Take Me, I’m Yours by Lizzie Lamb

India Buchanan plans to set up an English-Style bed and breakfast establishment in her great-aunt’s home, MacFarlane’s Landing, Wisconsin. But she’s reckoned without opposition from Logan MacFarlane whose family once owned her aunt’s house and now want it back. MacFarlane is in no mood to be denied. His grandfather’s living on borrowed time and Logan has vowed to ensure the old man sees out his days in their former home. India’s great-aunt has other ideas and has threatened to burn the house to the ground before she lets a MacFarlane set foot in it. There’s a story here. One the family elders aren’t prepared to share. When India finds herself in Logan’s debt, her feelings towards him change. However, the past casts a long shadow and events conspire to deny them the love and happiness they both deserve. Can India and Logan’s love overcome all odds? Or is history about to repeat itself?

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Context: The antagonism between India and MacFarlane stems from the fact that India’s aunt (and, by association, her) won’t sell MacFarlane’s ancestral home back to him in spite of his and his grandfather’s entreaties. What starts off as a wrangle over the house changes into something deeper and more fundamental as unresolved sexual tension flares between Logan and India. Although both are at great pains to deny it.
India makes plain her animosity towards him and this draws Logan in even deeper. He’s never met a woman he couldn’t have. Looks like that’s about to change . . .

‘Think you’re pretty damned cute, don’t you Mizz Buchanan. No doubt you’re used to getting your own way. I’m betting you only date men you can wrap round your little finger. Any man who stood up to you wouldn’t get a second glance, let alone a second date. Correct me if I’m wrong.’

               That assessment was too close for comfort as, unbidden, Tom Harvey’s aggrieved face swam before her. And standing right behind him, like a guard of honour were her disappointed parents.
               ‘Only a second-rate lawyer like you MacFarlane would stoop so low as to speculate on the personal life of . . .’
               MacFarlane didn’t give her the chance to finish her sentence, he caught hold of her hand and pulled her towards him. The movement was so unexpected that she lost her balance and teetered on her heels.
            ‘There’s nothing second rate about me, Mizz Buchanan. As a lawyer; or as a man. And I’ve never had to buy what has always been given freely. Want me to demonstrate?’
               With deliberate calculation he slid his hands down the length of her body, caught her by the hips and pulled her into his pelvis. The rough movement was intended to shock and punish. In spite of her earlier resolution, India gave a responsive shiver. MacFarlane caught the slight frisson. The angry spark in his eyes died, replaced by something warmer, smokier. In that instant their animosity was forgotten, supplanted by a sexual attraction so potent that it took them both by surprise.
               MacFarlane pulled India closer into his body and she burned with a heat that owed nothing to the fierce afternoon sun, but everything to the way his firmly muscled body seemed to fit naturally into her softer, feminine curves. One of his hands fanned out across the dip in her back above her buttocks; the other touched the sensitive hollow between her shoulder blades.
               The music changed from the waltz to a smoochy ballad and they moved in time to it. It would, India thought dazedly, have been the most natural thing in the world for her to lay her head on his shoulder. To surrender to the feeling of floating dreamlike in his arms. To link her arms around his neck and curl her fingers into his thick, dark hair. But sixth sense warned her that she couldn’t afford to drop her guard for one second. MacFarlane was at his most dangerous when he was being charming. She simply couldn’t afford to take the risk.
               Sighing, India glanced up at him through her lashes. What was he feeling? What was he thinking?
               Her hands were pressed flat on his chest, as though keeping him at bay, and she could feel the rise and fall of his rib cage. His swift, shallow breathing showed that he, too, was sexually aroused. She looked up and caught his glance; he gave her a look that made her mouth go dry and her heart beat faster.
               For one terrible, delicious, light headed moment India thought that he was going to kiss her.

After teaching her 1000th pupil and working as a deputy head teacher in a large primary school, Lizzie decided to pursue her first love: writing. She joined the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s New Writers’ Scheme, wrote Tall, Dark and Kilted (2012), quickly followed by Boot Camp Bride. She went on to publish Scotch on the Rocks, which achieved Best Seller status within two weeks of appearing on Amazon and her next novel, Girl in the Castle, reached #3 in the Amazon charts. 
Lizzie is a founder member of indie publishing group – New Romantics Press, and has co-hosted author events at Aspinall, St Pancras and Waterstones, Kensington, talking about the research which underpins her novels. Lizzie latest romance Take Me, I’m Yours is set in Wisconsin, a part of the USA which she adores. She has further Scottish-themed romances planned and has just returned from a tour of the Scottish Highlands in her caravan researching men in kilts. What’s not to like? 
As for the years she spent as a teacher, they haven’t quite gone to waste. She is building a reputation as a go-to speaker on indie publishing, and how to plan, write, and publish a debut novel. Lizzie lives in Leicestershire (UK) with her husband, David.

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  1. Thanks for featuring an extrcat of Take Me, I'm Yours on your blog Laura. Always nice to meet new bloggers and, through them, widen my chnace of reaching new readers.

  2. I totally agree with your sentiments re book piracy - it does suck. Many indie authors rely on books sales for their income and I know that thousands of mine have been put up on pirate sites. I don;t have the resources to tackle them. But a pox on them, I say.


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