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A new series is born

The series is “The Renegade and the Runaway”...the two-novel odyssey of a Highland outlaw and his unlikely association with a young, inexperienced Quaker-trained man. The first novel Unkilted recounts their meeting, falling in love, and separation.

Here’s the intro from the front matter of the new novel, Unbroken:

This sequel to Unkilted finds a young Quaker-trained man and a bitter Highland outlaw together again, and not by their own design. They meet on a Dutch trader sailing to the king’s colonies—uncharted land even more wild than Scotland’s daunting Highlands.

David is on a mission to the British-occupied colonies to find his true father, a well-known frontiersman. Grier is searching for his aunt, abducted twelve years earlier, held somewhere on the coast of North Carolina. Back in Edinburgh, Iain spins his quiet web to reunite with his beloved wife.

More than seeking family members, the two younger men are searching for something they may find only when they finally understand themselves, and each other.

Can a naive, scholarly youth cope with life on the high seas—and become a force against a killer? Will a deeply angry man ever forget that the man he most desires bears the name of his sworn enemy?

✅Slow Burn Romance

✅Slow Reveal

✅Family Secrets

✅Action and Adventure

 Humor

This Amazon link will take a reader to both novels in the series:

https://amzn.to/2JXjDcv  

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And here are the direct links to both books:

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Unkilted:

Kindle US  https://amzn.to/2BVJ5rj  

Kindle UK   https://amzn.to/2R22EJ3

SeaToSky (epub or pdf)  https://bit.ly/2R5wDzB

Smashwords (pdf)  https://bit.ly/2StIFzn

Unbroken:

Kindle US https://amzn.to/2WuppUn

Kindle UK https://amzn.to/2WqbWNb

SeaToSky (epub or pdf) https://bit.ly/2UQYsJL  

Smashwords (pdf) https://bit.ly/2TsCBal 

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Hello, readers of Erin O’Quinn! Now’s your chance to grab a copy of my latest novel Unkilted, a week before its conclusion arrives in the heart-rattling sequel, Unbroken.

Here’s the new novel’s introduction…

The sequel to Unkilted finds a young Quaker-trained man and a bitter Highland outlaw together again, and not by their own design. They meet again on a Dutch trader sailing to the king’s young American colonies—uncharted land even more wild than Scotland’s daunting Highlands.

David is on a mission to the British-occupied colonies to find his true father, a well-known frontiersman. Grier is searching for his aunt, abducted twelve years earlier, held somewhere on the coast of North Carolina. Back in Edinburgh, Iain spins his quiet web to reunite with his beloved wife.

More than seeking family members, the two younger men are searching for something they may find only when they finally understand themselves, and each other.

Can a naive, scholarly youth become a force against a killer, and even a desperate pirate? Will a deeply angry man ever forget that the man he most desires bears the name of his sworn enemy? 

✅Slow Burn Romance

✅Slow Reveal

✅Family Secrets

Oh, I loved writing this one. The characters are fresh, the action is ‘way out of mainstream, and the action is told again from three points of view, just to add some depth to the story.

This is one image for the Facebook promo I’ll be running,

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The links to the first novel, Unkilted:

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Kindle US  https://amzn.to/2BVJ5rj  

Kindle UK   https://amzn.to/2R22EJ3

SeaToSky (epub or pdf)  https://bit.ly/2R5wDzB

Smashwords (pdf)  https://bit.ly/2StIFzn

QRI: all links, excerpts, reviews, more  https://bit.ly/2VmGWhr

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I recently discovered that my roots go back to Scotland, to Clan MacGregor. That venerable clan has a reliable claim to be the most ancient of them all, having sprung from the Pictish blood of Alpin, Scotland’s first king. Fascinating!

In spite of its honorable birth, for almost 200 years the MacGregor family was almost obliterated…not their lives, but their name and reputation. Och, ’tis a long story, but the near abolishment of their name can be laid directly at the hands—and brains—of another clan, the Campbells.

