after three years, a place he had found as an escape from the pain caused by his unfaithful first love, all Michael saw in a girl was his chance for vengeance. His feelings of hurt aggravated to a new high on hearing his sister’s words that the girl-next-door, Catherine, was different. To prove that she was wrong, Michael argued that he could wreck Catherine before he left for sea.
Little did he know that his life would change forever, that his fate would be in the hands of the people who blamed him for what befell upon her. The series of shocks started as the first few lines written inside Catherine’s journals.
Then he would have to challenge fate…….for good or for worse!
Was a mariner and is now a fulll time author. The incidents in the story has a touch of true life experience
True life experience
Sample from Book:
“Oh thou soul-mate of mine;
Won’t it be hard to live with you no more nearby?
But alas as the road lies parting now-a-time,
My love, I figure it’s safer to tell you goodbye.”
– CATHERINE STEPHEN SEBASTIAN.
“Dear Cathy, how I wish, if only yesterday’s dreams were today’s reality.”
– MICHAEL SEBASTIAN.
It’s said that hope grows with light but, for me, the rise of sun in the distant horizon drew the gravity of my situation on to my already hysterical mind. The endless miles of orangish dark sea, its swells ending in front of the crimson background of the horizon, clearly codified my adverse state of helplessness. All of it felt like an immense portrait of distress and, except for the gurgling swells breaking on my face and the wind kissing me on its way past my ear, the only sound that broke the deadly silence was my long lone whimper for help.
The vomiting started as a series of coughs, significantly increasing into bouts of nausea which finally ended in a violent throw-up of fluids. A considerable amount of salt water, along with the mixed contents of cereal and bread I had for my early morning breakfast, got flushed off through my mouth and nose. Finally, after what felt like an unstoppable struggle, I felt my body relax and resume its normal breathing as soon as the violent throw-up ended.
I knew that this was going to be the last sunrise I would ever be seeing in my life and watched in awe, for the first time, as the sun’s upper limb broke the horizon, peeking himself from the depths of the seas as he made his journey back onto the skies to illuminate the earth in his selfless light. Moments later, the sun broke himself free from the horizon’s band and climbed out from the water, breaking free from the long swim he might have had enjoyed overnight.
The crimson colored sky was slowly turning into one of light orange, which within moments, turned progressively into a lighter shade that mixed with the blueness of the ocean surrounding me. If only it were for some other time, I would have had watched the curtain of sky lining my sight of view with glee rather than the complete fright and regret I was having now. The change in color of the dark water of the sea into a more translucent blue slowly struck out the vastness of my plight into my terrified eyes.
Out of despair I tried to close my eyes, trying to remember about home…………….
Our ride lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour and, when we finally reached the fields, the whole group was awestruck on seeing her seated behind me. Though all we stayed was for less than half an hour in the group’s company, Jennifer seemed to enjoy the time she spent with me. Leaving her outside her home, that night, I enjoyed the first kiss of love in my life.
“Take it as a yes from me for the morning.” she added as she walked back into her house.
Happenings of that night mysteriously altered the course of life for me.
It marked the start of my first relation with a girl, a relation that lasted till the evening of prom. Like it’s said to happen in love, I was living each day as a new page of my life. I started waking up each morning, more to see her brunette haired plush lipped face complete with a nose pierce and two pearl ringed ear lobes than to get complicated with other issues in life.
The shivering had finally ended and the new cause of concern for me was in keeping my head above the increasingly high swell. I was too much involved in the struggle to lie afloat that, when I felt a slight contact on the inside of my thigh, my panicked mind failed to register it. The rubs kept repeating, increasing in frequency, and finally I was woken up from my thoughts. Though my first fears were for sharks, the failure to see a dorsal fin breaking the water’s surface gave me an unexplainable sense of relief.
I placed my head under the water’s surface to take a look at what was rubbing itself against my body.
One of the most beautiful sights of a light blue column of immensely deep water, surrounding me, embedding me in a seemingly moving curtain, mesmerized my anxious eyes in the beauty of its plain simplicity. Breaking the curtain of blue was the sight of a silvery white form, which felt more like a piece of silver foil dazzling in the depths.
On careful repeated underwater stares, I finally made out the shape of a fish, around half a meter long, circling itself around me. To my horror, I made out the awful truth that the fish was the one which was rubbing against my body. The only reason for it to maintain a distance from me was the methodical threading of my limbs in an effort to stay afloat.
Staring out into the heaven, looming high above me, I prayed to god for putting me out of my misery as quickly as he could.
Here I was, lying isolated, growing weaker by the second, in an immense column of water, trying to gather enough strength to fight back any chance of drowning when, to add to my utter misery, an enormous fish of unknown type kept circling me in its full hearted effort to peck at my flesh. This was the first time I was experiencing death up-close and, all I could do to keep it at bay was the super-human effort of trying to stay afloat; like an ant fallen into a pond. At least the ant would have something to hold on to but, for me, all I could believe in was a thought for rescue.
One which was growing meaner by the second!
Catherine; as from her own Journals:
Every girl lives with a dream-
A dream to love a boy, marry him, enjoy a full happening life with him and finally, when the time comes, die lying in his arms, the knowledge of having at least some one worthy enough to shed a tear, providing her with an unknown satisfaction.
Lucky are the few who get the sequence right and foolish are the most, who in their own unforgiving ways of life, makes a mess of what were in offer.
