OMG, what a busy summer this is. I’ve been working behind the scenes to get four, yes 4, books ready to release. Three of them are actually re-releases of my first three books, but they’ve been re-edited and cleaned up, and have pretty, shiny new covers for their re-release. They’ve even been given new titles, and a series name to go with their make-over. Pretty exciting stuff.

To kick off these exciting second editions, I have written a new novella to add to the beginning of the group, called appropriately enough, A Time To Begin, Book One of the MacNicol Clan Through Time series. These are my time-travel Scottish historical books that got me started writing, and are kinda my love babies. I’m excited to see them get a second chance to spread joy and entertainment out into the world of romance readers.

The series is now called the MacNicol Clan Through Time, and the books to be re-released are as follows:

Return In Time will become A Time To Return

Somewhere To Belong will become A Time To Belong

Away Over-Yonder will become A Time To Forgive

The original publisher of these books, sadly, went out of business. But when one door closes, another one opens, and I have this grand opportunity to publish these sweet stories again under Kingsburg Press. Who doesn’t love a second chance type of romance, and for these sweet babies, this is their second chance to be read and loved by you.

Snippet from Away Over-Yonder.

She reached the shadow of the wide double doors at the entrance of the stables and stopped to observe her unexpected visitor, standing one step away from the bright light of the mid-day sun. The rider had already dismounted from his bike and was removing his helmet. It was a sleek black orb with a tinted face plate that when worn would obscure his features.
From the shadow of the doorway she watched as he set the helmet on the seat of his bike and ran his fingers through his dark auburn hair, releasing his disheveled curls from the dreaded curse of helmet-hair. His profile revealed a strong, straight nose, bold cheek bones, and a well formed jaw.
Bree watched a moment longer as the man unzipped his black leather jacket and tucked his shirt into his faded black jeans. The tight fit of his dark tee-shirt revealed the type of rock hard muscles that came from long hours of hard work. He was one nice-looking man.
After she finished checking out the man, she checked out his bike, a sleek black and gray Ducati Multistrada. The model looked to be a few years old, but the bike was in mint condition. He obviously took good care of his toys. It was one nice-looking bike.

Away Over Yonder

Away Over Yonder, the third book of my Ellers Family time-travel adventures is available at all major on-line booksellers.

Sometimes the road to forgiveness is away over yonder . . .

Alex MacDonald will use charm, hard work, or whatever else it takes to get his skittish Clydesdales working again so he can prove to his cantankerous father that he has what it takes to run the family business. When he goes in search of the best horse whisperer available, he finds Breanna Ellers, the sweetest little Scottish lass this side of Inverness. There’s only one problem; for reasons unknown to Alex, she hates the MacDonalds. Alex isn’t above telling a little white lie to hide his last name, not if it means healing his horses and saving the family business.

Breanna Ellers of the MacNicol clan may be a bit old-fashioned, but her psychic ability to connect to animals makes her one of the best horse trainers in Northern California. She’s reluctant to leave Over-Yonder, the family ranch, but the challenge of working with Alex and his Clydesdales proves too tempting to ignore. When she discovers that Alex is a MacDonald, it’s nearly a deal breaker. She hates the MacDonalds and what they did to the MacNicol clan back on the Isle of Skye. It doesn’t matter that the battle took place over eight hundred years ago; to a woman born in 1308 it’s still recent history.

It’ll take a special kind of magic, and a whole lot of forgiveness, to bring these two ill-fated lovers together—again.

My very best to you and I hope you enjoy, always. T

Away Over-Yonder, excerpt.

It’s a warm summer day and I’m in the mood for some good clean S.E.X., Seriously Exciting eXcerpts. Hope you’re in the mood too!

The following is a bit of an introduction from my latest release, Away Over-Yonder. It’s that moment when two people meet and something new and exciting reveals itself. I hope you enjoy…. always. T

S.E.X. from Away Over-Yonder:

She reached the shadow of the wide double doors at the entrance of the stables and stopped to observe her unexpected visitor, standing one step away from the bright light of the mid-day sun. The rider had already dismounted from his bike and was removing his helmet. It was a sleek black orb with a tinted face plate that when worn would obscure his features.

From the shadow of the doorway she watched as he set the helmet on the seat of his bike and ran his fingers through his dark auburn hair, releasing his disheveled curls from the dreaded curse of helmet-hair. His profile revealed a strong, straight nose, bold cheek bones, and a well formed jaw.

Bree watched a moment longer as the man unzipped his black leather jacket and tucked his shirt into his faded black jeans. The tight fit of his dark tee-shirt revealed the type of rock hard muscles that came from long hours of hard work. He was one nice-looking man.