In addition—during a period from the 1740s to the 1780s—no clan was allowed to bear arms, wear a tartan, even blow into a bagpipe. These and other acts were England’s attempt to stifle the Jacobite rebellion and the Catholic (non-Protestant) sentiments of the time.

Into this period of repression, in the year 1772, I drop a few protagonists, and I try to tell a bright love story…

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Grier Black, whose true name is Gregory MacGregor, is a moody and angry man—a Highlander who cannot claim his name, who is not allowed to don a kilt, who cannot carry any weapon larger than a small non-metal knife. To make matters worse, his father has been killed  by—whom? King’s men? Enemy Campbells? His life is one of lawless rebellion and perpetual resentment.

Iain Stewart is Grier’s uncle. He’s twenty years older, several years’ worth  of university training more “civilized,” but just as deadly in his own way. From the time his brother was killed and his wife abducted, he has sworn to right old wrongs and to reinstate his clan’s honor. As a practicing solicitor, he operates above and below the law in Edinburgh.

David Campbell is a Quaker-trained young man whose father runs a successful print shop in Philadelphia. But his quiet life is turned upside down when he’s forced to escape the mindless cruelty of a group of Redcoat soldiers and ends up in the hands of a Dutch ship’s captain and a lecherous opportunist. He finally finds himself surrounded by strangers on a verra strange shore…the country of bonnie auld Scotland.

Here’s an excerpt from the novel…the chapter after Grier has just met a foreigner named David. From that moment on, all former bets are off…

>>>Chapter Eight<<<
Interlude

David was in turn mystified, charmed, saddened, and choked with desperate desire. Long he lay in the pallet, tossing on the hard bed redolent of unseen mountains, cupping himself, wondering at the way his small world had become a universe of possibilities.

I want him to desire me…in a different way from Archer…the way I have sometimes dreamed. In the way of David and Jonathan…the same way I want him.

Once, with his far away associate Alan, he had thrilled to the light touch of another man. That was an infinity ago, in a time and place forever lost, and it had lasted mere moments. This new excitement would not leave his flesh, or his fantasies.

He is to be my trainer, hardly my lover. He comes to this place to find women. He lives and thinks at cross-purposes to my own beliefs. Be careful, David.

But he could not expunge from his mind the thought of touching and kissing Grier Black. Yes, a black fox. He thought about the words he had read in Shakespeare…Lean and hungry.

Finally, testicles swollen, throbbing with the pain of holding back, he stroked himself until his hands were wet with spilled longing, and then he slept.

~o~

Grier could not sleep. He had unrolled his saddle blanket near Corbie, where his stallion stood in a half-doze. The large animal would lie down later, when deep sleep pulled him to the fragrant new grass.

He lay on his back gazing at the same stars and the same moon he and David had seen half an hour ago. Then, the sky had shimmered with the kind of light he had rarely seen. It had been a canopy of unknown and unknowable mystery, in a singular moment of peace.

He tried to forget the image of the flaxen-haired young man bent like a crescent moon over a reflecting pool…his comely buttocks flexing in mute acceptance of his own renegade eyes…

Stop, Gregory MacGregor. The lad is an innocent in a world of corrupt men.

Never, in all the years he had desired other men, never before had he made love with his tone of voice and the inflections of his speech, with the silent language of his body. He was too restless, too much in a hurry to find the next moor and drink from the burn that lay just over the next hill. He was always trying to escape…something. Some wayward phantom that had never revealed itself.

Och, he had never showed himself so openly…not until tonight. Now, turning once more onto his stomach, he cursed himself—again—for his obvious show of lust to a boy who had already suffered the worst of vile humanity.

Let it go. Let sleep come…

You can find Unkilted at one of these fine ebook vendors…

Amazon https://amzn.to/2BVJ5rj
Sea to Sky https://bit.ly/2R5wDzB 
Smashwords https://bit.ly/2StIFzn unk use this banner

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Och, it took months of research and some dedicated writing. But my love affair with Scotland’s Highlands and its tall dark city called Edinburgh has reached another level.

