The HBS Author's Spotlight SHOWCASES Katherine Logan's New Book:
The Last MacKlenna
THE LAST MACKLENNA
Author: Katherine Logan
This contemporary story will keep you spellbound with a sensuous romance, a Scottish castle, a Napa winery, Kentucky Thoroughbred racing, murder and a strong cast of memorable and entertaining characters woven into a high-stakes romantic suspense.
This is a companion novel to the Kindle time travel romance bestseller The Ruby Brooch.
As president of her family's Napa, California winery, Meredith Montgomery has her hands full with launching a new wine when a personal tragedy from her past catches up with her again. Taking refuge in Scotland for a working holiday, she meets charming Thoroughbred breeder Elliott Fraser. She tries to keep her distance and focus on work, but his Scottish brogue and rich-as-Belgian-chocolate eyes promise an irresistible distraction from her fear and stress. Although a marathoner, Meredith finds she's unable to run very far from the irascible Highlander's bed.
A crisis tears them apart within days of discovering each other, but their passion refuses to be quieted, setting off an explosive chain of events that threaten their hopes for the future. One careless moment confronts them with a life or death decision that could destroy the MacKlenna family legacy forever.
Montgomery Winery, Napa Valley, California – December 21
MEREDITH MONTGOMERY FLOATED above the ground as she ran. She didn’t bounce. She glided with perfect form, using her energy to propel herself forward, watching the horizon like a rock-steady pan-cam in a movie.
The worn path snaked through ten thousand acres of Montgomery Winery’s dormant vines. She tried to push her stress and fear aside to enjoy the sense of well-being that came with running. Today, it wasn’t working for her. There were too many items on her to-do list. Number one had her stomach tied into triple knots. As soon as she got home, she’d check off the item, not because she wanted to, but because she had no choice.
It was a matter of life or death.
That sounded divaesque. The Lord knew she wasn’t a diva, but she was a breast cancer survivor. To most women like her, monthly breast self-exam day was a big deal, and she performed it religiously. She raced forward, trying to suppress her fear. Unfortunately, that didn’t work for her either.
The Italian-style villa where she’d lived for most of her life came into view. She sprinted the last quarter mile toward the residence that had perched on top of a private knoll for more than a century. The sun glinted off the copper gutters and the gold streaks in the Portuguese limestone walls. The estate vineyards that surrounded the villa showed rows of bare trellising. Wild mustard flowers wouldn’t bloom among the vineyards for another couple of months. By March, they would awaken and begin to bud. The new growing season filled her with hope and renewal every year. This year even more so.
When she hit the driveway, she slowed to a walk and checked the time. The unplanned nine-miler put her behind schedule on a day packed with appointments. If her assistant couldn’t rearrange her commitments, Meredith’s afternoon flight to Scotland looked dicey.
She entered the house through the kitchen, grabbed her iPhone off the counter, and snatched a bottle of chocolate milk from the refrigerator. The phone’s home screen listed several text messages marked urgent.
“So what’s new?”
The Master Wine Maker needed to meet with her. She wiped sweat from her forehead and neck, thinking. The results of the field trials were in, and he wanted to start a vineyard on the south-facing slope. He had yet to get his one-track mind around the fact that launching Cailean, the winery’s new chardonnay, was too important to be sidetracked by a new project. What would an expansion mean for the winery? If he could develop a new vineyard without draining resources, she might agree. But that was a huge might.
The breast exam needed to wait five more minutes while she forced herself to stretch. She hated stretching. Instead, she took two yoga classes a week. The odds of finding a class in Edinburgh over the holidays seemed unlikely. So she stretched, hating every minute. She didn’t have time to waste. Not today.
In the bathroom, soaked clothes fell into a pile at her feet. She kicked them aside and stepped into streams of hot water pulsating from top and side-mounted jets. Her schedule for the next few hours came into focus. Ask Cate to confirm the reservations at the B&B in Edinburgh and the National Archives.
Meredith lifted her left arm and placed her hand behind her head. The soapy pads of three fingers rotated up and down her breast, using overlapping dime-sized circular motions, feeling for lumps in the soft tissue. Get the agenda for the meeting with the web designer. Her fingers traced the same path they had followed every month since cancer took her other breast. Call Hank to find an exercise rider for Quiet Dancer while I’m—
Her hand froze. Fear, bitter and fire-hot, coated her tongue.
Do it again.
She retraced the edges of a lump. An irregular-shaped one she would never have discovered without being extra sensitive to the feel of her small breast. Dizzy and tingling, she gulped in lungfuls of air and clutched her chest with a trembling hand.
Do it again.
The lump remained—hard and rooted in the breast. The floor buckled beneath her feet. Her vision blurred. Shampoo and soap bottles became little more than blotches of white and pink and yellow. The clammy wall slapped her back, and she slumped against the marble. Snap went the tether to her anchor, sending her sliding down the wall and into despair.
Not again. Please, not again.
Time stopped. Nothing existed but heart-racing fear. The water turned lukewarm, yet she remained in a stupor. When the water turned cold and she still hadn’t moved, a voice tunneled through the haze. Move your ass. Now. The internal voice had pushed her through endless training miles, five marathons, and cancer surgery. It had also kept her company during the bleak days at her late husband’s bedside and the final hours with her father. She never ignored it, and she never, ever quit.
The voice cranked her up the wall, vertebrae by vertebrae, until she came to her feet, grabbing the lever handles as if they were lifelines. She turned off the tepid water.