After she finished checking out the man, she checked out his bike, a sleek black and gray Ducati Multistrada. The model looked to be a few years old, but the bike was in mint condition. He obviously took good care of his toys. It was one nice-looking bike.

She judged her visitor to be in his late twenties, maybe six or seven years older than her. When he started to walk toward the front of the ranch house she called out, “Can I help you?” She took a step into the bright sunlight.

He turned with a startled jerk. Squinting, he reached a hand up to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun. “Excuse me. I didn’t see you standing there.”

“Looking for someone?”

“Yeah, Breanna Ellers. Know where I can find her?”

Bree stepped forward. “I’m Breanna Ellers.”

The man fished a card from his back pocket and looked it over, then looked back at her. “You’re Breanna Ellers, the animal trainer?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” she confirmed. She saw that he was holding one of the business cards her cousin Jack had designed for her and insisted on handing out to everyone he met. He also had a habit of leaving them at every pet and feed store in the area. Which meant this guy could be anyone.

He looked skeptical. “It says here you have twelve years of experience.”

“That’s right. I trained my first puppy when I was ten years old.” She moved closer so he wouldn’t have to squint into the sun.

“Professionally?” He raised a doubtful brow. She noted how he gave her the quick once-over.

“You mean did I get paid? Aye, there’s always a reward.” She’d been down this road before. It was always the same until they saw what she could do. “I take it you’re in need of a trainer?”

He took a few steps toward her, stopping with the bike still between them. “I’ve got some horses that are giving me trouble. Frank McGregor said you could help.”

Her face relaxed into an easy grin. “You know Franklin?”

“Yeah. He gave me your card, but…” He flipped the card back and forth in his hand.

“Let me guess. He didn’t tell you my age.”

“Nope, he never mentioned that.” The man gave her his first honest smile.

“That sounds like Franklin.” The elder man was like a grandfather to her, part of a strong network of friends and family she had created to replace the family she had lost back home in Scotland.

Though it was still early spring, the day was unseasonably warm, and the sun was approaching its zenith. She motioned over to the covered patio at the back of the house. “Why don’t we go sit down in the shade? It’s a little hot to be standing out here in the sun. Especially with you all dressed in black.” It was her turn to give him the once over. For a second, he reminded her of a dark warrior, ready to ride into battle, mysterious and romantic. She quickly reined in her overactive imagination, but she couldn’t dismiss the thought. Not completely.

“All right,” he nodded, stepping around his bike.

“Would you like something to drink?”

 “Cold water would be nice.” He met her halfway as they walked toward the table and chairs under the latticed awning.

As they drew closer, she noticed his stunning hazel eyes. Swirls of browns and greens created a kaleidoscope effect, mysteriously drawing her in.

She drew in a quick, sharp breath while her heart pumped iron for a few fast beats. For a brief moment, his eyes reminded her of William Gregory, the boy she had loved back home in Scotland. But William was dead. He had died when he was only twenty summers, fighting to protect her Ma. She blinked hard, shaking her head, willing the image to fade as quickly as it had appeared.

Still dazed, she looked down and noticed the man had reached out his hand. “I’m Alex. Alex Connor,” he said.

“I’m…I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Connor,” she stammered.

“Just call me Alex,” he said. His beguiling smile washed over her like fresh sweet cream.

“And you can call me Bree.” She shook his hand, fighting back her memories. This man wasn’t William, and she was no longer in Scotland. She needed to relax.

Away Over Yonder

I’m please to announce that Away Over Yonder, the third and final book of my Ellers Family time-travel adventures is now available at all major on-line booksellers.

Sometimes the road to forgiveness is away over yonder . . .

Alex MacDonald will use charm, hard work, or whatever else it takes to get his skittish Clydesdales working again so he can prove to his cantankerous father that he has what it takes to run the family business. When he goes in search of the best horse whisperer available, he finds Breanna Ellers, the sweetest little Scottish lass this side of Inverness. There’s only one problem; for reasons unknown to Alex, she hates the MacDonalds. Alex isn’t above telling a little white lie to hide his last name, not if it means healing his horses and saving the family business.

Breanna Ellers of the MacNicol clan may be a bit old-fashioned, but her psychic ability to connect to animals makes her one of the best horse trainers in Northern California. She’s reluctant to leave Over-Yonder, the family ranch, but the challenge of working with Alex and his Clydesdales proves too tempting to ignore. When she discovers that Alex is a MacDonald, it’s nearly a deal breaker. She hates the MacDonalds and what they did to the MacNicol clan back on the Isle of Skye. It doesn’t matter that the battle took place over eight hundred years ago; to a woman born in 1308 it’s still recent history.

It’ll take a special kind of magic, and a whole lot of forgiveness, to bring these two ill-fated lovers together—again.

My very best to you and I hope you enjoy, always. T