Highland Captive is due for release in May 2011. This is the first in a four-book series. I'm working on the third book and it turned into two when I got a call from a producer who wants to make it into two movies. Who knew Adventurous Historical Romance was a movie category?

Tagline: Can a captive escape when love claims her heart?

Blurb:
English-born Lady Alera of Arundrydge is a procrastinating defender and nurturer with a secret gift. She wishes to avenge crimes against her family and find her father, who is missing and presumed dead. When a nefarious uncle hands her over to Viking slavers, she escapes only to be caught by a big, sexy barbarian, whose touch ignites passion.>>
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Laird Duncan Ranald has good reason to hate all things English. They nearly wiped out his clan. Discovering the luscious beauty who washed up on his shore and stoked his lust is English, he decides to keep her as his leaman for a little revenge.>>
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Realizing she’s his soul mate, Duncan decides to wed her, but Alera won’t cooperate. Escaping Duncan becomes nearly impossible for Alera as she helps his clan and he creeps into her heart. But if she stays, how will vengeance be had and what will become of her father?>>

Excerpt
Cocking her head, she peered at him. “Something about you seems familiar. Could we have met at King Henry’s court?”>>
“Never would I go to that Godforsaken place,” he gritted out. “And let me assure you, had we met, I wouldn’t have forgotten.”>>
She shrugged then brushed a hand over her cheek, pushing back her hair. A grimace crossed her features as her knuckles grazed a raw spot. “Though we are strangers, I will allow you to help me. Have you a name?”>>
“I am Duncan, Laird of Clan Ranald, and you do not allow me anything on my own land. I do as I please.” He looked away from her face and rubbed a hand over the tense muscles at his nape. His gaze landed on her legs. Long sleek legs attached to voluptuous hips. Legs that could wrap around a man in a sensual embrace and take him on a rapturous ride. Damn it all! He still wanted her. “How did you end up here half-naked?”>>
“I was stolen by Viking slavers,” she replied, refusing to meet his gaze.>>
“And obviously escaped them.” He watched her nervously glance about as if seeking divine intervention. An idea born of hatred seeded in his mind. A way to satisfy his lust and have a bit of revenge against the English. He would keep her, but not as his wife. Aye, she would be his leman. How much trouble could he expect from her people? “I suppose your husband will be fretting?”>>
“I have no husband.”>>
“Your father then?”>>
“My father is... believed dead.” A shiver of cold passed through Alera, the first one she had felt. She would surely die if she didn’t get warm soon. She was too tired to summon her demon. Oh Lord, no wonder he didn’t think her a lady. He had seen her rage. She had no choice but to beseech this barbarian for help. At lease he understood English. She didn’t know if she could carry on a decent Gaelic conversation in her current state. She hadn’t spoken the language since Mama died.>>
She lifted an apprehensive gaze then quickly looked away. She wasn’t about to look into his eyes. They were the most beautiful green she had ever seen – like a flawless summer meadow. But she would likely burst into flames from scorn if she held his gaze. “Will you help me please, Duncan? Will you take me home?”>>
A satisfied grin crossed his lips. “Aye, Alera. I’ll be taking you home.”>>