Mystic Mountains available on Kindle--click on cover
Tiger Carstairs is rich, ambitious and English-so is it any wonder she is determined to hate her new master. Tiger dreams of making a new life beyond the aptly named Blue Mountains, so called because of the perpetual haze of blue surrounding them.
Mystic Mountains is a story of courage and persistence-traits that were essential for the settlers who carved out a new life in a raw land where suffering and heartbreak were commonplace.
Isabella and Tiger face tragedy and many hardships in their quest for a new life in this untamed land.
“Tricia McGill has written a sweeping love story of two people fighting for their places in an unfair world among the wild, untamed vistas of Australia. The strong plot reveals much about the early settlement days of the continent of Australia and is a history lesson in itself besides a sizzling romance. A job well done by Ms. McGill.” Lani Roberts 5 stars ***** Affaire de Coeur
Now here's my six (well, I cheated a bit as two of them are mini paragraphs)
"Everything
you do is my business, Bella my girl, and has been from the moment I picked you
out at the wharf. And don't you forget it." Taking the cap from her hand
he plunked it on her head, then pulled her forward with a fist on either side
of it. When her face was level with his shirtfront he lowered his head until
his nose touched hers. "If I had a mind to I could take you right here
beneath my own apple tree. Could slake my body's needs on your scrawny body,
then take you to my bed every night until I tired of you."
"Let me go!"
As she shrieked the order she lifted her
hands to thump his chest and the apples tumbled. He released her cap so he
could clasp her wrists.
"Never!" The word escaped like an
angry curse.
When his mouth
covered hers she went ramrod stiff in his arms. Her heart, and his own, thumped
in unison as they met, chest to chest.
His
tongue probed, and she opened her mouth without resistance. She shivered and he
tasted her. He'd never tasted anything sweeter; she was honey and wine,
ambrosia. Her back arched and he pressed his aroused flesh hard against the softness
of her. Dear God, heat was flooding his loins, a hunger such as he'd never
known filled his vitals. Need filled every part of him, a yearning so potent it
was like a pain constricting his chest. And she was going soft and yielding.
For him. Desire for her, strong and encompassing blanked out all reason. He
heard a soft moan and realized it came from her.
Stunned, he pulled back, his
breathing labored. She almost stumbled as he let her go. Staring at her
astonished face, at her kiss-swollen lips, he could see she was as amazed as
him.
Why the hell had he done that? What a fool!
He'd never intended to touch the chit. He felt as if he'd been stripped bare,
made vulnerable. How could he have let her get to him that way? Always he was
in control of his emotions.
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Tricia, I totally enjoyed this book, and wish you all the best on your paperback release.
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ReplyDeleteIsn't it funny how sometimes exerting power makes the person vulnerable? Good six!
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