Better yet, Pamela is visiting us today to share her Christmas novella, Upon A Winter’s Night: A MacKinnon’s Rangers Christmas Novella, which is based on her popular MacKinnon Rangers series. So get your copy of her new hot Scottish Historical Romance for some holiday happiness! Or comment for a chance to win a free copy from Pamela. Just tell us your best holiday gift ever and you'll be entered in the drawing!
How did Pamela answer that question?
"I can’t think of my best Christmas present ever, actually. I tried. I don’t care much for stuff, so it’s really the Christmases themselves I remember. Bubble Wrap Christmas (2008) was a good one. Both of my sons had been in very serious car accidents that yaer, so I told them that they were going to spend Christmas at my house wrapped in bubble wrap and that neither of them could go out that front door for three days. They obliged me, and we had a very cozy and close three days of Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and the day after."
BOOK BLURB:Reunite with the MacKinnon brothers and their wives for Christmas—and a tale of love, new life, and redemption.
The war between Britain and the French is finally at an end, and the MacKinnons are looking forward to celebrating their first peacetime Christmas in five long years. While Iain and Annie have discovered that the pleasures of marriage grow deeper with time, Morgan and Amalie find themselves at bitter odds. Meanwhile, Connor and Sarah have a newborn son to cherish.
The family’s preparations for the holidays are interrupted when Iain learns that Britain has not paid the Rangers for the summer’s victorious campaigns. Unwilling to let men who fought under the MacKinnon name suffer deprivation at Christmastime, Iain, Morgan, and Connor leave the warmth of their frontier farm for Albany. There, they find their happy Christmas, and even their freedom, at risk at the hands of a ruthless British officer who holds a grudge against them.
With the men gone, Annie, Amalie, and Sarah do their best to prepare for the festivities despite differing traditions, a raging bull—and the gnawing fear that their husbands won’t make it home for Yule.
Events begin the day after the epilogue of Defiant ends. The story includes Joseph, Killy—and revelations about the fate of Lord William Wentworth.
Iain had spent much of the evening discussing Killy’s news with his brothers, and they had decided to leave for Albany in the morning to take up the matter with Haviland in person, while Joseph and Killy stayed to watch over the women and children. Though Iain hated to leave home so close to Christmastide, neither he nor his brothers could abide the notion that the men who’d fought under the MacKinnon name for five long years should be denied their due and made to suffer want, especially at Christmas when lack was so keenly felt.
“Do you think Haviland will listen to you?” Wearing only her shift, a shawl around her shoulders, Annie sat in the rocking chair, brushing her long hair, the flaxen strands gleaming like gold in the firelight. “If he has no honor, what is to stop him from clappin’ the three of you in irons?”
She spoke the words calmly, but Iain could sense her fear. Her worries were not just fretful imaginings.
’Twas a journey to Albany almost six years past that had started all of this. Wentworth had watched Iain fight a man who’d been about to kill a whore he’d used but didn’t wish to pay. Impressed by Iain’s skill, Wentworth had taken Iain and his brothers prisoner on false murder charges. He’d given Iain a choice between being hanged together with his brothers or fighting for the British as the commander of a ranging company. Not wishing to see his brothers die for naught, Iain had chosen the latter.
He put more wood on the fire, then turned to his wife. “Haviland cannae press us into service, if that is what you fear. The war is over.”
“That doesna mean he willna find upon some other treachery. You ken as well as I that he doesna care for you or the Rangers.” Her strokes grew agitated, her hand gripping her silver-handled hairbrush tightly.
“Come, moleannan. I willna allow harm to befall us.” Iain took the brush from her hand, set it aside, and drew her onto her feet and into his embrace. He held her tight, kissed her hair, the feel of her precious in his arms. His gaze traveled from little Mara, who would soon be one year old, to Iain Cameron, soon to be two, and he silently cursed Haviland again. “I hate to be leavin’ you and the bairns so near to Christmas, but I must.”
Annie looked up at him, cupped his cheek with her palm, understanding in her eyes, a soft smile on her lips. “I knew you’d be goin’ the moment Killy told me. If there’s augh’ you can do to right this wrong, you must go. Your men are as kin to us. Their troubles are our troubles.”
Iain looked into the eyes of the woman he loved and wondered not for the first time how he’d been so lucky as to win her for himself. “If only I’d known sooner, this would already be behind us.”
Why had the men not told him?
Killy said the men thought Iain and his brothers already knew. But, although it was true that neither Connor nor Iain had received a farthing for last summer’s campaigns, they’d thought little of it. For one, they had no need of the coin, the farm more than prosperous enough to sustain the three brothers and their families. For another, Connor had spent part of the campaign season in irons, while Iain had been pressed back into service after the campaigns had already begun. They had assumed that Wentworth had cut off Connor’s pay and hadn’t had time to place Iain on the rolls before the Wyandot had taken him captive.
“Let us pray that all will quickly be set to rights and you’ll be safely home by Christmas Eve.” She turned her head to the side, rested her cheek against his chest, her slender arms holding him close.
He tucked a finger beneath her chin, ducked down, and brushed his lips over hers. “Will you send me away wi’ a proper farewell, wife?”
A smile tugged at her lips. “But Killy and Joseph are sleepin’ in the next room, and the children…”
He slid his fingers into her hair. “Then you'd best no’ scream, aye?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Along the way, she won numerous state and national honors, including the National Journalism Award for Public Service and the First Amendment Award. In 2011, she was recognized by the Colorado Chapter of the Society of Professional Journalists for her body of work, in particular her reporting on women in prison, with the Keeper of the Flame Lifetime Achievement Award.
A single mother with two grown sons, she writes historical romance and contemporary romantic suspense. She lives in her home state of Colorado in the shadow of the beautiful Rocky Mountains.
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