Beth is celebrating her new release and wanted to share some of her joy with all of us. And might I start off with a big thumbs up on this cover. It's lovely!
Thanks for having me on your lovely blog, Catherine, to share my new historical romance novel, Kira, Daughter of the Moon. The third in my colonial frontier series, the story follows award-winning novels Through the Fire and Red Bird’s Song. Though written to stand alone, Kira, Daughter of the Moon is the long-awaited sequel to Through the Fire and features strong secondary characters introduced in that novel, with the addition of the very unique heroine, Kira, and other characters. The story builds on the conflict between Scots-Irish settlers, the Shawnee Indians, and British mandates regarding the return of white captives depicted in Red Bird’s Song. But back to ‘Kira.’
Can a beautiful Scots-Irish healer suspected of witchcraft and a renegade white warrior find love together and avoid the hangman’s noose in the Virginia Colonial frontier?
It’s a tough match with the terror of the French and Indian War still fresh in Kira’s mind, and a badass enemy and his cronies after Logan. That Logan’s old nemesis also desires Kira only makes matters that much more complicated. But if any man is equal to the challenge, it’s Logan, and Kira has a few secret weapons of her own.
Logan McCutcheon returns to colonial Virginia after seven years in the hands of Shawnee Indians. But was he really a captive, as everybody thinks? He looks and fights like a warrior, and seems eager to return to those he calls friends and family.
Kira McClure has waited for Logan all those years, passing herself off as odd to keep suitors at bay––and anyone else from getting too close. Now that he's back, he seems to be the only person capable of protecting her from the advances of Josiah Campbell and accusations of witchcraft. And to defend the settlers against a well-organized band of murderous thieves.
“My secret in exchange for yours.”
Tantalizing. He was drawing her into his snare, but she couldn’t resist asking, “How do you know I’ve a secret?”
“To begin with, you’re hiding in a tree. What from, a wild beast?”
“Near enough. You.”
He smiled. “Was I to think you a large red bird, or overlook you entirely?”
Drawing her remaining shreds of dignity around her like a mantle, she said, “This isn’t one of my best hiding places.”
“Indeed? Where are the others?”
“That would be telling.”
The strengthening breeze tossed the branches around them as he considered. “You never could keep secrets from me, Cricket. I’ll discover them and you.”
An assertion she found both disturbing and oddly heartening.
His lips curved as if the deed were already done. “Why were you hiding? Am I so very frightening?”
“Oh––I feared you were some sort of warrior.”
The humor faded from his eyes. “I am.”
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