Hero of a Highland Wolf by Terry Spear (#giveaway)

Book Information

Author: Terry Spear
Release Date: August 5, 2014
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Genre: Paranormal Romance

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The MacQuarrie werewolf clan has overseen the Playfair family’s Ardmore Castle for three centuries. So when a Playfair granddaughter from abroad inherits the estate, clan chief Grant MacQuarrie has to train her to manage it—and he’s not happy about having her in his way. Until the prim old lady he’s expecting turns out to be a sexy young wolf…

Colleen Playfair is excited and apprehensive about her new role at the castle, and she has big plans to change the way its run. But the stubborn Grant won’t make things easy, and she’s forced to turn to seduction to get her way…


Grant always joked and played with his clansmen when they were through with their work for the day. Well, even while they worked. But being with Colleen here like this felt different. For a moment, he didn’t feel like he served as the manager of her estates while she was the owner and taskmaster. He felt like a man with a woman on a Sunday jaunt in the glen. Except she wasn’t just any woman. She was a she-wolf, her cute little arse jiggling ahead of him as he climbed the hill to join her.

When he reached the top, she was trying to catch her breath and swayed a little. He grabbed her arm, and he didn’t know what came over him. But suddenly he was looking down into her smiling face, as if she was smiling at him, and he wanted in the worst way to kiss her.

She didn’t pull away from him, either.

He shouldn’t kiss her, but damn, he wanted to.

Still breathing hard, her heart beating fast, she placed her hand on his chest. He expected her to push him away, but she didn’t. She just stood there looking up at him, waiting for him to do something. He breathed in her scent, all woman and…interested.

They stood high on top of the hill overlooking the glen, the water rushing by, the sheep grazing on the green grass across the burn, and white clouds passing overhead against the blue sky.

He still had hold of her arm, but then he released her, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her.

When his lips met hers, he knew he shouldn’t do this. He intended to make it sweet and unassuming, to quench some damnable need that he had to satisfy. He didn’t presume it would go anywhere, and he almost imagined it would be lame and unappealing—-after having built up the expectation that kissing that sweet mouth of hers would make his world spin and topple over. He hadn’t thought she’d crave the intimacy as much as he did. Yet when she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, she exhibited an eagerness that turned his world on end.

She was more than willing.

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 Author Bio

USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear has written over two dozen paranormal romance novels and medieval Highland historical romances. In 2008 HEART OF THE WOLF was named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world. She lives in Crawford, Texas.

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Tory’s Friday Ramblings (7/25/14

Can you believe this is the last weekend in July already?! And for those of you involved in the romance community, tomorrow night are the Golden Heart and RITA awards at the RWA Nationals. My awesome crit partner’s there and I’m trying to live vicariously through her. I love her occasional texts about the seminars she’s in.

On Children

I am a baaaaad mommy. Pixie and I were playing and I managed to pull a little too hard on her arm as I was pulling her out of the crevice she’d wedged herself into (claiming she was stuck, but she coulda gotten out if she wanted to with no problem…it’s a game). I spent a very bad night convinced I’d somehow sprained or broken my child, but per the doctor, it was another dislocated elbow. The girl’s joints are quite loose it seems. I didn’t do it the first time (it was at daycare almost a year ago), but I sure did this time. God, I feel like crap. I wounded my child. She’s playing up the after effects though. I guess she liked getting all the attention for the day.

Blondie…ahh, Blondie. She’s being a royal PITA when it comes to bedtime. She doesn’t like staying in her bedroom at all. We’ve actually moved locks around since the baby gate was useless so now when we put them in a timeout we can actually keep them in their rooms for a few minutes. Yeesh.

On Writing

OMG…I got my editorial letter back from Entangled on Locked. OMG OMG OMG. I’m going to be buried for a month or so as I rewrite the book. No, I’m not exaggerating. It needs to be character driven, not plot driven. Sigh. Oh well, I can do it and I will do it. I’ve already gotten unofficial word the same verdict is being rendered on Carved. BUT, strangely enough, from what I’ve written in Sealed, I actually shifted to writing a character-based story, rather than a plot-based one, so that one should be in much better shape.

On Work

My boss is going on vacation next week. Wooooooot!

On Hubby

Hehe. He really wants to buy a sports car when we get our next car, preferably a Dodge Challenger Hellcat (707 HP, blah blah blah).


He is currently working on buttering me up. I’ve been wanting a Kitchenaid Mixer for several years now and last Saturday he actually bought me one. Admitted it was all part of his plan, and has stated several times that if he gets his Challenger, I’ll likely get whatever I want for the rest of our lives (getting to go to conferences, shopping, etc.). Motivation indeed, especially since RWA Nationals will be in Orlando in 2017 and I would love to go without having to haul the entire family along for a Disney vacation.


