Friday, April 27, 2012

The Witch's Stone is Out Today

Woohoo! It's the big day. The Witch's Stone is out. Here the blurb and an excerpt...

A devastating tragedy cost history professor Hillary Bennett her job and her marriage. Desperate to rebuild her life, she travels to the quaint Scottish village of Culcraig to research a legend and salvage her career. But when she arrives, she finds her hostess dead and her hopes for the future pinned to the woman's black sheep heir—Caid Douglas.

The last thing Caid needs is a decrepit manor house to remind him of his estranged family, but he does need the money selling the house would bring to pay off his debts. When haunted, down-on-her-luck Hillary offers to pay him to stay at Glendon House and view his great grandfather's journals, he sees a way out of his mess.

But Glendon House harbors a sinister secret behind its great stone walls. And a killer will stop at nothing to keep it.


“That should be good enough,” she said, sitting back on her haunches and eyeing the dark spot on the stone. The faint jagged line of the scar on her hand peeked out from the cloth, drawing his attention. He’d noticed it before, and noticed the way she shut down when he drew attention to the mark. 

As she stood, he did likewise, gripping her hand once more. He took the wet towels from her and tossed them into the sink, but didn’t release her. Instead, he ran his thumb over the hardened flesh marring her palm. Her hand fisted instantly.

“What happened?” he asked, lifting his gaze to hers. Her eyes looked huge against the paleness of her skin.

“I cut it. Not a big deal.” A soft rasp edged her voice.

“How? It looks like it was bad.”

She didn’t answer, but tried to tug free of his grip. Instead of letting her go, he pulled her closer, then, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. She shivered beneath his touch, tilting her head and giving him better access to her soft, pink mouth. 

Need spiked inside him like a solar flare. With a low growl, he gripped her hips and pulled her slender form tight against his. He took her mouth harder this time, in a deep, hungry kiss. 


  1. Loved Witches Stone! I really felt I was right there in Culcraig. A book I couldn't put down.

  2. Thanks so much!!! I'm glad you liked it.