RELEASE EVENT~FORGED IN DREAMS AND MAGICK by Kat Bastion
Title: Forged in Dreams and Magick (Highland Legends, #1)
Author: Kat Bastion
Release date: September 23, 2013
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Paranormal Romance / Time Travel
Event organized by: AToMR Tours; http://atomrbookblogtours.com
Book Description:
Isobel MacInnes wakes up in present-day California, lunches in medieval Scotland, and by ten days’ end, falls in love with a man and his country, only to lose them in a heart-wrenching twist of fate . . .
Found in the arms of her second soul mate . . .
Forced to balance the delicate strands of time between two millennia . . .
Shocked by revelations rewriting the very foundations of history . . . of everything.
Isobel, a rising-star archaeology student, is dropped into two ancient worlds without warning . . . or her permission. Her fiery spirit resists the dependency thrust upon her. Amid frustration at her lack of control, she helplessly falls in love. Twice.
She struggles to adjust to the unimaginable demands of two leaders of men—a laird in the thirteenth-century Highlands and a Pict chieftain in a more ancient Scotland. Isobel transforms from an academic, hell-bent on obtaining archaeological recognition, to a woman striving to care for those she loves, and ultimately . . . into a fearless warrior risking everything to protect them.
The Heroes of Forged in Dreams and Magick by Kat Bastion
Iain Brodie ~ No ordinary Highland laird, the towering hazel-eyed, chestnut-haired warrior exhibits a blend of twenty-first-century and thirteenth-century wisdom, wit, and charm. A strategist in politics, war, and family, he loves Isobel with unparalleled passion, fearlessly expressing the depth and strength of his emotions.
Alpha-male Iain has grown accustomed to getting what he wants, therefore her struggles greatly with the circumstances surrounding Isobel’s time travel, including the reluctant acceptance of having to share his woman with another man. His difficult transformation from overbearing to understanding, and ultimately needing to make Isobel whole, helps us fall in love with him.
Unknown Fact: Iain first appeared in the modern-day Highlands at age five wearing only the Brodie clan plaid and his mother’s brooch. He was immediately adopted by an older Highland couple with no children of their own. They celebrated the day as his only birthday, which kept his memories of early childhood vivid. Until Iain’s return back in time with Isobel, modern-day Iain visited their graves every “birthday” to pay tribute to those he’d gained and those he’d lost.
Velloc ~ The sleekly built, dark-featured, blue-tattooed Pict chieftain takes what he wants, primal need and inherent right governing his actions. However, fierce emotion and philosophical logic rule the man beneath, capturing Isobel’s heart before she has a chance to safeguard it.
Attuned to his animal nature and living in harmony with the environment, Velloc is the perfect instructor on Pict traditions. His open-mindedness enables Isobel’s quick assimilation into their culture and language. Impressed by her unrelenting determination, he grants her unusual request for warrior training. But when the unexpected time comes to let her go, his possessiveness threatens to overtake his generosity.
Unknown Fact: When Velloc reveals to Isobel the loss of his first mate, he chooses not to explain the circumstances of the tragedy: that she died during childbirth along with their first child, a son. Isobel is his second chance at love and family, a bright future for a chieftain and his tribe.
The Heroine of Forged in Dreams and Magick by Kat Bastion
Isobel MacInnes is a grad-student archaeologist who thinks she discovers a career-changing artifact that irrevocably changes her life instead, throwing her back in time with a self-assured Highlander who’d both befriended and pursued her.
A tenacious character from the beginning, Isobel’s greatest flaw is her arrogant belief in the control she has over her destiny. The Universe catapults her into one extraordinary situation after another, testing her in ways she’d never imagined, forcing her to overcome adversity with a newfound inner strength.
On an unexpected, action-packed adventure through two millennia, her odyssey becomes an invaluable journey of self-discovery when she realizes it’s not what she learns along the way, but how hard she loves, that matters most.
About the Author
Kat Bastion is an award-winning paranormal romance writer, poetic warrior, and eternal optimist who loves getting lost in the beauty of nature.
On a never-ending, wondrous path of self-discovery, Kat throws her characters into incredible situations with the hope that readers join her in learning more about the meaning of life and love.
Her first published work, Utterly Loved, was shared with the world to benefit others. All proceeds from Utterly Loved, and a portion of the proceeds of all her other books, support charities who help those lost in this world.
Kat lives with her husband amid the beautiful Sonoran Desert of Arizona.
Visit her blog at www.talktotheshoe.com,
her website at www.katbastion.com,
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Visit her blog at www.talktotheshoe.com,
her website at www.katbastion.com,
Facebook athttps://www.facebook.com/
her Twitter account at https://twitter.com/
EVENT GIVEAWAY
(5) Signed Paperback Copies of Forged in Dreams and Magick
(5) eBook copies of Forged in Dreams and Magick
(1) Pandora sterling silver Happily Ever After charm with a Pandora sterling silver bracelet.
Excerpt from Forged in Dream and Magick
His hazel-green eyes gazed into mine for the longest time. Tears of joy blurred my vision at the incredible sight of his handsome face, the intoxicating scent of him, that rough Scottish brogue teasing my ears. I raised my hand, touching his cheek. I needed tactile proof that he was real and not just another vivid fantasy. He leaned into my touch, closed his eyes, and turned his head, trailing butterfly kisses from my palm to my fingertips.
The reality of Iain, flesh and bone, became my undoing. I burst up from the bed, assaulting his lips in a hard kiss, throwing my hands around his neck.
Every troublesome thought melted away like mud washed downstream in a cleansing rain as I held Iain in my arms again. Words escaped me. I couldn’t stop touching him. Frantic hands and hungry lips roamed everywhere—through his hair, across his jaw, to his ear, down his neck. My hot pursuit of every inch of his flesh was hampered only by his clothing and all of the ravenous attention he paid to me in kind.
I had to devour him. After days and weeks of not knowing for certain if I’d ever see him again, the need to physically touch the very thing I couldn’t for so long consumed me. Iain’s rough, urgent handling of my body told me he felt the same. We both needed a hard pinch to confirm the second chance we had didn’t dissipate into the wispy tendrils of a dream.
He bit my shoulder playfully and licked the mark he left. His short nails dug into my ass as he pulled me against his body, dipping his mouth to my breast. I cried out as he sucked my nipple, scraping it across the edges of his teeth, into his mouth. He growled, and his pure male satisfaction vibrated through me.
We tore his clothes off, literally. Iain ripped his shirt at the collar, yanking it over his head. My impatient hands unraveled his plaid. He grabbed the blankets in his fist and launched them across the room as he climbed between my legs. The cool air rushed goose bumps across my exposed skin as his every heated touch soothed me.
Iain paused.
Time stopped.
Firelight illuminated him from behind, igniting the ends of his chestnut hair into a halo around his head. He knelt between my thighs. Shadows darkened a face that beheld me in utter wonder as his gaze slowly traveled up my body with adoration. My chest rose and fell. His shaking hand touched the outside of my knee and skimmed up to my hip as he leaned forward.
“Isa . . .” The endearment fell from his lips in whispered reverence.
I sighed, drinking in his muscular beauty as the magnificent warrior stripped himself down to a mere mortal man, baring the incredible tenderness he felt deep inside for his woman. For me.
He lowered his head, placing a gentle kiss over my navel, and my stomach quivered. He trailed fingertips along my sides as he moved with methodic sensuality up my body.
“So . . .” He dropped another soft kiss on my ribs. “Damn . . .” He nipped between my breasts as I closed my eyes, arching up into the teasing touch of his lips. “Beautiful.” I smiled as he spoke the modern word in his thick brogue.
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