Sunday Snippet: Tiger’s Claim by Kenna McKay #shifters #PNR

“She has something to tell you. Do you no’, lass?” Maddock said, prodding her closer to Brochan.

Fenella looked miserable as she twisted the skirt of her dress in her hands. “Iona isnae comin’.”

Brochan’s eyebrows lifted to his hairline. “What do you mean she isnae comin’? We were to be wed a half hour past.”

Fenella cast a glance around before moving closer. She leaned in until her lips brushed his ear, making him grow even warmer. Her voice was soft as she whispered in his ear, the soft puff of her breath wreaking havoc on him.

“She isnae comin’,” Fenella whispered. “She’s run off with a businessman from Glasgow.”

Brochan leaned back and looked down at her, thinking the lass surely must be jesting. Where in the hell would Iona have met a man from Glasgow? It wasn’t like she travelled any further than the neighboring town. And if she’d run off with him, did that mean she’d been seeing him secretly this entire time?

“I know she didnae want to hurt you, Brochan, but she said she fell in love and didnae know how to break things off with you. She’s held it all in until this morning. She left an hour ago.”

“If you’ve known for an hour, lass, why didnae you come and tell me before I stood down here waiting like a bampot? I’ve been made a fool by the entire town, and it could have been avoided if you’d spoken up sooner. People will be laughing about this for ages.”

Her cheeks flushed. “I didnae mean any harm, Brochan. I was scared to tell you, truth be told. I didnae want to be the bearer of bad tidings on your wedding day, or what was supposed to be your wedding day. I know Iona didnae mean any harm, but she had to follow her heart. You can understand that, right? I mean, you’d do the same if your roles were reversed?”

Not hardly. If he were to claim the woman he’d always wanted, he’d have to take Fenella as his wife, and that was never going to happen. Just because taking a younger bride had worked out well for Alasdair, his alpha, it didn’t mean it would work out well for Brochan too. But Christ! He loved the lass more than his next breath and always had. He’d run off more of her boyfriends than he could count, always threatening to rip them to shreds if they darkened her door again. He might not be able to claim her for himself, but that didn’t mean he wanted someone else to have her.

His gaze took in the hungry onlookers, each of them hanging on their every word. Bunch of vultures. They would gossip over this moment for days. Weeks. Hell, possibly months or longer. If Iona were present, he’d wring her neck for putting him in his position. Blowing out a breath, he calmed himself before his beast could rise to the surface. The last thing he needed was to shift in the middle of the church, especially after Fergus’ lapse in judgment not too long ago.

“It’s no’ your fault, Fenella. This is between Iona and me, and she was just too chicken shit to come forward and talk to me herself. You donae need to fret over it. What’s done is done. It’s no’ like you can bring her back, and even if you could, I wouldnae marry her now for all the money in the world. She’s made her bed, let her lie in it.”

Fenella nodded and reached for him, but he held himself stiff and refused to succumb to her charms. If he took her in his arms, it would all be over. With his current state of mind, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back. He wouldn’t mean to do it, but he’d claim her for certain. There were worse things, he supposed, than living the rest of his life with the woman he loved, but he didn’t want to condemn her to a life of secrecy. She deserved a man who didn’t have to hide his true nature, and children who wouldn’t turn into tigers. If she married him, her life would be one big lie.

That had been fine for Iona, except that she hadn’t known what he was. He’d thought to tell her after the ceremony but before he claimed her. Not that it was a sound plan because so much could have gone wrong, but it was a moot point now. Iona would never learn his secret; he’d never claim her; and now that she was gone, he no longer had a reason to be around Fenella. That was both a blessing and a curse. He’d no longer have to hide how he felt about the young lass, but at the same time, being around her was like feeling the sun on your face. He’d miss that.

“You should go home, lass,” he told her. “I’ll let everyone know there willnae be a wedding today, or any day.”

“Are you sure you donae want me to stay?” she asked uncertainly. “Most of these people are my friends and family. They might take the news better from me.”

“I’ll be fine, lass.”

She nodded and hesitantly walked back up the aisle. When she was out of sight, Brochan heaved a sigh and faced the gathered men, women, and children who were waiting for a wedding that would never take place. God give him strength, because all he wanted to do right now was go get shit faced somewhere until the humiliation was over. No one left Brochan Kinley! Well, until now. He felt the sting of Iona’s rejection, even if he had been doubting their suitability just moments before she’d stood him up. It was the way she’d done it that rankled. If she’d come to him before now, let him know she was having doubts, that she’d met someone else, then he’d have happily walked away and left her to her life. But no, she had to jilt him at the altar. Bitch.

“You’re probably wonderin’ about the delay in the wedding,” Brochan said in a loud voice. “Well, there isnae going to be a wedding. It seems the bride has found herself another groom. Unfortunately, she forgot to tell the rest of us.”

 

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Throwback Thursday – Macleod’s Baby by Kenna McKay #Higlands #PNR #romancebooks #TBT

Series: Highland Shifter Tales
Publisher: Coastal Escape Publishing
Genres: Highland Romance/Paranormal Romance

Tiger shifter Alasdair Macleod is alpha of his ambush and clan chief of the Macleod clan. At forty, he’s given up on finding his mate. He’s had his share of willing females, but finds them all to be grasping, greedy bitches who are willing to do anything to claim a place in the alpha’s bed.

Kenzy Ross thought her boyfriend, Evan Macleod, had skipped out on her, but then she discovers that he’s passed away. Things are about as bad for Kenzy as they can get. She’s eight months pregnant, has lost her job, and has now been tossed out of her home. What else could possibly go wrong?

When Alasdair tracks down Kenzy, he intends to give her a piece of his mind, warn her away from the Clan Macleod, but one look into her troubled eyes and his tiger wants to roll over and purr for her. She’s more trouble than he bargained for, but he can’t very well leave her to live in her car.

