Sept 16, 8 pm Eastern, there will be a COVER REVEAL on Facebook for the new series coming in 2023. If you're interested, join the group: L.L. Muir Book Groupies here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/876834289126979
It's a great place to post your questions about this series and other LL Muir books. If you're not on Facebook, you'll have to wait for the next LL Muir newsletter.
the big announcement!!!
By now, you have probably caught on that we've changed the name of the series, as mentioned in the graphic above. Don't worry. The print covers will still match whatever printed volumes you already have. And if you search Amazon for Ghosts of Culloden Moor, you’ll still find us.
Links from the book list, in the back of your books, will still take you to each Highlander’s book page. Very little will change, actually.
We'll be publishing a guidebook for the series in October, both print and digital.
Everybody take a breath. Breathe. You’re going to like this one. BOOK #79, the Wedding, is now up for pre-order. The release date is January 3, 2023. You can order your copy here: https://amzn.to/3Aqr8z5
This also means that our Highlander series will wrap up 5 months from now.
We’d like to take this chance to thank you guys for sticking with us through this epic endeavor. We’ll throw a big party at the end, we promise. Maybe in Scotland. Maybe in Vegas. We’ll let you know.
The Ghosts of Culloden Moor’s Facebook page has changed over to Highlanders from the Mists of Time. You shouldn’t have to do anything to make sure you are still part of it.
As we started to get closer to the end, we looked at how many stories still needed telling, and we decided it was only right that we end with 79 books.
Since we started on the day of Spring Solstice, 2015, we got off track a few times writing stories about other characters that wandered onto the stage. So we ended up with The Gathering, The Bugler, Alice, and The Wedding, that were technically extra. So we’ve made a few adjustments.
One of them was A Wee Wager, which contained three stories in one book. Later this year, we’ll have another with two Highlanders. The way things are already planned out, that leaves us with one of Culloden’s 79 unaccounted for. His name is Rule McEwan.
The plan for Rule is complicated, but I’ll explain it the best I can. First of all, his story begins back on the moor, in the beginning, long before The Reckoning and Wickham’s ranch. I’m sure that will make some of you very happy.
His story has been added to a new edition of The Gathering, which most of you have already read. For those of you who might not be able to reload The Gathering digital file which includes McEwan, I've published it separately as well.
Since he is now technically the first ghost to be sent from the moor, it bumps Lachlan to #2, which is the number of his book anyway. Order McEwan here. For those with print copies of the bundles, you’ll be able to get a print copy of McEwan on its own, later on if you want.
Our first priority, right now, is to get the stories finished. Since none of us are prolific at formatting print books, they're lagging behind, but we will catch up eventually. Besides the boxed sets, we're planning to print each book individually as well. Just so you know.
Audiobooks: we are releasing in boxed sets and individually. Andrew McDermott and Jenn McGuirk are working together and they're moving right along. If you do get the audiobooks, please be sure to review them!
Thanks for playing along. We are humbled you are all still with us.
MacTavish Epilogue 2
Gibbs was truly touched when Lindsay, Fenton, and Tulloch came all the way to Edinburgh just to sit in a waiting room with him. Oh, he could have gone inside to be with Gemma during such an important moment, but she’d wanted to be on her own.
She was like that, sometimes, when she was creating. So it was no surprise she felt that way now. And he knew her well enough not to have his pride bruised by it.
Lindsay straightened and answered his phone. “Sorry, Ivy. No word yet.” He held the phone out from his head and lifted a brow at Tulloch. But the other man shook his head. “No. He kens nothing either.”
No matter how Gibbs tried, his gaze always returned to Tulloch for some hint at what was to come. Not many knew he was the famous Seer of Huntly, and though the rest of the 79 had known, they were careful never to take advantage of the man. But Gibbs hoped that Tulloch’s personal involvement—his friendship with Gemma, and the time they’d all spent together on Seelie Pause—might give them all the advantage that day.
For the moment, the Seer seemed as nervous as the rest of them. So Gibbs closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and prayed for patience. The next time he glanced the Highlander’s way, however, Tulloch’s brow had smoothed. He was struggling to keep a passive face and failing.
Lindsay noticed as well, and jumped to his feet to start pacing. Fenton sighed and leaned back to throw his arms over the backs of the chairs, as if he’d just won some game of wits. And considering how long they’d been waiting, Gibbs supposed they all had.
Tulloch gave them all a stern look. “Ye must act as if ye ken nothing!”
They all nodded. Gibbs leaned his elbows on his knees for the hundredth time and put face in his hands, only this time, he thanked God for his mercy.
It was another five minutes before the double doors opened. Gemma was in tears. Her shoulders slumped with the weight of her precious Filson bags. Gibbs hurried to her. Taking that weight for himself was the least he could do while she found her voice.
She shrugged, then nodded to the room at large. “One now. Two more on option, depending on bids and budgets.”
One of the suited men from the committee came out of the door, then hurried over to shake Gemma’s hand. She introduced him to everyone as some sort of officer of Trust for Scotland.
“We’ve always been the Land of Castles. It appears we’ll soon be known as the Land of Castles and Glass. Congratulations to you all. Scotland is lucky to have gained a daughter in Mrs. MacTavish.”
A few minutes later, Gibbs was nestled in the back seat of the car with the love of his life pulled against him. Every few minutes, he’d pulled her close for a squeeze. She’d smile and tears would leak down her cheeks, which she mopped up with a tissue.
Tulloch raised the tissue box in the air and shook it. “Gibbs, I warn ye, there are few of them left. But I believe, if ye leave off squeezing Lady MacTavish, she’ll cease leaking.”
In the front passenger seat, Lindsay turned with wide eyes. “Did ye just call her Lady MacTavish?”
Tulloch shrugged. “Did I?” Then he turned his attention out the window.
Gemma looked at Gibbs for an explanation. He shook his head and shrugged. “Dinnae fash, love. Tulloch says odd things all the time.”
Lindsay tapped the Seer on the knee. “Best ye tread carefully with yer prophesying when ye find a lass ye like, or ye’ll never catch her.”
Fenton laughed. “If matters become dire, we could belt a kilt on him, gag him, and auction him off like they did Grey Strachan, with the stipulation they marry before he has a chance to speak.”
Gemma straightened in the seat. “I saw a movie where falling in love cost someone their powers. Do you ever worry about that?”
“I pray for it daily.”
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