The work is titled Unkilted. I wrote it as “Book I: The Renegade and the Runaway,” a two-novel adventure. But it may go beyond those bounds. We’ll see.

The novel traces what might have happened to three men in 1772, the eve of America’s war with King George III and the aftermath of Scotland’s costly Battle of Culloden in 1746. After that final clash of Redcoats and Jacobites, Highlanders lost their kilts, their weapons, and their way of life.

I hope readers will find an engaging story, with interesting protagonists, shifting POVs, some humor, history, authentic language, flawed heroes…. You know. The usual suspects.

It’s an enemies-to-lovers tale, a slow-burn love story. Here’s the proposed introduction:

Gregory MacGregor is a Highlander, a moody, angry outlaw who calls himself Grier Black. The British crown has taken his clan name, his tartan, his dagger, and his very honor. His mission in life is one of lawless rebellion.

Iain Stewart is Grier’s uncle, a man who has lost both his brother and his beloved wife. He lives apart from his family in the tall dark city of Edinburgh, where he follows his wits and instincts to help the survival of his clan.

On the eve of a revolution, David Campbell, son of a Colonial American printer, falls afoul of occupying Redcoats. He runs straight into the hands of a ship’s captain and a lecherous opportunist. Weeks later, he finds himself in a place of peril far from home, surrounded by strangers named MacGregor who despise all Campbells.

…And all hell breaks loose before heaven can intervene.

Look for Unkilted soon after the new year.

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Erin O’Quinn’s Nevada Highlander series is unique: M/M adventure from Nevada to Scotland, with an emphasis on action, plot, and character.

I’m always careful to  make each novel a stand-alone, appealing to the reader who comes across the series maybe somehere in the middle and wants to jump in without a lot of prior reading. In that spirit, the opening chapters of each successive story  will contain enough background that anyone can easily understand the present one.

Here’s a thumbnail of the series:

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Nevada Highlander: A big game hunt in the mountains of Nevada attracts two opposite men:A Scottish tourist—handsome playboy Rory Drummond—and shy, serious Nevada State Trooper Alex Dominguez, the man set on his tail to keep him in line. When the two men find each other irresistible, sparks and Levi’s fly!

The Kilt Complex: Ex-cop Alex finds himself on the cold shore of the North Sea, festering in the “boy toy” role of his well-meaning lover Rory. When Alex breaks out of the mold, declaring his own identity, both men find themselves embroiled in a case of extortion and murder—one that will test their new relationship to the max.

Hunter’s Point: The former Nevada cop is now a Police Scotland special constable. On the eve of Scotland’s passing its same-sex marriage bill, Rory and Alex have more pressing matters to confront: a drowned local teacher, an evil shadow from Rory’s past, and a killer who’s targeted both of them. The drama plays out on a stretch of lonely, beautiful land where only the fittest will survive.

Sleeping with Danger: When Rory and Alex find their ideal getaway—a remote aerie in the Highlands—they also find a few devils have poked leathery wings into their heaven in the form of kidnapping, extortion, and murder most foul. On the trail of a missing man, they find a Jacobite tower hiding recent violence…a 300-year-old elbow of the devil…and a graveyard whose crumbling bones cover old secrets worth killing for.

 

Through each book, the relationship between the Scot and the cop is both the fuse and the bomb, as each story explodes in passion and heart-rattling action.

The Kindle series is here: http://amzn.to/2kZE8VU 

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In this latest novel, an old friend of Rory’s father is missing. The Scot and his constable lover gain permission to  go to the Highlands juristiction of Police Scotland to search for him. What they find is chilling; and what happens to them nearly costs them their lives.

Here’s an explicit excerpt from an early chapter, on the verge of their trip…

Using the edges of the tub, he hauled himself out of the soapy water and stood looking down at his kneeling companion. “Lie back, Rory. And face me. Now.”

He could not explain a sudden need to take this dominant man, make him shout until he was hoarse.

