It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that they are difficult. - Seneca

Friday, November 11, 2011

A glimpse into "AWAKEN THE HIGHLAND WARRIOR" by Anita Clenney...

He's had centuries to dream of her...

Mis-adventurous historian Bree Kirkland discovers a one hundred fifty year old warrior buried in a crypt behind her house. But Faelan, the warrior, isn’t dead. When this chauvinistic Scottish Warrior awakes, he has no choice but accept the help of this modern-day woman who’s rescued him, but she’s more fearsome than the demon trying to kill him. If he’s not careful, she’ll uncover every secret his clan has bled and died to protect. 


Caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t hear the noise until too late. Faelan stood next to the bed wearing nothing but his talisman and tattoos, his face set like the Grim Reaper. Bree jumped to her feet, heart racing, the necklace clenched in her hand.

“What are you doing?” he said, advancing on her.

She backed away. “I’m…my…the…” A kind of serenity enveloped her, in the middle of her guest room, facing the most frightening, most naked man she’d ever seen, a man who should be dead, who might have murdered someone behind her house, and who could even be a demon. She stiffened her shoulders, straightened her spine, and gave him her meanest glare. She was sick of it. Sick of the lies, the secrecy, the pretense. On both sides. If he was a demon, she’d rather fight him now.

“You know damn well I’m looking for the Book of Battles, and I hope to God you have it, because otherwise, it’s disappeared.”

“I have it,” he said, after a long, hard stare.

Bree put her hands on her hips. “Why did you steal it?”

“Steal it?” His face went from menacing to incredulous. “Steal it? Ye daft woman.” The brogue was thicker now and loud enough to wake the dead. “You’re the one who stole it!”

“Me? My grandmother had this book when I was a child.” Had he lost his mind, along with his pajamas? She waved her hand at his groin. “If you can’t keep that thing down, put on some clothes.”

He grabbed his jeans from the floor and jammed muscular legs into them, then jerked a shirt over his head. 

“Tell. Me. Now,” he said, forming each word loud and harsh, “how you have my clan’s Book of Battles and what you did with the missing pages.”

“I told you, it belonged to my grandma, and I didn’t take the pages. I found it that way.”

“The book belongs to the Connor clan.”

“Well, I guess they lost it. Like you’ve lost your amnesia.”

Faelan’s jaw clenched, his fists clenched, she bet even his butt clenched. She was sure if she wasn’t a woman, he would’ve hit her. And she sure as heck would’ve hit him back.

“It wasn’t lost. It was stolen.” His lips thinned and his eyes blazed. “And now it ends up in your house. While you’re at it, explain who this is.” He jerked open the drawer next to his bed with enough force to turn it into toothpicks and thrust a sticky picture in her face.

“What did you do to my picture?”

“So you admit it’s you?”

“It’s not me, you arrogant dolt. It’s Isabel. My great-great-grandmother.”

He didn’t say anything, just stood there, glowering at her.

“I’ve fed you, clothed you, given you a bed, and you’re pretending you can’t remember who you are or where you came from, while I’m agonizing over whether I’ve rescued a warrior or a demon.” She balled her fists, digging the cross into her palm, and she wished she could punch him in the face. “I was starting to think you were a warrior, but now I’m not so sure.”

“How do you know about warriors?” he asked, his voice accusing.

“Grandma told me the story when I was a girl. I thought it was just make-believe.”

“Your grandmother?” He looked puzzled, but some of the anger left his face.

“I didn’t even remember the story until after I found you, then I discovered the book in the attic while you slept.” Bree didn’t mention the bizarre dream and her grandmother telling her to find the book, to help him, or how she’d smelled her grandmother’s lavender perfume when she woke. “The book’s amazing, and that last page, did you notice it’s in another language or some kind of code? I could make out only a word or two, but I’d give my entire Civil War collection to know what it says,” she said, forgetting for the moment how disgusted she was with him. “There are even dates of battles from the future.”

He stared at her like she’d channeled Satan. “You read the book?”

“Not all of it…yet.”