Yup, that’s pretty much it for the week. Hope you’ll leave me a comment if you drop by. I never know if anyone’s reading. 🙂 Have a great weekend!

Tory’s Friday Ramblings (7/18/14)

It’s felt like an incredibly long week this week for some reason. Happy Friday all.

On Children

I am feeling terribly accomplished today! I managed, while drinking a bottle of wine (don’t judge…unless you have or have had toddler twin girls), to put the first of the girls’ beds together. Hubby tightened bolts and figured out where a couple of posts were wrong (stupid instructions), but I did the bulk of this:


We also played Musical Bedrooms once again. Blondie there and big brother switched rooms. We were trying (once again) to further separate the twins. In doing so we discovered something that both Hubby and I have at least somewhat suspected in the battle of the bedtime: Blondie, sweet, innocent, giggly little Blondie, is the primary instigator. We know this because last night, once there was an entire bedroom between the twins, Pixie went to sleep relatively quickly while Blondie continued to play and refuse to go to sleep.

On Writing

Not much to say here that I haven’t already. I may eventually self-publish my vampire series. I don’t know though. I just don’t want to give them up. And I’m starting to itch to write in that world again.

On Life

Finally my foot is definitely better. I’m able to walk all day (even go for 2+ mile walks) and not require pain medicine though it will still ache.


I watched the finale of 24: Live Another Day this Monday. SPOILER ALERT There was so much to love in this abbreviated season. I was so sad when Audrey died. And when Jack found out, the moment where he almost decided to end it all (you knew he wouldn’t, but Keifer imbued the moment of consideration with such…gravitas I guess…you could believe he might). But for me, the moment of ultimate incredibleness…was President Heller as he was watching Audrey’s coffin loaded onto Air Force One. He’s suffering the early stages of Alzheimer’s, and he says to England’s Prime Minister: “I’m not going to remember my daughter died such a horrible death. I’m not going to remember any thing.” It was just such an incredible moment for some reason. His sorrow and yet somehow almost relief at the notion of not having to remember his daughter’s murder…William Devane was spectacular as President Heller.

In Conclusion

So, that’s it. Not much going on this week. Hope you have a great weekend.


Entangled Select’s Release Day Blast (#giveaway)

Whether you’re looking for a romance that makes you laugh, makes you ‘walk the plank’, keeps you guessing, or stars your favorite paranormal, look no further. Select books have the single-title stories you crave, and the longer length you need to really get ‘lost’ in a great book. To find out more about their titles, chat with authors, participate in special events, and to find out what books are coming next, visit the Entangled website, follow them on Twitter, and like their Facebook page.

Today I’m happy to be featuring Select’s July’s releases:



A Lesson in Temptation by Audra North

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Adam Harkness pulled himself out of poverty to become one of the world’s most respected finance professors, but his personal life is non-existent. When he gets roped into a dance class, of all things, he doesn’t expect it to change his life. Julie Stanton’s hard work has paid off with her career, but finding the same happiness in the rest of her life is a challenge. When her former professor, the one she had a crush on in college, shows up at the same dance class, their tango becomes more than a dance; it becomes a lesson in how to love.



One Night in Buenos Aires by Amanda K Byrne

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When best friends Drea and Joe head to Buenos Aires, a mix-up leaves them in one room…and in one bed. The two friends figure it won’t be a big deal to share a bed for one night—right up until they wake wrapped around each other. They protect their friendship by agreeing that when the vacation’s over, the fling’s over. But Joe discovers Drea might be everything he’s ever wanted. Now all he has to do is convince her that what happens in Buenos Aires doesn’t always have to stay in Buenos Aires.

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Tory’s Friday Ramblings (7/11/14)

Happy Friday everyone. Have you missed me? There’s a variety of reasons for my absence (trying to be uber quiet to not wake up the twins, nothing much to talk about, etc.). But I couldn’t leave you alone for a second Friday in a row. I know that would be devastating.

On Children

Let’s just say I discovered how seriously the schools take sexual harassment these days when it comes to the Shrimp and leave it at that, shall we? Personally, I balk at calling what happened sexual harassment, but it was definitely inappropriate what he did (there was a girl and another boy involved) and we’re dealing with it. But he’s still my darling little boy:

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We have finally split the girls up officially. Blondie’s moved into the playroom and Pixie’s still in their original room. This does not always mean Blondie stays in the playroom (now her room):

2014-07-09 04.52.11Yes, that is her, fast asleep, on the floor of the kitchen. She didn’t move at all, not when I poured either cup of coffee or got Pixie’s baggie of cereal. It took sprinkling water on her during the coffee-making-session for Daddy before she finally deigned to wake up.