“Is that an order, Alejo?”

“Si, cabrón.”

Rory’s mustache lifted under an evil smile. “Gang warily.”

The Drummond Clan cry, the one Rory had directed to be engraved on their rings. Go carefully.

“Raise your legs to my shoulders, love. And I promise I’ll go, and come warily too.”

SWD Zon 2They rarely fucked in the missionary position—mainly because Rory was usually too impatient to turn him on his ass instead of his belly. Also because the big guy invariably struggled for dominant position.

But tonight Alex was a beast. He was willing to crack the goddamn marble tub to get his way.

“A highland fuck, Rory. Legs up. A ride to the peak.”

He saw the smolder in the man’s sea-green eyes, knew him well enough to sense the moment of surrender.

He knelt between Rory’s raised thighs and leaned into his mouth. His prick knew the way well enough, below the swollen testes, past the taint, into the cumberland gap, up the trail of tears…

He timed his tongue-sucks with his measured thrusts. Once or twice he pulled away from the open mouth to watch the face, the way his partner’s glazed-over eyes rolled back…loving the slack of his jaw, the grunts of desire, the chipped-flint of his nipples.

When he could not hold back, when Rory’s tunnel began to buck and shiver and jump, when he heard the guttural bellow of his lover’s release, he came in a cascade of hot need.

 

Amazon:  https://amzn.to/2wDrhP0  

SeaToSky: https://bit.ly/2wyZcbQ

Smashwords: https://bit.ly/2wyZcbQ  

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(Chapter 5, continued… The links below will lead you to the first four-plus chapters.)

As soon as he and Rory shut the bedroom door to the outside world, the reality hit him. He was going to the Highlands. Not just in a few weeks or days—but tomorrow. Before crack of dawn tomorrow. He half-listened to the splash of Rory’s long piss in the bathroom twenty feet away while his heart pounded a fast beat, a kettledrum rattling in his rib cage.

When Rory walked back into the bedroom, his Levi’s fly gaping open, Alex was still rooted to the spot, his back against the door, trying to sort it all out in his mind.

“What shall we take? When will we leave? Fuck, Rory, I feel twelve years old again.”

The Scot closed the gap between them in six strides, pinning back his hands and licking his mouth. “That sounds good, lad.”

“What?”

“What you said. Fuck Rory.”

He had no intention of putting off a good resounding fuck. And tonight by god he would be the fucker. He’d been horny all day, since he’d squatted with his back to another door, listening to the call of seabirds, thinking about Rory’s talented mouth, pulling his own prick.

Memory—and interruption— are powerful stimulants.

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He let Rory unfasten his button and unzip the loose Levi’s while they took turns sucking each other’s tongue and cheeks and earlobes.

“Tub,” he managed to gasp.

“Bicycle seats are sexy, Alejo.”

“For you maybe.” He untangled his hands and grinned at Rory. “Put me in the tub and at least wash my balls first.”

“Och, I can do that with my spit.”

“And I’ll never say never. After a bath.”

A few minutes later he was reclining in Rory’s massive marble tub, legs spread, letting his dedicated lover lather his cock and balls, trying to hold back a long moan.

“Good, love?”

“Very good, Rory. Too good. Trade places with me.”

“Och, I owe you from this morning…”

“Since when do we keep score?”

Using the edges of the tub, he hauled himself out of the soapy water and stood looking down at his kneeling companion. “Lie back, Rory. And face me. Now.”

He could not explain a sudden need to take this dominant man, make him shout until he was hoarse.

“Is that an order, Alejo?”

Si, cabrón.”

Rory’s mustache lifted over an evil smile. “Gang warily.”

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The Drummond Clan cry, the one Rory had directed to be engraved on their rings. Go carefully.

“Raise your legs to my shoulders, love. And I promise I’ll go, and come warily too.”

They rarely fucked in the missionary position—mainly because Rory was usually too impatient to turn him on his ass instead of his belly. Also because the big guy invariably struggled for dominant position.

