Samhain Publishing, LTD.
blurb and excerpt of A WARRIOR'S WITCH:
Legacy bond them—betrayal will test them—but, love and a
little bit of magic will keep them together.
Gifted with both Berserka and Wicce heritage, Sabine wonders
which legacy will determine her fate. A path of freedom and
independence? Or will the Berserka curse tie her to one man,
not of her choosing?
father’s death, Conall returns to Scotland to take his
rightful place as chieftain. Fate steps in and unleashes his
hot-blooded lust on one obstinate woman resolved on defying
A forced marriage binds them. Desire and their animalistic
nature draw them together. But someone is threatening to
destroy the fiery love growing between them. Salt in the
water, poison in the wine has everyone looking askew at
Sabine, including her husband.
When the clan demands Sabine’s death, Conall must choose
between family and the woman he loves.
Sabine’s magic had gone amok.
Twice she attempted to transform
Lachlan into a frog as he chased her out of the keep’s front
entrance. Each time her spells fizzled and rebounded to
change her voice into hoarse croaks. She had to get away
from him, had to feel the forest beneath her feet.
Only by a stroke of luck did she
escape the beast trailing her when he stopped to speak with
a man who looked at her appraisingly.
“This canna be happenin’.” She
trudged through the dimly lit forest using Beserka sight to
lead her way. The night wind whispered through the trees,
tugging at her kirtle. She glanced at the cloudy sky looking
for the answer.
Sabine felt like a forsaken child,
instead of the woman she was. And where was her aplomb? The
man confused her on so many levels. Her body screamed to be
near him. Yet she feared leaving the safety of her family.
Frantically, she tore her chemise
and kirtle over her head and tossed them aside. The beast
within her rose to the surface, sending a tingling sensation
across her skin as her body began to shimmer. Heat waves
rose as every muscle clenched and shifted, rolling across
her body until a leopard, black as the night, stood in her
once human footsteps.
She raised her head to the heavens,
releasing a sorrowful mewl. Then she began to run, fast and
furious, away from the castle—away from her destiny.
Light raindrops fell as she bounded
over fallen logs and large boulders in her way. She ran fast
and far, until her lungs burned, felt as if they would
explode. Then she slowed. Panting, she gulped breaths of air
to quell the ache in her chest. When the beat of her heart
was almost normal, she stretched, and laid her lithe form
upon the ground. Soft, non-aggressive puffing sounds came
from her nostrils as she called her friends to her side.
From a copse of trees emerged a
reddish-brown fox. He sniffed the air. Reynard had been one
of the first animals she befriended as a child. Beneath a
bramble a rabbit appeared. Kasha’s long ears twitched as she
From high in the treetops, a gray
squirrel jumped from one branch to another, until he perched
on the limb above where Sabine lay. She mewed, urging the
skittish animal from its sanctuary. Rubus’s encounters with
humans and animals alike had left him untrusting, but not so
with Sabine. As he crawled closer, Sabine began to purr.
Among her friends, she was content.
For a moment in time, all was well.
At the rustling of a bush, her friends each startled and
began fleeing in opposite directions. Sabine jumped to her
feet, crouching low to discover the largest wolf she had
ever seen staring at her. He held her chemise, kirtle and a
pair of breeches in his jaws.
Devil take the man.
Slowly the change rippled across
his body. What was once golden fur was now tanned flesh
stretched taut over firm muscle. He was magnificent from his
clear-blue eyes, broad shoulders, taut abdomen, to—
Saints perserve! The man was
“’Tis time, Sabine.” He held his
hand to her.
She crouched lower. Her tail jerked
with agitation, then it beat the ground as her top lip rose
in a snarl.
He answered her defiance with a
low, ominous sound that rumbled up from his chest. As he
began to slip his leggings on, he said, “Change now or I
will haul that bonnie arse of yers over my shoulder.”
How dare he speak to her in such a
way? She barely held her temper as she released her beast’s
hold, allowing the change to whisper across her body.
She refused to allow Lachlan to
dominate her. With a proud stance, she raised her chin. That
was until his cock jerked alive, lengthening. She gasped,
hastily making tracks to gather her chemise and kirtle and
“I dinna wish tae wed.” Her voice
A shadow raced across his face as
he fastened his breeches. Had her words hurt him? She
thought differently when his features hardened. “’Tis done.
Come.” He pushed by her, and then headed for the castle.
Anger surfaced hot and fast.
Impulsively, she shoved her hands in front of her. “Rat!”
Nothing happened as she watched his
muscled back draw further away from her. Once again, her
magic failed. Instead, her nose began to twitch. When
whiskers began to appear on her face, she released a