Title: The Highlander’s Secret
Author: Jennifer Siddoway
Genre: Historical Romance/Highland Romance
Publisher: Duncurra LLC
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Viking hordes have long plagued the northern coast of Scotland. After her village was massacred, Jain was adopted by the neighboring clan but is haunted by the ghosts of her past. She conceals a dark secret beneath her cool exterior, but inside burns a wild heart.
Viking hordes have long plagued the northern coast of Scotland. After her village was massacred, Jain was adopted by the neighboring clan but is haunted by the ghosts of her past. She conceals a dark secret beneath her cool exterior, but inside burns a wild heart.
Alan Gordon has the calloused hands of a blacksmith, but unlike the metal he hammers and molds, he would never aim to bend Jain to his will. He spent half a lifetime captivated by the red-haired beauty and vows to protect her and love her for the woman she is, but his resolve is tested when the truth of her past is revealed.
Jennifer is an author from Tallahassee, Florida.After receiving a degree in theatre from BYU and working as a scenic artist for twelve years, she changed careers to do what she really loves—writing. Jennifer believes that part of her job as an artist and story teller is to create a narrative that explores a fresh perspective and leaves the audience thinking.
When she’s not busy writing or burying her nose in a book, Jennifer enjoys doing medieval reenactment with her husband and two children.
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“What have ye got there, lass?”
As he held out his hand to her, the girl looked back at him with green, calculating eyes. It took a moment for the recognition to sink in, but eventually she handed him the metal trinket she was hiding.
When he took it from her, the girl cried and buried her face into the crook of her arm. Eamon glanced down to the pinnacular brooch and admired the intricately woven pattern. It was a maze of knotwork woven around two dragon heads, with one on either side. Eamon had never seen anything like it; the craftsmanship was beyond anything Scottish made. As he examined it more closely, Eamon brushed his finger across the carefully worked ridges before staring up at her in awe. “Where did ye get this, child?”