The phone rang, shrill and intruding. Meredith stumbled out of the shower stall, cupping her breasts. God made one; man made the other. While it wasn’t a bad imitation, it had scars and a fake nipple.
The answering machine picked up, and her executive assistant left a message. “You’re probably in the shower. I was tracking you on MapMyRun. Why’d you do a long run today? That’ll put you behind schedule. Let me know if you want to postpone the ten o’clock media call. That newspaper reporter is still stomping through the vineyard hoping to be the first to write a review of Cailean. Call me.”
Meredith lifted a heated towel from the warmer and dried off, patting her breast, nice and easy. “The winery is all that matters,” her father had said. “Put it first and everything else will fall into place.”
Will it, Daddy?
When the flow of tears slowed, she squared her shoulders and called her assistant.
“Hey, why’d you run this morning?” Cate asked. “It’s a rest day.”
“Jetlag messes with my schedule.” An icy finger traced Meredith’s spine as she debated whether to tell Cate about the lump. Not this time. It was more important to keep her assistant focused on the launch than to confide in a friend.
Meredith snugged the warm towel around her, comforted by the heat. “I’ll get there before the conference call, but I might need to delay my departure a few hours, maybe forty-eight.” She grimaced, waiting for a barrage of questions.
In her trademark clipped voice, Cate asked, “Why? What happened? Are you hurt? You fell, didn’t you? You re-injured your knee.”
Meredith massaged the lump buried deep in her breast. “No, I didn’t fall, and it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”
“Are you sure?” Cate asked.
Meredith took a shaky breath. A lie, no matter how small, was still a lie even if it was meant to protect someone. Her hand went to her face, close to her mouth. “Yes,” she said with a muddled voice. She could be fixed, couldn’t she? The doctors fixed her last time. Surgery and reconstruction, no chemo or radiation. If she had cancer again, treatment would go just as smoothly.
Author Genre: Romance, Mystery & Thrillers - Time Travel
Website: Katherine Lowry Logan
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Author Description: Katherine was born the second of five children to a Presbyterian Pastor and a stay-at-home mom. She came of age in Louisville, Kentucky, during the tumultuous 1960s. Sit-in's, bra burnings, the sexual revolution, pot, campus unrest, and the Vietnam War were brought vividly to life by Walter Cronkite on the CBS Evening News. While the rest of the world seemed to spin out of control, Katherine spun stories in her head.
College, marriage, and two daughters kept the muse simmering on the back burner. She worked as a real estate and tax paralegal in a law firm in central Kentucky, and was actively involved in the life of her community. She created and chaired the “Go For the Gold Celebration,” that spotlighted the achievements of high school seniors; developed afternoon programs to teach Spanish and dance to elementary students; co-founded the Midway Summer Dinner Theatre; and was Chair of the Woodford County Junior Miss Program. During the two years Katherine was chairperson, the program was the recipient of the coveted America’s Junior Miss Outstanding Local Program Award, and Katherine received the Outstanding Local Chairperson Award from Kentucky’s Junior Miss.
It wasn't until the nest was empty that she sat down to write full-time. Life, as it often does, brought tragedy and a screeching halt to her writing. Her husband, best friend, and lover died unexpectedly. Healing was a slow process, but two weddings and five grandchildren have a way of putting life into perspective. Following the birth of her second grandchild, she found her writer's voice again.
Katherine lives in Lexington, Kentucky and is blessed with a wonderful and supportive family and circle of friends. They have encouraged her and celebrated each and every step of her journey.
Author's Book List
The Ruby Brooch
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~Anaïs Nin
Can a 21st century paramedic find her heart's desire on the other side of time?
From the twenty-first century white-plank fenced pastures of Lexington, Kentucky, to the nineteenth century Oregon Trail, Katherine Lowry Logan weaves a story rich in detail and mystery and takes us on one woman’s journey of recovery and discovery as she searches for her true identity.
A lone survivor of a drunk-driving crash that killed her parents and fiancé, paramedic Kitherina MacKlenna makes a startling discovery that further alters her life. A faded letter reveals she was abandoned as a baby on the doorstep of MacKlenna Mansion’s east portico wrapped in a blood-splattered shawl, with a portrait miniature of a nineteenth-century man in one hand, and a Celtic brooch with mystical powers in the other.
Following leads in an Oregon Trail journal, she is swept back to 1852. The clock is ticking. She has only eight weeks to unravel the journal’s secrets, solve a murder, and uncover the truth about her birth.
Her quest is thwarted when she meets Cullen Montgomery, a Bach whistling, Shakespeare quoting San Francisco bound lawyer. He quickly sets his sights on seducing the eccentric ‘widow’ who stirs his passion and confounds his logic. If she gives in to the growing attraction between them, it will put his life in danger and threaten to destroy her only chance to discover who placed the brooch in her hand and sent her off through the amber light to a time not her own.
Book Trailer: The Ruby Brooch
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Work in Progress
The sweeping love story of Adam Hughes Barrett and Taylor Rebecca Johnston. Can two U.S. Senators find compromise when they walk the halls of Congress in two different centuries?
Work in Progress
From the re-enactment of the Civil War’s Battle of Cedar Creek, to the 19th Century White House, to the vineyards in Napa Valley, this story follows Major Michael Abraham “Braham” McCabe and Dr. Charlotte Marie Mallory through the turnstile of time as two people from different centuries find a place to share their timeless love.
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