Shadow’s Kiss by Kirsten S. Blacketer



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Short Blurb

Torn between duty and desire, a knight and his lady fair must decide if their love is worth

the price of treason.

Long Blurb

Madeline Campbell has been whisked away from her uncle’s barony to be reunited with

her family in the Scottish Highlands. Her happy reunion quickly sours when she realizes her

father intends to present as a bride to the winner of the Highland Tournament. With no one to

turn to for comfort or guidance, Madeline chooses to do her duty to her clan as well as her father

and marry the winner.

An English knight has no place on Scottish soil, but Alexander must complete the

mission with which he was tasked. Find Madeline and ensure her safety. When he finds her, he

must decide between his honorable duty and his love for Madeline.

No one can deny their attraction and their desire for one another, but when it sparks

jealousy in the other clansmen, they have no alternative but to run. Secrets emerge from the

shadows of the past and threaten to tear their happiness apart. How can one choose between their

duty and their heart?

“I am merely a possession to be bartered and traded.” She sighed. “Evelyn was right. Tis

not fair.” She wiggled against him, trying to find a more comfortable seat.

“Madeline,” he groaned. “Do not do that.”

“What?” she asked innocently, glancing at his face. He had drawn his lower lip between

his teeth, his eyes had drifted closed. She released his shirt and touched his unshaven cheek. The

rough prickle of new beard scratched her palm.

“Cease your torture, lass,” he said, his voice hoarse and breaking.

“Am I hurting you?” she shifted again, bracing her hand on his thigh. His hand tightened,

gripping her waist tightly.

“Stop. Moving.” He grounded out the words.

“I do not mean to hurt you,” she said sympathetic. She truly had no idea what she was

doing to cause him pain.

“If you would stop your wiggling,” he rasped out.

She pulled away from him in an effort to give him some space. Madeline slipped, nearly

tumbling from his arms when he caught her, his palm cradling her breast. She felt the heat of his

hand through the fabric of her gown. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach, twisting and

pulling, threatening to tear her apart. She gasped, grasping his plaid to steady herself again. As

soon as she settled, his hand released her, resuming its grip on her side.

“My apologies, my lady,” he said as their mount climbed the hill toward the keep.

Madeline could see Angus and Heather ahead of them, but far enough their words were a

whisper on the breeze.

“Twas my fault I nearly fell,” she said, the heat rising in her cheeks.

“I meant for…” He coughed, unable to finish the sentence.

“Oh, that, well,” she stammered, her face enflamed. The darkness hid her embarrassment,

but it also emboldened her. “I must admit, I liked it.”

Alexander said nothing, but his fingertips digging into her side belied his reaction. She

felt daring in the moonlight.

“Did you like it as well?” she whispered, her gaze fixed on his face. He bit his lip again.

A familiar tingle shot down her spine, landing in the pit of her stomach.

“My lady, twas naught but an accident,” he replied stiffly. “It will not happen again.”

She leaned closer to him, curling against his warm body. “Your touch warms me the way

strong wine does. Making me feel weak and helpless and happy, all at once. I cannot help but

want more.” She reached her hand up to caress his face again. “Would you kiss me again,


She felt his breathing quicken. His heart beat louder beneath her cheek, and his jaw

twitched beneath her touch. “You want it as much as I do,” she said, feeling wicked and wanton.

She had wanted him for so long, to have him so close now and not take a chance seemed wrong.

“I do,” he whispered so softly she almost missed his confession.

“Then I am yours.” Her breath hitched when he glanced at her, his eyes as dark as the

skies above them.

“I cannot,” he replied, regret evident in his tone.

“You can,” she pleaded. Her body ached for his touch, her lips burned for his kiss. For

two years she pined for him, forcing herself to be content for the chance of seeing him around

the keep. Ever since he kissed her, she knew he wanted her with as much passion as she desired

him. Her fingertips journeyed into the soft curls at the nape of his neck, twisting them. “Please,


Biography for Kirsten S. Blacketer

Stick her in the middle of a chaotic home with two children, a hyperactive dog, and a camouflage

wearing husband, and she can cook and clean with the best of them. But when the sun goes

down and the children are nestled in bed fast asleep, she tucks away her pots and broom and like

Cinderella she transforms.

Her characters creep forth from the dark recesses of her mind taking their places in the castles

and forests built from her words. No simpering heroines linger there with forlorn gazes turned to

the horizon, waiting for their Prince Charming. They straighten their spine, arming themselves

with blade and bow, prepared to do their part in defense of their honor and destiny. She breathes

life into the women she believes our ancestors to be, showing how they lived and loved with

passion and grace.

Never bored by the tales still left to tell, she battles the ever sarcastic muse in her quest for



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