Tagline: A little magickal mischief never
hurt anyone...
Book Synopsis: Erik MacGregor, from a clan of ancient
Scottish warlocks, isn’t looking for love. After centuries, it’s not even a
consideration…until he moves in next door to Lydia Barratt. It’s clear that the
shy beauty wants nothing to do with him, but he’s drawn to her nonetheless and
determined to win her over.
Lydia Barratt
just wants to be left alone to grow flowers and make lotions in her old
Victorian home. The last thing she needs is a demanding Scottish man meddling
in her private life. Just because he’s gorgeous and totally rocks a kilt
doesn’t mean she’s going to fall for his seductive manner.
But Erik won’t
give up and just as Lydia let’s her guard down, his sister decides to get
involved. Her little love potion prank goes terribly wrong, making Lydia the
target of his sudden embarrassingly obsessive behavior. They’ll have to find a
way to pull Erik out of the spell fast when it becomes clear that Lydia has
more than a lovesick warlock to worry about.
Evil lurks within the shadows and it plans to use Lydia, alive or dead,
to take out Erik and his clan for good.
Excerpt
Love Potions (Warlocks MacGregor)
Erik reached between them, grabbing the
shifter as they came to the bottom of the hill. The car slowed to a stop. He
looked over at her and confidently winked. She quickly turned away, focusing on
the two thick white stripes painted down the center of the dark blue hood.
When the car started to move, she
glanced back at him from the corner of her eyes. Erik rested his hand on his
bare knee. Lydia took a deep breath. She could definitely say this was the
first date she’d been on where the man was wearing a skirt.
Kilt, she corrected
herself. It’s not a skirt, it’s a kilt.
And it was damned sexy on him.
On top he wore a basic white shirt, a
black five button waistcoat, matching argyll jacket and a lighter wool tie. A
black leather bag with silver studs wrapped his hips. Below the waist, the red
and green plaid pattern fell to just above his bare knees. About three inches
below the hem, longer kilt hose covered his calves.
“It’s called a sporran,” Erik said.
“Huh?” Lydia pried her eyes away from
his waist, horrified to discover that she’d been staring at the man’s crotch
again. Almost defensively, she said, “I wasn’t wondering what you wore under
your kilt.”
“Ah, well that would be nothing at all,
lassie,” Erik said, again winking at her, “but I was telling ya that the black
bag you’re looking at is called a sporran.”
“Oh,” Lydia turned to the window,
rolling her eyes as she mocked herself.
Great going, Lydia! Way to make him
think you’re not a sex crazed whore. Wait. Did he just say he was naked under
the kilt?
She peeked at him, trying to determine
if he was teasing her or not.
Oh, great. It’s bad enough I can’t
think straight around him, now he has to tell me he’s not wearing any
underwear.
Was it too late to fake an illness and
back out? Probably.
How about jumping out of the car to run
home screaming?
Argh! Make conversation. Say something.
Excerpt (c) copyright 2014 Michelle M. Pillow
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Author Bio: Michelle M.
Pillow, Author of All Things Romance, is a multi-published, award winning
author writing in many romance fiction genres.
Ever since she can remember, she has had a strange fascination with
anything supernatural—ghosts, magical powers, and oh! vampires. After
discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the
supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of
a brain. She’s glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the
computer screen ever since.
Michelle loves to
travel and try new things, whether it's a paranormal investigation of an old
Vaudeville Theatre or climbing Mayan temples in Belize. She's addicted to
movies and used to drive her mother crazy while quoting random scenes with her
brother. Though it has yet to happen, her dream is to be in a horror movie as
1. A zombie or 2. The expendable screaming chick who gets it in the beginning
credits. But for the most part she can be found writing in her office with a
cup of coffee in pajama pants.
She loves to hear
from readers. They can contact her through her website: www.MichellePillow.com
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