But tonight Alex was a beast. He was willing to crack the goddamn marble tub to get his way.

“A highland fuck, Rory. Legs up. A ride to the peak.”

He saw the smolder in the man’s sea-green eyes, knew him well enough to sense the moment of surrender.

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He knelt between Rory’s raised thighs and leaned into his mouth. His prick knew the way well enough, below the swollen testes, past the taint, into the cumberland gap, up the trail of tears…

He timed his tongue-sucks with his measured thrusts. Once or twice he pulled away from the open mouth to watch the face, the way his partner’s glazed-over eyes rolled back…loving the slack of his jaw, the grunts of desire, the chipped-flint of his nipples.

When he could not hold back, when Rory’s tunnel began to buck and shiver and jump, when he heard the guttural bellow of his lover’s release, he came in a cascade of hot need.

~oOo~

He was satisfied on one level. But lying in the dark next to his bed mate, Alex felt a hunger for more.

“Rory.”

Hmmmmph.”

“What is a spittal?”

“Och, lad. ’Tis hospital with the hos removed.”

“Meaning…”

Rory sighed and rolled onto his side.  Tracing his mouth with one finger, he spoke in sleep-blurred syllables.

“Long time ago. Hundreds of years. In the Cairngorms, Alejo, the wolves…the human predators too…the highlanders built spittals, places for healing.”

“So Gleann Cu is a spittal?”

“Aye, once. Now just a hamlet. The word cù means whelp, Alex. Or better, it means wolf. Back when the worst killers wore claws instead of the king’s colors.”

Rory collapsed back onto the soft bed, ready to resume his slumber. Five-thirty in the morning would clamor soon. They planned to leave a little before daybreak, half after seven, hit the road before traffic built up. There was still a lot to do before then, including sleep. Alex knew that, but he was too keyed up to succumb to dreams. He had enough real-life fantasies he could ride, hard, into the coming dawn.

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The first four and a half chapters of this work in progress are on another blog. Start here…and follow the pages titles listed on the right side panel.

https://leblogcestmoi.wordpress.com/sleeping-with-danger-begins-here/ 

 

 

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Castle Stalker…one of the best-preserved medieval tower-houses to survive in western Scotland. In the current story we’ll see another tower-house, the one owned by Clan Drummond.

And a reminder: The Nevada Highlander series is on sale only at Smashwords, half price throughout July. Follow this link

Smashwords http://bit.ly/1s3cf1q (epub format)

The Amazon Kindle page (not discounted) is here:

https://amzn.to/2kZE8VU 

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Today I celebrate the release of the fourth Burns-Fitzgerald romance/mystery.

The title is A Kilted Christmas. This one is a little different from the others.

First, it’s a short story (13K words), instead of the novella-length ones you’ve hopefully already read.

Second, it takes both the detective Thomas and his lover Burns away from their turf, to a part of Scotland that lies about halfway between Edinburgh and Glasgow. The city is Falkirk, rich in history and set in the gateway to the Highlands.

And third, this one is an attempt to come full circle and to bring closure to a couple of oddly-matched men. Only readers will decide whether the direction of this story is logical and fulfilling too.

When  you read the story, you may be curious about the giant horses of Falkirk called The Kelpies. Here is a photo, which to me shows both the immensity and the power of those beasts. I have to admit that I have always linked this sculpture in my mind to an event which took place about the same time it opened to the public: the Scottish Parliament’s passing of the same-sex marriage act.

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Two raging beasts … an expression of freedom and power … a fitting tribute to GLBT marriage.

More about the story later. For now, I hope you’ll enjoy two unusual lovers as they put a climax to their passionate story.

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The links are:

🎄A KILTED CHRISTMAS 🎄
Amazon http://amzn.to/1RjtNyV
Amazon UK http://amzn.to/1HDgO9a
OmniLit http://bit.ly/1jw7GaD
Smashwords http://bit.ly/1StcaLz

 

 

 

 

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