The MacGrough Clan Series, prequel to Wired
for Sound (coming soon)
By Cherime
MacFarlane
Genre: Romance
Lori Ann Reasor
is about to get her big break, a gallery owner in Brighton likes her work. To
celebrate she treats herself to tea in a posh establishment. What she discovers
there puts her off men. She will stick with painting.
Hamish is trying
to hold Bushmaster together long enough to get them signed to a contract. With
a prima donna and a junky in the band, it’s not easy. Bushmaster is on the
verge of blowing sky high. The two young people are converging as their dreams
play out. Can they both keep it together?
The album was done and over with when the
band went on tour once again. The first venue down, they quickly had to go
searching for a base player when Miller nearly died of an overdose that
morning. He was done. A quick call to Warren had the man on the phone to every
agent he could find.
Hamish got a call just as they were getting
ready to leave the hotel for the airport. A very young bassist had been signed
and was on the first flight out of L.A. He would meet them in Berlin. With a
shake of his head, Hamish informed the rest of the band in the limo.
As Hamish was certain he might, Vincent had a
tantrum. How the hell was he expected to keep everything working smoothly when
the lineup was constantly changing? Hamish endured the tirade in silence with
the rest of the men.
With a shrug, MacGrough broke out his flask.
"Miller isnae doin so well. Tha eejit nearly snuffed himself. I'm nae sure
how his family are gonna take it."
The other members of the group felt something
for the man they had played with for years. Vincent Slaughter didn't give a
damn about Sandy Miller. Lurch's dark eyes stared at Hamish whose fingers were
white where he was clutching the flask.
The
message was clear when Walker shook his tobacco brown head before turning to
Vince. Lurch was going to have a say. "You are a piece of work man. Don't
you even give one tiny little shit about a guy you've worked with for
years?"
Thud
joined in the chorus. "Use some of those upper crust manners yur always
yappin about. Shut yur face for a bit. If Warren is sending tha kid, he has tae
know somethin."
Vince opened his mouth to speak. Faced with the frowns of the
other players, he snapped it shut. For a change their flight was quiet. No one
felt up to commenting on the plight of someone they had known intimately for
years.
HIGHLAND LIGHT is
a historical romance set in 1308 during the Scottish war for independence.
A young Scots
girl cannot find a man who appreciates a headstrong plain woman. A small group
of Knights Templar escape to Scotland to hide and start new lives. Among them
is a young man, a ward of the Master of the Temple. The men have brought a
treasure to Scotland. In exchange for a large share of the treasure, the
knights may marry and be adopted into certain clans. No one must know of the
agreement. Each man has a duty to the clan they are adopted into, and a duty
owed to Robert The Bruce.
One young man
has been with the Templars since the age of ten. He knows nothing of
relationships or women. Their wedding is a business arrangement. Having no
experience of sex or marriage, the young couple make a game of loving and learn
of life together.
Let the games
begin.
Wired
For Sound
It is 1988 and
the band Bushmaster is on its 4th album and 2nd US tour. The front man, Vince
Slaughter, is electrocuted on stage at the sound check. Everyone had a motive,
but the keyboard player Hamish MacGrough is especially concerned as his wife
may have had an affair with Slaughter. Was she involved, can they get home to
Scotland before their window of opportunity to do a singles album closes?
Hamish's search takes him up and down the western coast from Los Angeles to
Washington state. Through it all his main concern is keeping his wife out of
the running as a prime suspect.
Although born in
New Orleans, I am proud to call myself an Alaskan. I have lived here since
1977. I have seen -40 degrees, hauled water, made bear bacon and I live in a
cabin. I have used a fishwheel to catch salmon coming up the Copper River. I
was my second husband's chief mechanic's helper and roadie. I have cut firewood
on shares. I worked as a cocktail waitress during pipeline days in a small
lodge on the Richardson Highway.
My second
husband, a Scot from Glasgow, was the love of my life. When I write Scots
dialect, I personally experienced hearing it from my in laws. When my husband
got on the phone to Scotland, after 5 seconds I could barely understand a word.
We moved to
Wasilla to get warm. It barely drops past -25 degrees here in the winter. I
became a paralegal and worked for over 26 years for the same firm.
Alaska is my
home. I never thought I would love it so much, I never want to leave. The
beauty of Alaska is a draw I cannot resist. I love the people and the history.
I have been captured by a place I came to under duress. Life does play some
interesting tricks on one. My love and I were not apart more than 24 hours for
20 plus years. I never wanted to be anywhere but with him. He was a man to run
the river with and was my biggest fan.
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