Madelyn Hill has always loved the written word. From the time she could read and all through her school years, she'd sneak books into her textbooks during school. And she devoured books daily. At the age of 10 she proclaimed she wanted to be a writer. After being a "closet" writer for several years, she sent her manuscripts out there and is now published with Soul Mate Publishing. And she couldn't be happier!
A resident of Western New York, she moved from one Rochester to another Rochester to be with the love of her life. They now have 3 children, a puppy named Cannoli and keep busy cooking, watching their children's sporting events, and of course reading!
Blurb for HIGHLAND FAITH:
Lady Faith wished for adventure. Be careful what you wish for . . .
Huntress Lady Faith MacAlister seeks adventure. Her father’s dying pledge tethers her to Wild Thistle Keep, thwarting her desire to explore the world beyond the palisade. Solace is found while hunting and providing sustenance for her clan. When snatched from the safety of MacAlister lands by a rogue bent on securing a ransom, she finds the adventure of her life.
Disgraced Captain Graeme Ross travels the high seas in search of bounty to sell in order to secure lands seized by the Crown. He longs to regain his honor in his father’s eyes and continually risks his life on the high seas. Lacking enough funds, Graeme and his crew follow Lady Faith MacAlister as she hunts. Out of need and desire, he kidnaps her. The lady captivates him for the moment he laid eyes upon her. Bold and spirited, she fights him. When he negotiates a ransom, deception tears the burgeoning romance apart.
Now, Lady Faith and Captain Ross seek to settle those differences hindering their union, despite the stretch of land and sea—and angry Highlanders standing between them.
Excerpt for HIGHLAND FAITH:
’Twas her sister’s
fault.
Hope had married
Aidan MacKerry, leading the MacAlister Clan together, and now they were acting
like lovesick cows. Aye, they’d recently had another bairn and ’twas why they
were smiling like amadans. But Faith MacAlister
had enough of the cooing and kissing.
She had to leave the Wild
Thistle Keep or go mad.
Hunting was the only
option.
The size of the
MacAlister Clan dictated hunting trips each fortnight to keep the larder full.
Faith grabbed her quiver and bow, left word with the guards at the palisade to
inform the lairds Aidan and Hope her direction, and left to find sustenance and
peace.
And now, three days
later she continued stalking the elusive stag. She kenned her sister would be
close to sending a group of men to look for her in a day or so. Luckily she’d
managed an agreement with her sister whom was also her laird. An agreement
between sisters proved hard to negotiate, but she’d won in the end. And she
hunted without escort as long as she never left without telling the guards her
direction.
A sun filled day,
just cool enough not to need too much clothing that may hinder her movement,
but warm enough she didn’t need to start a fire to warm herself. She stretched
in the britches she’d stolen from one of the stable hands. Aye, she’d tried the
tartan her sister Hope loved to wear, but found it too revealing as she moved
and climbed to find her prey. And a gown, the devil take them, ’twould make it
nigh impossible to hunt and secure meat for the clan.
She moved quietly through
the woods. Each footfall, purposeful, silently brought her closer to her
elusive prey.
Aye, there he stood. In
the morning mist that hovered just above the low foliage, a proud, beautiful
stag who’d avoided her arrow for too long. Huge, with several points on his
rack and a cocksure stance stating, I’m
king of the forest. She hated to take down the magnificent animal. But he’d
provide for her clan and her duty dictated securing meat for those who depended
on her.
She drew her bow,
stretching the sinew, straining her arm muscles as she prepared to let the
arrow fly. The feather fletching grazed her cheek as she held her breath
waiting for the perfect moment to release. She’d traveled far for this chance,
stalked her prey as her father had taught her so many years ago with her so wee
she could barely hold a bow, much less draw and aim. And today, her size may
well again thwart her hunting. ’Twould be problematic once the massive stag was
felled. She’d have to dress him in the field and lug the meat back with her. No
matter, she’d manage as always.
Two more steps
forward. Stared down the length of the arrow past the head, ready to release.
“Well, well, well.
What have we here?” a man said.
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