He scrubbed his hands over his faintly bearded chin. “This must be a test.”

“A test? What are you talking about?”

“None of this makes sense. How you found me. How your grandmother got my clan’s book, a book so sacred no one but the Keeper is allowed to read it.”

“You have a Keeper. Wait…you mean you haven’t read the book? Are you kidding?” He didn’t look like he was kidding. “I have no idea how Grandma got it. I saw her with it once. I thought it was her journal. That’s what I was searching for when I found Isabel’s. All the women in our family kept journals.” On her father’s side anyway.

Faelan looked from the picture to her and frowned. “I have to find out how she got it.”

“Does it matter? It’s safe now.”

“It matters. The book is life and death to our clan. ”

That explained why he was so uptight. “You can have it if you’ll drop the amnesia crap and tell me who you are and how you got inside the time vault.”

Faelan opened his mouth to speak, and the window behind him shattered. Before she could scream, Faelan had his arms around her and dove, flinging both of them onto the bed. His body covered hers, her head tucked safely against his chest, from accuser to protector in a second. He looked at the window, drew in a harsh breath, and lurched to his feet, pulling her with him. Bree heard an ungodly growl and glimpsed something tall and grey with yellow eyes as more pieces of the glass broke.

“Get to the attic. Now!” Faelan pushed her into the hall. “Lock the door and stay away from the windows.”

“Come with me,” she pleaded, gripping his arm.

His face looked like a relic carved from stone. He glanced back at the thing trying to get inside. “I can’t. Now go!”

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*Anita and I would like to THANK everyone who took the time to stop by during her SPOTLIGHT. In appreciation of your support Anita and her publisher will be giving away a copy of EMBRACE THE HIGHLAND WARRIOR to TWO lucky commenters. In order to be eligible you must leave your E-mail address with your comment. Giveaway only open to residents of the US & Canada. Winners will be chosen at RANDOM by Sunday November 13, 2011!*

Good Luck! 


hotcha12 said...


Carol L. said...

Gotta love these beautiful Alpha Highlanders because Is sure do. :)
I absolutely loved Awaken The Highland Warrior and now want to read Embrace The Highlander. It's been a fun visit with Anita. Thanks again for this opportunity.GFC name is lucky47.
Carol L
Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

The Romanceaholic said...

I need a Highland Warrior of my own *swoon*

Er.. Don't tell Mr. R that lol


romanceaholic at gmail dot com

Anita Clenney said...

Hi hotcha, there are lots of yummy warriors in the series. And I adore them all. :)

Anita Clenney said...

Carol, thanks so much. I've totally enjoyed this visit. It's been a blast. And I hope you love Embrace as much as Awaken. Be sure to email me and let me know.

Anita Clenney said...

Jess, my husband tells some friends that it's him on the cover. :)

katsrus said...

That kept me on the edge of my seat. I love the chemistry between the two of them. Loved that excerpt.
Sue B

Anita Clenney said...

Thanks, Sue. I do love Cody and Shay's chemistry. We get the best of both worlds; the bonds from the past and now they're kind of like strangers again.

Chicks of Characterization said...

I would like to THANK Anita Clenney for hanging out with us all week!!!

Its been a fun week, and I've LOVED getting to know Anita and her WARRIORS!!

I read "Awaken the Highland Warrior"and LOVED it, and cannot wait to read Embrace!!!

I also want to CONGRATULATE Anita for Selling her Paranormal Relic Hunter Series to Amazon Publishing!

Anita, we wish you all the best!! And want to thank you again for being here with us all week!!

Anita will be picking her winners over the weekend!


Eva's Flowers said...

What an awesome excerpt, just pulls at you, gotta read the rest now! :)


Anita Clenney said...

Thanks, Andrea. It was so much fun. You have a great group here on this blog. I hope everyone will take a look at my website and sign up for my newsletter. I'll be sending it out here soon. Running a little late. :) Thanks again. We'll announce winners soon!

Anita Clenney said...

Thanks Eva. I tried to write a series that I would love. I'm so pleased that it's finding its way into so many reader's hearts.

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