Monday, January 13, 2014

Author, author... The Outcast Highland by R.L. Syme all about it !!!

Today we are pleased to share an interview with our feature author and the hero of her new release, The Outcast Highlander.

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The Softer Side of 
The Outcast Highlander

Hi, there. Rebecca here. I’m the author of The Outcast Highlander, the love story of Broccin Sinclair and Kensey MacLeod (a Scottish medieval romance). Broccin himself is the outcast Highlander—exiled from his family by an insane father.

He’s stopped by today to chat with us and has a few things he wants to say.

R: Hi, Broc. Long time, no see.

B: Well, hello, lass. It’s been awhile, aye.

R: I see you’ve come bearing gifts. (gestures to the plate in his hands)

B: Kensey made you some ginger cakes.

R: I’ll have to get that recipe and put it on my website. Yum. Thanks so much for joining us, Broc. I wonder, what have you been up to since… well, the end of your story?

B: Mostly the business of owning land and caring for people. Young Nualla is growing nicely.

R: Ah, yes. How is Duncan, after all?

B: He’s had his better days, poor lad. But I imagine he’ll be back to work soon. He’s had a bit of a shock, after all

R: Don’t want to give too much away, of course. But I think we have a few questions for you.

B: Ask away. I can’t guarantee answers, but I’ll do my best.

R: What was it that first attracted you to Kensey.

B: It was so long ago, lass. (laughs) But if you must know, she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

R: Love at first sight, then?

B: A truer statement there never was. She had my heart before she even knew how to steal hearts. And she took a few others in her time, I hear.

R: So, I imagine that now, having been married for awhile, you’ve heard about Albert?

B: Her fiancĂ©e? Yes. (gruffly) Not an intelligent man, I’ll say, if he let her go.

R: Does she talk about him much?

B: Occasionally, yes. Her family, of course, is still embroiled with affairs in France. We ourselves plan to go there in due course, when her father recovers completely. Kensey would like to see her grandmother before she dies.

R: Do you imagine you’ll meet Albert?

B: Not if I can help it.

R: And speaking of former loves, how is Elizabeth doing?

B: (Crosses arms) Aye, you would bring her up, wouldn’t you? Vixen.

R: Are you referring to me, or to her?

B: Well, I try never to call a lady a name. And Elizabeth may be right, she may be well, she may be dead. I’ve heard neither hide nor hair of her since the last time I saw her.

R: You mean at Berwick?

B: Of course. I’ve not seen Andrew since, either. Nor heard from him.

R: Elizabeth seems to be the most talked-about character from the entire book besides you. How do you feel about that?

B: People need something to talk about.

R: (laughs) Quite the cynic you’ve become, Broc.

B: Nay, I’m anything but. Kensey helps me to see the good side of life. And we don’t speak of Elizabeth. Not ever. We likely won’t. It helps to keep the positive side of life illuminated when the light is always around.

R: Well, I’m glad to hear you’re doing so well.

B: And now, we should talk about this sequel… I’ve heard tell that I am making a cameo appearance?

R: You may indeed… how would you feel about that?

B: You’re planning to tell the story of Berwick.

R: Yes, and Aeden’s story, as well.

B: Ahhh. Aeden Donne. How is the poor fellow?

R: He’s had his better days, as well. But I don’t want to give away too much. Needless to say, he’s found someone to match his wit.

B: If such a thing can be done.

R: You’ll have to read the book to see.

And so will the rest of you! J Thanks so much for stopping by and meeting Broc. I hope that you enjoy The Outcast Highlander and the subsequent Highland Renegades books. You can enter to win the Paperwhite Kindle many times a day, so stop on by the rest of the tour if you’re interested!

Thanks for having me, Krista!

Rebecca, it was a pleasure having you and your highlander!

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The Outcast Highlander
(The Highland Renegades)
R.L. Syme

Scottish Historical Medieval 
Sweet Romance
254 pages, self-published

 He's lost his family, his title, and his honor, but he can't lose her...

Kensey MacLeod returns home after a failed marriage alliance in France to find her world in turmoil: her best friend married to an English sympathizer, her mother at death's door, and her father imprisoned and thought dead. As an English lord descends to claim her father's lands, Kensey escapes north with her mother and brother, and runs straight into the arms of the outcast Highlander.

Driven from home and family by a crazed father, Broccin Sinclair refuses to stand aside while the English invade his beloved Scotland. But who should he champion? The freedom fighter who saved his life, the family who has forgotten him, or the woman who captured his childhood heart?

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“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, may I ask why your horse grazes yonder when there are men who chase you?”
“Oh, stop, you impertinent fool.” Kensey shook his hand away and searched the area around her for something. “I was knocked off my horse.”
“What are you looking for?”
She sighed. “I would like to get up and resume my travels.”
So she looked for something to pull herself up with, yet ignored his help. How like her. He must be beneath her notice. Or her care.
“Let me help you.” He stood and offered both hands. She considered him for a moment and finally touched him again. He couldn’t deny a tiny thrill at having won the fight, or at having her hands in his. But her frustration continued.
She furrowed her brow and released his hands. First one step, then another. But on the third step, she began to sway and Broc had to follow quickly to catch her.
“You’re in no state to be walking.” He swept her into his arms, despite her protest, and stilled her grasping hands by hooking both of her wrists together in one grip. “Nor riding.”
He deposited her atop his horse and jumped up before she could make any more fuss. The Ross men obviously hadn’t followed them, but they would have to proceed carefully from here, knowing they may come back upon them at any time.
Broc urged his horse forward into a slow cantor, searching for the least dense path forward. In his lap, Kensey pulled on the dirty folds of her dress, dislodging bits of the forest floor that still clung to the delicate fabric.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded. 
“Let’s get you out of here first, lass.” He glanced back into the thick canopy of stillness for a moment. “Ross’s men may be quick on our heels.”  
Sitting against him as she was now, she felt tiny and vulnerable. His cloak had opened as he’d climbed onto Gaidel’s back and she was now sitting in the midst of it, against his nearly bare chest. She seemed to suck up all the warmth in his body as she curled against him. Her eyelashes blinked furiously, as though she tried to keep herself awake when sleep called. He reached down and wrapped the warmth of the cloak around her.
“You can sleep. It appears we’ve lost our pursuers and it will be slow progress back to the trail, if we even dare to follow it.”
“I’m not tired.” She yawned and her weight pressed even more against him. She would no doubt be asleep soon. His body tensed against the desire that tried to consume him. This was his brother’s intended.
He was merely delivering her back to him.
Not enjoying having her in his arms. Not at all.

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Author bio: 
 R.L. Syme works at a youth theatre, teaching kids performing arts and musical performance classes/camps when she's not writing. Otherwise, she's putting her Seminary degree to good use writing romance novels. Let not all those systematic theology classes go to waste...


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Giveaway:     2 great prizes !!    Grand Prize:  R.L. is giving away a Kindle Paperwhite.    As a secondary prize, she would like to give away a set of Scottish Historical romances from some of her favorite authors.

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