When Colleen, one of the healers in Wolf’s keep, is threatened, she tries to convey her fears to the lairds.Coming from Rolland’s clan, he sent his trusted elite guard, Michael, to protect her.
No one will believe that Michael doesn’t have her best interests at heart until he savagely beats her in public and attempts to burn her at the stake, labeling her as a witch.
Rolland, luckily, arrives in time to save her. Returning with her to his own keep to heal, the two finally admit their long-time love for each other and make plans to begin a life together, even though there are times when Rolland must take her in hand, for her own safety.
However, they soon realize that neither Colleen or her elderly mother are safe. Someone still wants her dead. But, who is it? Surely, it cannot be another of Rolland’s trusted men, can it?
Publisher’s Note: A follow up to Amanda’s Wolf, Colleen’s Laird contains a love story full of sexual scenes and stern punishments. Please do not bother to buy it, if this type of romance offends you.
Colleen squealed when his rough fingers found her pleasure button, lifting off the bed again. Rolland could feel her moisture and he stuck two fingers into her core. She felt tight, wet, burning hot. He crawled between her knees. Slowly, he entered her wet heat, oh, so slowly so as not to hurt her any more than necessary. The pleasure built to an unbearable pitch.
She moaned. “Please, Rolland, please do something.”
Rolland chuckled. “What should I do, little healer, what do you need from me?”
Colleen moaned, rolling back and forth, almost pitching Rolland off.
“I do not know but something inside of me wants to come out.”
Rolland chuckled again, pushing in and out with more force.
“Come with me, little healer, come with me now,” he roared, while she flew over the edge.
A prickling started up her spine, something was not right. She looked up to see the curtains billowing slightly in the breeze. The window was open slightly. Fear froze her, as she saw fingers slowly drawing the curtains aside. Her brain screamed run. But her feet wouldn’t move. Terror had her in its grip, she couldn’t scream or think, her heart pounding in her chest, as the curtain was finally pulled all the way back to reveal a peasant in ragged clothes.
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I have been writing since my children were toddlers. I wrote fairy tales for them. Writing for others is a dream come true for me. I never thought I would see myself where I am now.
Do you listen to music while you write?
No, I need it to be very quiet. I get days off during the week and my husband doesn’t. So I write every day he goes to work and I don’t.
What do you love most about books?
I love losing myself in the story
Who are some of your favorite authors?
Kathleen Woodiwiss and Christine Feehan. I started reading Kathleen’s flame and the flower and fell in love. I have read every one of the Carpathian books in the dark series by Christine Feehan. I love them all.
Do you like to outline or just dive right in when writing?
I start out with an outline but rarely follow it. My stories always seem to take on a life of their own.
If you could travel anywhere in the world where would you go?
Ireland, it is so rich in history.
Do you have any hobbies?
I write, garden, read, Work outside the home running robots in a glass factory, keep house, I love to cook and can vegetables. I spend one weekend a month with my youngest two grandchildren. Whewwww. That’s it.
Tea or coffee?
Coffee always. You don’t want to be around me in the morning until I have had my first cup of coffee.