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E. Elizabeth Watson | A Warrior Bent on Revenge Finds Love Along the Way
Author Guest / August 23, 2023

1–What is the title of your latest release? My latest historical romance was TWELFTH KNIGHT’S BRIDE! If you read it, then you’ve already met Brighde MacDonald from my newest release, A HIGHLAND ROGUE TO RUIN, as well as heard of Tormund MacLeod. And my latest contemporary was THE COWBOY’S TEXAS HEART, book 3 of that series. 2–What’s the “elevator pitch” for your new book? Tormund MacLeod, the “Demon of the Seas,” is bent on revenge for the death of his brother, when a bonny angel throws him off his guard. Too late, he realizes she’s the sister of the man he wants brought to justice. 3–How did you decide where your book was going to take place? I’d already established Brighde and Tormund as side characters in my Scottish historical, Twelfth Knight’s Bride, as well as hinted at an annual Inverness faire each summer. So it made sense to set this book in Inverness, and make the faire the summer harvest festival called Lughnasadh! I like the idea of holiday traditions and events being used to bring people together. 4–Would you hang out with your protagonist in real life? Absolutely! Brighde would be fun, sweet, and such a loyal friend….

E. Elizabeth Watson | Exclusive Excerpt: TWELFTH KNIGHT’S BRIDE
Author Guest / November 11, 2020

From Chapter Six of E. Elizabeth Watson’s Twelfth Knight’s Bride “Would it make any difference to ye now to ken that the mare ye ride is light of foot and won me a race in the Inverness games four seasons ago?” he diverted. She glanced at him. “She is quite spry for her age. What does that have to do with clan rivalries?” His semi-smile broadened, and he leaned down to her, lowering his voice as he wrapped his hands around his reins in preparation. “Absolutely nothing. I’m saying my horse could use a good jaunt, and since yer palfrey bears the record she does, how would ye like a wee competition? Up to the wood’s edge where it’s dense of trees and sparse of people?” Her eyes brightened, and a smile of her own danced upon her lips as she looked ahead of them to get bearings on the mark. Just as he suspected. The lass, bold of tongue, was also competitive. “I do believe I’m being challenged to a race by the enemy. More rivalry is what we need, then?”“Only a gentle bird frightened of losing would refuse,” he taunted, sitting upright again and staring down his nose…