Lady and the Beast

The Wild Rose Press

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 69,590
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Shipwrecked, Lady Kathryn Sheffield wakes in New Brunswick, Canada, to find a hulking beast leaning over her. Her intended destination was Jamaica, to an arranged marriage she didn’t want. The Beast, Hamish McDonald, needs to be rid of this Lady as soon as possible. His life in hiding due to a false accusation is in jeopardy. But who is deceiving whom? Between their growing love, the secrets, and a price on both their heads, will there be happiness for The Lady And The Beast?

Lady and the Beast
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Lady and the Beast

The Wild Rose Press

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 69,590
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In her novel "Lady and the Beast" Gail MacMillan gives her readers an engaging historical romance that tells the story of a man who saves a woman's life and is saved himself in return. Set in colonial 1820's New Brunswick, it blends a sweet love story with a tale of hidden identity and intrigue. It has a unique and vivid setting, a well spun mystery, and memorable characters

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Looming over her in ghastly silhouette was a great dark creature whose features were enveloped in a mat of hair. A beast. Some kind of marauding beast come to end what was left of this horrible existence. As it reached to touch her, she opened her mouth to scream and choked.

A gush of vile liquid billowed up her throat. She vomited as the sky above her exploded with a bolt of lightning and roar of thunder. I’m dying, she thought. And this is the grim reaper come for me.

Then the creature spoke.

“There, there, lassie.” Its voice, male and gently lilting with a Scottish burr, startled her. He rolled her onto her side. “Let it come. Ye must have swallowed half the Atlantic. Ye must get it out.”

Battered beyond the ability to resist, she continued to belch up great quantities of brine. A feral terrain poked at her throbbing body. She heard waves crashing on a nearby shore. The sound stirred a flicker of memory, a tiny ember in the darkness of her mind. It extinguished as she vomited again.

Finally she choked up the last and lay with her teeth chattering, racked by cold, pain, and horror. Her shuddering brought a fresh agony racing over her. “My ankle!” she cried.

“It’s broken, lassie.” Again the soft, reassuring voice. “I’ve put it in a temporary splint. Now, come.”

He gathered her in his arms and she couldn’t protest. She hurt in every pore, her head hammered with nauseating pain. She moaned. If this half-human creature meant to kill her, it would be a kindness. She could only pray he proved merciful and did it quickly.

Another bolt of lightning rent the sky. In its illumination she caught a fleeting impression of long, curling dark hair and a heavy black beard torn back in the wind. So it was a man, a wild man with a strangely soothing voice and competent hands.

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