Isn’t the cover beautiful? I love the mixture of colors and magic!
Without further ado, here is the blurb – think Druids in Victorian England…
A DARK, ENCHANTING TALE OF LOVE AND MAGIC IN VICTORIAN ENGLAND.
Brighid Legend has been on the run for over a year, hunted by the people who murdered her mother. Born a Druid with the power to control the elements, Brighid knows her pursuers will never stop until she is under their control. To escape detection, she struggles to hide her powers and finds safety in a small, out-of-the-way village. But after a series of mysterious accidents, she fears something sinister has invaded her new home. While she searches for the source of the trouble, suspicion falls on her, and Brighid flees, only steps ahead of the villagers seeking vengeance.
Wyatt Graystone, Earl of Castelline, retires when the life-and-death clandestine investigations he did for the Crown becomes more tedious than adventurous. Something vital is missing from his life. The last place he expects to find the missing spark is in a woman he literally leaps through fire to rescue from being burned at the stake. But the danger is far from over. To his frustration, the infernal woman adamantly refuses his assistance, pushing him away at every turn, when his only desire is to claim her for his own.
But someone has targeted Brighid for a reason. As the threats to her life intensify, Wyatt is determined to uncover her secrets and do whatever it takes to ensure she survives. When their pasts come back to haunt them, they must overcome their worst fears or risk losing everything. Saving her life is the biggest battle he’s ever faced…and the only one that has ever mattered.
Druid Surrender is now available at Amazon!
Please see below for a short excerpt on how Brighid managed to get herself captured and nearly burned at a stake for being a witch…
Torchlight shimmered through the trees as people drew nearer, the light threatening to steal the precious shadows concealing her.
A twig snapped much too close for her comfort. Brighid bit back a yelp and swiveled, frantically searching the trees for the ones determined to drag her to her death. The boogeyman was alive and well in these accursed woods, and baying at the moon for her blood.
Refusing to go meekly to her death, she pushed off the tree and promptly smacked into something hard, large and…goddess save her…human.
Brighid threw herself backwards, only to have strong hands seize her arms and hold her fast. She muffled her scream behind clenched lips, unable to afford drawing more attention.
One person she could evade, more would seal her fate.
She swung out wildly, and cursed when she only ended up hurting herself by slamming into a solid wall of muscle. She brought up her knee to drop him, but her skirts hampered the blow.
Panic clawed up her chest. She couldn’t allow herself to be trapped, or they’d use her as fodder for the flames.
Her head snapped up at the raspy sound of her name, and she stilled. A small kernel of hope seized her throat, and she swallowed hard around the lump. “Brin.”
Relief made her knees wobble, and she clutched at his forearms. “Thank heavens. You have to help me. The villagers believe me to be a witch. The men are building a pyre and plan to burn me at the stake.”
As the torches drew ever closer, she couldn’t tear her eyes from the hypnotizing, deadly flames.
She slowly backed away, trying to melt into the surrounding trees when muscular arms tightened around her. The first hint of unease skittered along her nerves. Dread slithered down her spine, and Brighid turned to face him. The complete lack of compassion nearly crippled her resolve. “Please, not you, too.”
“You and my sister were alone in the factory, and now she’s dead in her grave. Because of you.” The once-laughing eyes of her friend were as bitterly cold as the North Sea.
His indifference to her plight was almost more damning than his words, the blow striking down the last of her hope in one fell swoop. “You know me. You know I would never hurt anyone. Someone has been sabotaging the mill, laying the blame on me to cover their tracks. Your sister had proof. We met so she could show me, only someone else arrived first and silenced her. Those stairs didn’t collapse on their own. Someone killed her.” Brighid hated the plea in her voice, but she didn’t know how to pierce the thick wall of suspicion he wore like a cloak. He had to believe her. She’d never be able to escape without help. “Killing me won’t stop the accidents.”
“You cast a spell on her. My sister wanted to be strong and independent like you, and it cost her everything. Without your influence, she would still be alive.” His hold tightened, his arms threatening to crush the life out of her. Her fingers tingled, threatening to go numb from his unrelenting grip, and she knew she’d have bruises along her arms come morning.
If she lived that long.
“Brin.” Shock rooted her to the spot. His hatred leached the last of the warmth from her bones.
Frustration brought a rush of tears to her eyes, and she swallowed hard, pressing her lips together, refusing to let them fall. Her powers stirred deep in her bones, sensing the threat, and her breath stalled in her chest.
Holding back her powers was like battling the wind…impossible.
Voices drew closer and apprehension swelled through her, doing its best to strangle her. “I mourn the loss of your sister, but if you don’t release me right this instant, you’ll become nothing more than a murderer and you know it. Your sister would be ashamed of you.”
Silence thickened as he shot her a hesitant glance from the corner of his eye.
His arms gentled.
Surprise coursed through her, her rising powers slowly evaporated, and she pressed her forehead against his shoulder, relief leaving her giddy. “Thank heavens. For a moment, I feared—”
His shout dried the words on her lips.
“Don’t do this.” Her voice quivered as fear gnawed at her insides. She shoved at him in a blind panic, but his hold remained a most effective cage. Individual voices rang out in the unnatural silence. The chant of kill the witch echoed in the treetops, surrounding her until it was all she heard.
Nightmares of another time sank their claws into her mind. Her mother’s screams of agony, the smell of her singed hair and charred flesh thickened around her until her stomach gave an alarming lurch. She ruthlessly shoved the horrors of her past away, burying them deep in her mind where they belonged.
“Please! Think. You know me. I’m no witch!” The torchlight grew brighter, the villagers advancing much too fast. She watched the flames dancing through the trees in morbid fascination.
Flames that would soon scorch her skin.
Heat she could already feel nipping at her skirts.
She couldn’t have eluded the massacre at her school only to die here.
“B-Br-in.” Her teeth chattered, making her stutter. Desperation warred against resignation. The moment stretched as the villagers emerged from the forest like spiders crawling out of the darkness.
The finality of her fate settled hard on her shoulders.
A future that seemed almost predestined.
She did not want to die.
Power sizzled along her skin, eager to be unleashed. Only there were too many people. They were too spread out. She had to bide her time. For once in her life, her powers obeyed. Heat sputtered under her skin and slowly absorbed back into her body, biting along her flesh like a swarm of bees in retaliation for being denied, leaving her panting and shaky and utterly helpless when it vanished.
She turned and studied the determined, enraged faces of her executioners. Not one of them would step forward to stop this atrocity. She narrowed her eyes, scrambling to devise another plan. Her cousins were counting on her to stay alive and rescue them. Escape might be more difficult than it had been in the past, but she’d survived too much to surrender now.
If you enjoyed the excerpt and want to find out more, Druid Surrender is now available at Amazon! Wyatt and Brighid are the perfect couple. I hope you enjoy their story!