The first of my sister's by choice series releases from Champagne Books in May 2011. For those who have read Highland Treasure, this is Hope's niece.
Here's an unedited 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. >>
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.>>
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 she gain vengeance and what will become of her father?>>

And an unedited excerpt:
The lass didn’t know when to give in gracefully. He had waited five days for her to make her move and she hadn’t disappointed him.>>
He would give her credit for grit though. She would be lucky if she didn’t break her fool neck. The lass had tied gowns together into a long rope and shimmied out his chamber window. She banged herself into the side of the keep a few times and released a few curses that would make his warriors blush. But the lass held on to her tow. >>
Her feet landed on the ground and Duncan backed into some shrubbery. He would follow her in stealth and scare her out of this foolishness. The night sky lent her just enough light to find the stables, bridle a horse, and set off. He grinned. The lass had picked his faithful stallion.>>
He would have to settle on embarrassing the lass though. He didn’t have the heart to scare her. After all, she had more spirit than any woman he had ever met. He would just have to direct her merits toward his own ends.>>
He honestly couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t wed him. He’s been chased by enough women from both Clan Ranald and his allies to know he was considered a worthy catch. He had no doubt Alera would change her mind soon enough. Until that time, he had no intention of either letting her get away or living as a monk.>>
As she reached the base of the hill, his shrill whistle sliced the night. Rufus perked up, spun around, and trotted up the hill. For such a proper lady, the lass released one vicious curse. Her efforts were futile, but she jumped from the horse anyway. Her spine rigid, she limped back down the mountain. >>
Duncan shook his head. He liked women with backbone and here was one with more than her share. He mounted Rufus and rode down to her. She blatantly ignored him. He leaned down, grabbed her from behind, and hauled her upon his lap. “You should have told me that you like moonlight rides, Alera. I would have joined you.”>>
She jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow. “I prefer solitude at night.”>>
“Ah,” he purred in her ear and her body shivered against him. “I cannot let you ride alone now that I know you have so much trouble keeping your delectable seat upon a mount. ‘Twould be careless of me to let you injure yourself, especially since your week is up in two days.”>>
With a gloating chuckle, he tightened his embrace and carried her back to his chamber. She fought like a tigress as he undressed her. Even gave him the scratches and bite marks to prove it. His chuckles probably added to her fury, but she was glorious in the emotion. His cock swelled in anticipation of a battle of the sexes.>>
He removed his plaid, slid into bed, and pulled her against him. She bit his arm and tried to push away. He pulled her flush against him to still her movements. “If you had any sense at all, lass, you would realize your struggles do naught but feed my lust. I would be glad to end your week now.”>>
Nudging his arousal against her belly halted her struggles. She lay in his embrace stiff as a board. “Why do you not go sleep with your horse like a good barbarian should? I hate you.”>>
“Ack, lass, but hate can be hard to hold onto. I know. I used to hate all the English.”>>
“And I suppose you do not now,” she said snidely. “What changed your mind?”>>
“I caught one.”>>