Kerrigan Byrne visits the Alpha Male Diner

 Welcome to the Alpha Male Diner. My name is Kerrigan and I’m hoping to tempt you with some absolutely mouthwatering fare. Devour the UNLEASHED novella trilogy as served in three courses, each more delectable than the last… 

Whet your appetite with: 

Roderick MacLauchlan (Berserker)

recipe by Kerrigan Byrne

Unspoken

1 mute Highland Warrior 
marinate in years of loneliness 
throw in an ancient grudge and whip until cursed. 
strength of 10 men 
blackened hair and sun-toasted skin 
tireless tongue and strong protective urges. 

Serve this appetizer to a psychic tavern maid with a dangerous secret and savor the sinful sensations they’ll introduce to your palette. 






Satiate your hunger with:

Connor MacLauchlan (Beserker)
recipe by Kerrigan Byrne

Unwilling

1 mercenary Highland Laird spiced with a deadly temper for extra kick 
boil in unspent passion until tough 
soften with an ill-fated kiss 
coat liberally responsibilities and seal in pressure cooker. 

Be careful, when combined with a sultry, headstrong noblewoman there is the possibility of combustion. 





Save room for a sumptuous desert with all the “trimmings” 

Finn (Beserker)
recipe by Kerrigan Byrne
Unwanted

1 mysterious, lethal stranger 
beat until broken then leave for indeterminate time 
sweeten with Holiday spices 
sprinkle surprise ingredient to add intrigue 
heat low and slow for maximum endurance 

Serve chilled during the Winter Solstice to an abandoned, desperate woman in need of warmth who will appreciate every sinful lick.

Taste Test 

She sped across the empty dining room and plucked a candle from its perch, intent upon using its wan light to wind her way to the hidden linen closet beneath the stairs. There she might make her bed. Grimacing, she turned down the back guest hallway, which was only a short few doors on the way to the stairs. Evelyn had never been fond of small spaces. They terrified her, in fact. Her stomach twisted uneasily at the idea of spiders that surely made their nocturnal homes in the dank recesses of the cupboard.

Better to spend her night with them than the MacKay. Spurred on by the terrifying thought, she hastened her steps toward the foot of the stairs. She intended to ponder on the strange and frightening phenomenon she’d just experienced once safely locked away.

She jumped at the unexpected sound of heavy boots making their way towards the hall. Within seconds, the man would cut her off from her intended hiding place.

Panicking, she snuffed her candle and shoved it in the linen basket, hoping to dispel the fresh smoke. Then, she ducked into the closest guest room doorway alcove and balefully eyed the closet and its comparative safety, now steps out of reach.

Holding her breath, she flattened herself against the doorjamb, certain the darkness veiled her completely.

The weighty footsteps paused before rounding the corner where Evelyn hid. Tremors weakened her legs, and a throbbing pain pulsed in her jaw where she clenched it tightly. After a moment’s hesitation, the footsteps resumed and a large, dark shadow passed her hiding spot trailing the clean smell of leather, earth, and heather.

Roderick MacLauchlan.

What was he doing out so late? And how was it possible for him to make his way in the darkness without the aid of a candle? Even with eyes adjusted to the dimness, Evelyn had difficulty distinguishing his hulking form.

He stopped ten paces beyond her and turned the key in its lock. The lamplight of his room spilled from the open doorway and onto the burnished skin of his bare torso. Fortunately, the illumination didn’t reach her alcove.

Her breath caught again as she drank in the sight of his unclothed back. He momentarily filled the expanse of the entry, and then disappeared into the room.

As his door latched, cloaking her in darkness once more, Evelyn sagged against the wall. A whispered prayer of relief escaped her lips. But before she was able to form a coherent thought, the door burst open and Roderick stepped out into the hallway pinning her where she stood with his unrelenting glare.

Alarm spiked her heartbeat, and his nostrils flared; as did a banked fire in his fathomless glittering eyes.

At that moment, Evelyn began to understand the nature of a Berserker. A man possessing the speed to leap across an entire dining room faster than the eyes could track. That could easily break a brawny man’s thick bone with one hand. Someone who had acute hearing and night vision akin to that of a bird of prey and who could easily identify the scent of fear.

Evelyn couldn’t slow her breathing as they stared at each other. The way his eyes insolently traveled the length of her body, even with half of it covered by a heavy linen basket, caused peculiar warmth to spawn low in her belly, and tendrils of it to curl upwards toward her heart and spread out through her fingertips.

Embarrassed and confused, she lowered her gaze to the expanse of his smooth, hairless chest. The rounded muscles flared into immense shoulders, which ebbed and crested into the thickest biceps she’d ever seen. Long, thick and veined, his arms remained hairless until below his elbows where a light dusting of black hair gleamed in the lamplight and crawled toward his wrists. As he stepped out of the doorway, more hair caught her eye, this trailed between the obdurate ripples of muscle that made up his torso and disappeared into his dark trews. The glossy strings of his damp ebony hair confirmed a recent bath.

The niggling warmth became a pervading flood and hot bewildering moisture pooled between her thighs, which she was suddenly aware she’d been clenching together.

Roderick’s nostrils flared wider and he tightened his jaw, an unholy knowledge lurking in his otherworldly eyes.

After a tense moment, he broke their mesmerizing connection to slowly gesture with his eyes toward the light of his room and then looked back at her. He jerked his head toward the doorway a few times. An unmistakable invitation.

He was asking her into his bed. 

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Meet the MacLauchlan Berserkers...
Roderick –
He’s death for hire, cursed by a malicious enemy who left him unable to speak.
She’s a refugee with a dangerous secret that could cost her life.
Outnumbered by thousands, he’s fated to die in battle like so many Berserkers before him. Could the strength of their love defy destiny?
Connor –
He’s a mercenary Laird who fears nothing but the darkness inside him. 
She’s a noble beauty, sold to the highest bidder. 
He mistakenly rescues her from a fate worse than death, but now she’s his captive. 
They must battle their pride and their explosive attraction to each other in order to defeat a common enemy who threatens the clan’s survival.
Finn –
He’s a nameless bastard, stalking the Highlands bent on revenge and murder when he stumbles on an infant deserted in the snow. 
She’s a desperate woman who’s lost everything, including her dignity. 
They are three of the world’s Unwanted. On a snowy Solstice night, their tale becomes one of blood and vengeance, of love, redemption, and forging the bonds that make a family.

About the Author:

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Kerrigan's often been heard complaining that she was born to the wrong century. Flowing skirts, coiffed hair, horse drawn carriages, and historic political intrigue - is way more her speed Only, everyone know knows her doubts she'd make it without her laptop, Pandora Radio, and - most importantly - the beloved coffee maker/espresso machine.

Though she spends most of her time romanticizing the past, she's spent a great deal of her life exploring all over the Western United States. Having spent the last ten years in Law Enforcement, she's added Mystery/Suspense to the many things she loves to read and write about.

She lives with her husband and three lovely step-daughters at the base of the Rocky Mountains but dreams of the coast.