Beneath the peaceful exterior of the leafy town of Tall Tree, the brutal baby gangster underworld is simmering to a hard boil. Squeezy the Cheeks, undisputed leader of the long ruling North Wood crew, is facing the toughest challenge of his career: his archnemesis Harry the Rash, who rules the Poopypants Gang with an iron rattle, is making a play for Squeezy’s territory. Mama’s Boy, the freshest recruit into Squeezy’s mob of infant thugs, is unwittingly thrust into the middle of the massive heist Squeezy must pull off to keep himself and his crew in their seat of power. Everything is at stake for the North Wood Gang. But can Mama’s Boy keep it together to make the score, or will the mysterious redhead he encounters at Story Time distract him at his most important hour? Join Mama’s Boy as he journeys into the dark underbelly of the baby hoodlum wars and is forced to change his worldview forever.
Alex was quite sure that “gifted” was a term which delusional parents applied to their strictly average children, that vampires were gorgeous dead guys in her eighth-grade girls’ novels, and “Seers” was a middle schooler’s misspelling of a department store famous for power tools. Teachers, however, don’t know everything, and it’s Alex’s turn to be educated.
Hoping just to clear her mind, Alex Crocker leaves work for a late night run across the small city of Bristol, Massachusetts. Instead she is dragged violently into a feud she never would have known existed. She quickly learns she’s being hunted for possessing a gift she never wanted, one that could kill her or provide her the power she’ll need to protect herself and those she cares for. Despite her desire to maintain her independence, Alex quickly becomes tied to the Rectinatti vampires through bonds of friendship, loyalty, and most surprisingly, love. These bonds, coupled with the new knowledge that she is in grave danger are enough to make her want to stay, but it’s learning what is really at stake that drives her to fight
In this, her first solo Write On Press Publication, Taymika G. Byrd brings the reader three amazing tales, each one steeped in adventure, fantasy and lust so steamy you’re gonna need a cigarette!
First, Ms. Taymika G. Byrd of the now famed Crescent City Connection series brings you In the Vieux Carre’. A tale of sex and seduction in the city that time forgot. Who knows how a life can change when a young attorney moves into a haunted French Quarter apartment.
Next, Beinvenito a Miami takes you on an all night flight through the club scene in one of the hottest cities around with a sexy witch who’s on the run from some bad decisions.
Finally, Skye Fall introduces Skye Morgan a young woman on the run from evil demons who want to use her newly discovered talents for their own dark purposes. Will she stay hidden long enough to develop the strength to save her own life?
12 tales of exotic pleasure. These tantalizing tales are sure to warm you on even the coldest night. Delve into the dark allure of Club Petit Mort, follow the sexual adventures of a young woman in Kara’s Diary, and much more. Settle in and enjoy these short sexy stories.
HUCKLEBERRY MILTON is a brand new rewrite of Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn, set in a time warp between Haight-Ashbury in the Summer of Love and today, right here on the social-media Internet. It’s like Austin Powers meets The Office with a mix of 80s technology and today’s Internet. The experimental literary cut-up techniques, the pop culture references and and the psychedelic touches make it a book that can be read forwards and back, to and from anywhere. Now who’s got the remote for that 400-channel Russian satellite dish?
Homicide Detective Stanford Carter uses Zen meditation to deal with the gruesome crimes of humanity. But his composure is severely tested when an unfaithful husband and stripper are not only murdered but showcased for their immoral lives. To test his mettle further, department policy is jeopardizing his romance with his CSI colleague Jill Seacrest. Marrying colleagues is prohibited and Carter must either end his romance or have Jill put in for transfer. The private detective hired by the family of the victims becomes the only suspect. Carter theorizes someone with knowledge in law enforcement is responsible for leaving clean but disturbing crime scenes. Further investigation leads him to believe a pair of killers might be working as serials. As Jill goes undercover to investigate the PI’s social life, Carter fears he might not only fail to stop the vigilante killings but lose the love of his life.
Falling in love shouldn’t be against the law, but it is on the island Alzabreah, where a high priestess genetically engineers men to be nothing more than love slaves. When a disciple Mavra breaks the rules and falls in love with one of the drones, she soon discovers the high priestess has committed murder to cover illegal genetic experiments. Now Mavra must fight for their lives.
When aliens contact suspense author Wilfred Diamond demanding he spread a message to his fellow humans to go green – or else-he confides in his new love interest, EPA scientist Sonja Hoffs. Learning a technology is available which would cure the earth’s pollution woes, Diamond urges Hoffs to help him bring it to the light of day. But there are many who want the technology to remain in the dark and these people are just as dangerous as any alien invader. Knowing the risks, Hoffs lets her heart-and not her brain-guide her to take the plunge into not only a new romance but the perilous waters of political conspiracy.
Detective Sam Benson, a native New Yorker, is brash, opinionated and candid. Transplanted to work on Earth’s first colonized planet, he envisions a relatively peaceful job. But Benson’s ruthless nature might bring it to the brink of annihilation when a series of murders begins. He suspects a non-human is responsible-an android who once shared engrams with a psychopathic human. However, the detective doesn’t know other non-humans once called his new world-theirs. And as Benson obsesses with making a case against the android, he is oblivious to their return and the reason why they consider machines to be their gods.
Black magic threatens humanity with Extreme Liquidation. The only thing preventing occultist Aleister Crowley from ascension is reincarnation. Trapped in human form again, he’s manipulating political events to bring about the End Times and achieve what he believes to be his true destiny. FBI Agent Caitlin Diggs has a secret gift that could stop him, but Crowley’s no ordinary enemy. He knows something she doesn’t, and tampers with her ability, twisting it to serve his own agenda. Will she uncover the truth in time to save all mankind?