Christina loves writing dark tales set in the 9th century featuring tough
warriors who are brought to their knees by their brave Pictish princesses.
She is published by Ellora’s Cave and Berkley Heat and has dipped her toe in the indie pub waters. She is a member of the Romance Writers of Australia, Romance Writers of America, the DarkSide Down Under Group Blog and Historical Hearts Group Blog.
Christina is an ex-pat Brit who now lives in sunny
with her family. She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the
universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong. Western Australia
Highland Warrior Chronicles
warriors Connor MacKenzie, Cameron MacNeil and Ewan MacKinnon pledge to keep
the peace in the wild Highlands of Pictland. But each man is destined to fall
in love with a Pictish princess - three cousins who are determined to save
their beloved land from the savage invaders. Instead they lose their hearts to
their wild foreign warriors. Kingdom
of Dal Riada
Book 1 ~ Her Savage Scot
Book 2 ~ Her Vengeful Scot
Book 3 ~ Her Defiant Scot
Blurb for Her Savage Scot
When tough Scot warrior Connor MacKenzie rides into the barbaric lands of the Picts on a mission for his king, he never expects to be captivated by a beautiful Pictish widow. Drawn under her spell, yet unaware of her true identity, he risks everything for one passionate night in her arms.
Aila, princess of Pictland, swore long ago she would do anything within her power to help defeat the Vikings who invaded her land and murdered her husband. But after meeting Connor, her frozen heart thaws and once again she imagines a future filled with love and passion.
When Connor delivers the message from his king, Aila becomes a pawn in a deadly game of politics. Her heart belongs to Connor, but she must marry the prince of Dal Riada – Connor’s half-brother. But the fates have other plans for the star-crossed lovers as they fight their enemies and themselves to find true love.
A Romantica® historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
She looked at him and he imagined he could see tension seeping from her. As though his words reassured. He clawed through his mind for other such words.
“It would never occur to me,” he said, “that you would ever intentionally cause distress by word or action.”
“I certainly would never wish to cause you any distress, Connor.” And then she smiled, a small, tentative smile as though unsure of his reaction.
His chest tightened, the pain jagged yet not wholly unpleasant. Strange. And as he focused on the slight tremble of her lower lip, raw protectiveness seared through him, a primitive urge to pull her close and claim her as his own to the world.
Unnerved by the power of the image, the suddenness of its overwhelming demand, his first reaction was to recoil. But instead he remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze from her, unable to sever the tenuous connection that shimmered, beyond mortal sight, in the air between them.
The fanciful notion shattered the moment of paralysis, but not the sense of protectiveness that, if anything, gathered momentum by the second. And although a distant sliver of sanity urged caution, he held out his hand.
With only a moment’s hesitation Aila placed her hand in his, and he curled his fingers around her. Such a small gesture. Yet somehow, incomprehensibly, significant.
He picked up her abandoned circlet and they began the long walk back to Ce-eviot.
Read Chapter One of Her Savage Scot
20th November 2013
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