We’re in the process of buying new beds for them. This is the bed we’ve chosen:

BedNow if only the rooms would look so pretty. Heh. Still, it’s attractive and they’ll be able to use them for many years yet to come. Blondie especially will be happy with that, given she’s such a freakin’ girly girl. My BFF was up on the 4th and she totally agrees that Blondie is a girly girl and princess. Heh. Then there’s rough and tumble Pixie who never stops. Hehe.

On Writing

Movin’ movin’ movin’… As you can see, Sealed is moving along nicely. Still waiting on Edits for Locked. Finally sent in Carved to see if Entangled’ll pick it up.

On Life

Yeah, still a klutz. No new accidents but still hurting from the one I wrote about 2 weeks ago. Like taking tramadol because it hurts so bad when I’m walking on it bad.

Reading up a storm. I’m going to to give a shout-out to a fantastic sci-fi military series I devoured over the past 8 days: Ark Royal by Christopher G. Nuttall:

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Self-published with some typos (nothing extreme, surprisingly enough) and very British-oriented spelling of stuff. However, OMG, I LOVED this series. There aren’t many self-pubbed authors I would gulp down the way I did Nuttall’s. Best part is he offers large chunks of his books on his website to give you a good feel for his writing before you buy (which is why I tried him – I got the sample and couldn’t put it down). You can find him HERE!


That’s pretty much it. Hope you’re still with me and I’ll try to start posting reviews again shortly.

Have a great weekend.




The Captive by Grace Burrowes Release Day Blitz (#giveaway #contest)

Well, I’m incredibly excited to be able to take part in the release of Grace Burrowes’ next awesome book, The Captive.


Captured and tortured by the French, Christian Severn, Duke of Mercia, survives by vowing to take revenge on his tormentors. Before the duke can pursue his version of justice, Gillian, Countess of Greendale, reminds him that his small daughter has suffered much in his absence, and needs her papa desperately.
Gilly endured her difficult marriage by avoiding confrontation and keeping peace at any cost. Christian’s devotion to his daughter and his kindness toward Gilly give her hope that she could enjoy a future with him, for surely he of all men shares her loathing for violence in any form. Little does Gilly know, the battle for Christian’s heart is only beginning.


The countess brought Christian’s hand up, holding the back of it against the extraordinary softness of her cheek. Until he’d taken liberties with her in the library, he’d forgotten how wonderfully, startlingly soft a woman’s cheek could be. As soft as sunshine and summer rain, as soft as the quiet of the English countryside.
“Shall we sit?” he asked, though she’d likely release his hand if they sat. He was a widower, though, and she ought not to begrudge him simple human contact when he’d been so recently bereaved.
She let him lead her to a shaded bench near the roses, the morning air faintly redolent of their perfume. When Christian seated her, the countess kept his damaged hand in hers.
“I was not allowed to garden at Greendale,” she said, fingers drifting over his knuckles. “The estate had gardens, because his lordship would not be seen to neglect his acres, but I was forbidden to walk them, or to dig about in the good English soil, or to consult with the gardeners regarding the designs and plantings.”
Based on the studied casualness of her tone, this prohibition had been irksome.
“You are free to garden here all you like,” Christian said. “I ask only that you not disturb my mother’s roses.”
“They are lovely.”
“She was lovely.”
Another silence, while Christian became aware of his surroundings beyond the small hand holding his. The roses were in their early summer glory, and why Polite Society insisted on staying in Town through most of June was incomprehensible, when the alternative was the English countryside. The sunshine was a perfectly weighted beneficence on his cheek, the scent of the gardens heavenly, and the entire morning aurally gilded with the fluting chorus of songbirds.
He wanted to kiss the lady beside him again, not in thanks, not as a good-night benediction, but for the sheer pleasure of the undertaking.

Author Awesomeness

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Grace Burrowes’ bestsellers include The Heir, The Soldier, Lady Maggie’s Secret Scandal, Lady Sophie’s Christmas Wish and Lady Eve’s Indiscretion. Her Regency romances have received extensive praise, including starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Booklist. Grace is branching out into short stories and Scotland-set Victorian romance with Sourcebooks. She is a practicing family law attorney and lives in rural Maryland.

Quick Review

Wow. I’m known for being sometimes hit or miss on Ms. Burrowes’ work, but this was a definite hit for me. I loved the interplay between Christian and Gilly, the desperate healing that both needed at the juncture of their lives that brought them together. I fell in love with Christian, and was fascinated by the semi-villain of the piece and the truth of what lay behind his actions.

Absolutely 5-gargoyle rating for this book. Check it out people!