I've traveled the world, lived on two continents and in eleven cities.
I've met my childhood hero, twice.
I wore a uniform during wartime, but never fired a shot.
Thanks to my husband, I've flown an airplane.
I'm a wife, and mother.
I'm owned by two crazy cattle dogs, one of which I rescued from certain death.
Right now I have the privelege of living in the Black Hills the Oglala Sioux call Paha Sapa.
I have a Celtic Connection with a Gaelic speaking friend.
I write what I love to read.
When I'm not writing, you can find me...
BLURB for SUPERSTITION'S DESIRE: The languid days of summer are giving way to the brisk fall evenings of Northern England, as Lady Arabella stares pensively into a small fire. Doubtless, the scheme courted disaster, but she knows 'tis her only hope. Some taunt her as superstitious, whilst others condemn her for witchery, but she is unmindful of the suspicion she creates; freedom waits beyond the tree line.
Laird MacRae is a handsome devil despite the sun-bleached scar covering a portion of his face. Their instantaneous attraction is unnerving, and Connal must remind himself the woman is meant for his brother.
As they journey to Scotland, Connal immediately realizes Arabella's superstitious practices are deeply held tenets. Yet, despite her heretical beliefs and his death before dishonor credo, their mutual desire spins out of control, leaving them no choice except to wed, and Connal is hopeful Arabella will settle in to his household. Yet, after one week, everyone is convinced their new mistress practices witchery. Apparently, walking in circles chanting, with a loaf of bread on one shoulder creates undo fear. And if that's not enough, Connal's brother has begun menacing Arabella in the keep's corridors. St. Joseph's staff! How much more is there to endure?
DARK DIVA REVIEWS
Superstition's Desire by Lisa M. Campbell turned out to be a very intriguing romance. I have to say, the title threw me off a bit but in the end, very worth the time to read. Ms. Campbell succeeded in abandoning the traditional clichés and gave a true picture of the Scottish Highlands and their lifestyle. Lady Arabella transforms to a strong and soulful woman that sets her apart as our heroine. Connal is everything a reader hopes for in a historical. Masculine and tough to the world but gentle and seductive behind closed doors.
Superstition's Desire keeps the reader in anticipation. Twists and turns of danger are layered with believability. You're never quite sure how the suspense will unfold until the reader arrives at the conclusion. That style and cadence of Ms. Campbell's writing is what kept me up far too late, turning page after page. One tempting hook after another!
The secondary characters were well crafted, each adding a depth and dimension to the story line. Not only was I enthusiastic about our heroine and hero, Ms. Campbell held my attention with the sub-plots. Superstition's Desire is a full-bodied novel to say the least, which gave me hours of escape from everyday life. And that my fellow readers, is what a good book should do.
I would read another book by Lisa M. Campbell and be assured that it would be as equally fulfilling. Any reader will find themselves captivated by this well crafted tale.
Rated 4 Delightful Divas by Em Epe!
GHOST WRITER LITERARY REVIEWS: 4 1/2 stars
The writer has an easy flow with words and the interaction of her characters pulls readers in to her tale.
COFFEE TIME ROMANCE REVIEW: 4 out of 5 cups
Superstition's Desire depicts lovely scenery and strong characterization that sweeps the reader into a tightly written story of intrigue, danger, betrayal and deep romance. I could actually feel the passion that immediately stirs when Arabella and Connal meet each other.
1498 Northern England
"Wax dripping by candle's light,
Guide me through this night-mare plight;
Cease thy loneliness and dread,
Lead me from this place instead."
Arabella stared, entranced, as three drops of softened wax slowly took shape in the swirling water. Smoke rose, filling her nose with the pungent aroma of snuffed out candles, reminding her of when her mother would tuck her securely into her bed, and bid her a fond good eve, before extinguishing the flame. She forced the memories to the back of her mind, and concentrated on the task at hand.
"Now, the dagger," she instructed a servant. Gripping the jeweled hilt in both hands she raised it to the ceiling, blade down, and angled toward her heart. In one swift plunge it would be done, her future decided.
Just as the dagger made its sharp decent a strident shriek rent the air, startling Arabella, and she dropped the knife into the wooden bowl with a splash. Heart thudding, she whirled around in time to witness the chamber maid running in terror from the room.
Hellfire and damnation! Now she would have to start all over again. Muttering, she plunged her hand into the water and retrieved the dagger.
"Verily m'lady, if ye are of a mind to carry on such rituals there will be nary a servant left to tend yer needs."
Clutching the dripping dagger to her breast, Arabella spun around to face her lady's maid standing in the doorway. "St. Joseph's staff, you put the heart across me Bertrice!"
"Someone ought to, m'lady, afore ye are stoned fer witchery."
She ignored the oft heard remark. Why her father's people thought she practiced witchery remained a mystery. She shrugged it off, and accepted such ignorance as lack of understanding for Catholicism.
Emptying the bowl out the narrow window, she arched an eyebrow at Bertrice. "Now, is there a particular reason you sought me this hour? For I am certain Mr. Mayhue is missing your company," she said, smiling at the blush staining her maid's cheeks.
Bertrice fished a folded square of parchment affixed with a familiar wax seal from her apron pocket.
She raised questioning eyes to the maidservant; 'twas weeks too soon for her aunt's monthly letter.
Bertrice quickly shut the heavy wood door before capturing Arabella's hand, and silently guided her to the cushioned window seat; there she calmly recounted the events of the past hour.
"I was a-walk in the north park gatherin' flowers fer yer chamber. I left me basket unattended to pluck an armful of thistles growin' betwixt a gorse bush. After cullin' the flowers I went back to me basket, and tucked halfway beneath the cowslips was yon letter. When I saw the seal coupled with the oddly timed delivery, I knew 'twas meant for ye, away from pryin' eyes."
Arabella hastily slid her dagger beneath the seal releasing the wax. Bracing for unpleasant news, her hand trembled whilst she unfolded the note. Quickly scanning the contents she leaned heavily against the window pane.stunned.
Taking a moment to absorb the shock, she straightened, and turned to Bertrice a grin wreathing her face. "He is come!"