Will something that starts as an act of heroism turn into something more? 

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About the Author

Kenna McKay is a lover of all things Scottish—especially men in kilts! There’s just something sexy about Scotsmen. The Scottish burr, perhaps? Their rugged good looks? Maybe it’s not just one thing, but everything combined into one mouthwatering package.

Kenna didn’t start out wanting to be a writer, but she’s loved the written word for as long as she can remember. Writing stories from a young age, it wasn’t until 2014 that she decided she wanted to be a published author.

Kenna loves to interact with her fans! You can find her on Twitter and Facebook!

 

SPOTLIGHT: The Highlander’s Temptress

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Lachlan Macleod, cousin to the alpha and ambush historian, is not prepared for where the road will take him when he’s sent on a journey to break a curse. When he confronts a witch with a nasty temper, the last thing he expected to find was his mate, but he can’t deny the pull he feels for the temptress.

Kyla Acheson is not all that she seems. Part witch and part shifter, she doesn’t completely belong in either world. Until he walks through her door. The moment Kyla sees Lachlan, she knows her life is about to change. With the intent of forcing him to mate claim her, she gives herself to him with wild abandon, but come morning, it’s Lachlan who will have the last laugh.

Left with more than just the memory of her incredible lover, Kyla is left in a vulnerable position. When she’s run out of town, she can’t think of anywhere to go except straight to Lachlan. But will the tiger welcome her with open arms, or turn from her once more?

 This title is available for Free with Kindle Unlimited!

EXCERPT

Kyla Acheson channeled her fury into the storm brewing outside of her small cottage. She’d been a fool, but she’d thought herself in love. She’d had boyfriends over the years, of course, but she’d never let anyone get close until him. And what had he done? Tossed her aside for an arranged marriage within the skulk. Her pride smarted more than anything she supposed. She’d known there was a chance he’d follow through with the arrangement, but she’d held out hope that he loved her enough to break the contract.

She shrieked while her hands clenched at her sides, as thunder rolled and lightning flashed. Kyla was working up a good curse to hurl at the unsuspecting fool when her door nearly shattered from the force of a large, hulking man barreling through it. He let out a stream of curses as he slammed the door shut. Kyla’s fingers twitched with power as she thought about zapping him, but when he turned to face her, she momentarily forgot her anger.

“Who are you?” she asked, taking him in from the worn tips of his boots, up his soaked kilt, across the broad expanse of his chest, and finally settling on his startling gaze.

He swiped at the wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead and glowered at her. “Are you responsible for that mess out there?”

She tipped her chin up a notch. “I am.”

“About done with your temper tantrum?”

Her jaw slackened. No one had dared speak to her like that in all her life! Most feared her power, and with the exception of the young fool who tossed her aside, they treated her with a healthy dose of respect. Men didn’t just charge into her home and take her to task for losing her temper; it just wasn’t done.

“What right do you have to make demands of me?” she snapped.

He gave her a mock bow. “Lachlan Macleod at your service. I’ve come in hopes you might be of assistance to my ambush.”

Her eyebrows winged up. “A tiger? You’re a tiger shifter?”

He gave her a mocking smile. “Did you think I was something a wee bit smaller?”

Of their own volition, her eyes dropped to his kilt. No, he definitely wasn’t small, in any manner. And if the lifting of his kilt was any indication, he found her attractive, despite the storm and her sharp tongue. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage? If he could help her save face with the skulk…

“I’ll help you with one condition,” she said.

“My alpha has authorized me to give you anything you want. Do you want me to bash a few foxes in the head before we leave town? I’m assuming they’re the reason for the storm outside.”

“There are more ways to win a war than by brute force.” She smiled and sauntered closer, reaching out to caress his damp chest with her fingertips.

He narrowed his eyes. “I donae ken.”

“It’s obvious you like me.” She licked her lips and dropped her gaze before looking him in the eyes again. “You have the wild look of an unmated male. Wouldnae your life be better if you were more…settled?”

He folded his arms over his chest, forcing her back a step. “Are you offering to find me a mate?”

“Oh, I’m offering you something much, much better.” She smiled broadly. “Me.”

His gaze caressed her from head to toe then back up, stopping on her breasts for a moment. A purr rumbled out of him and he advanced, snaking an arm around her waist and bringing her up tight against his hard body. And he was definitely hard in all the right places. Oh, the fun she could have with him!

“No’ that I donae find you attractive, but why would a lass such as yourself wish to tumble into bed with me?”

She licked her lips, went up on tiptoe, and nearly brushed his lips with her own. Her gaze fastened on his. “You misunderstood, Highlander. I wasnae offering a quick tumble.”

He gave her a lecherous smile before tightening his grip on her. “Aye, I ken. You want it nice and slow. I can do that.”

Before she could protest and demand that he take her as his mate, he was kissing her, his mouth harsh and demanding. The kiss was deep and delicious, a kiss she felt from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He was fierce and passionate, leaving her weak-kneed and wanting more. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. There was a stirring inside her; a yearning deep inside that Kyla had never felt before. Being in the tiger’s arms was making her stomach flip and her heart race. With her body heating from the inside out, she clutched at his shoulders and silently begged him to never stop.

 

About the Author

Kenna McKay is a lover of all things Scottish—especially men in kilts! There’s just something sexy about Scotsmen. The Scottish burr, perhaps? Their rugged good looks? Maybe it’s not just one thing, but everything combined into one mouthwatering package.

Kenna didn’t start out wanting to be a writer, but she’s loved the written word for as long as she can remember. Writing stories from a young age, it wasn’t until 2014 that she decided she wanted to be a published author.

Kenna loves to interact with her fans!

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