“This is a wonderful book. Tricia McGill is a wonderful writer. The
heroine, Beth, is such a sweet character who is fully embraceable and the hero,
also wonderfully written, is a man of honor all the way. If you enjoy suspense, action and a great
romance this is a must read.”
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While visiting Scotland
to help her friends renovate their dilapidated castle, her friend Liz tells her
how she and Andrew were swept back in time to 1050, where Andrew saved the life
of his ancestor, a lovable rogue. Beth discovers their method of time-travel,
but the Travis she meets is a changed man, now driven by revenge. He has too
much violence and bloodshed to contend with and has no time in his life for
another woman from the future. In Book 1, The Laird, we met Travis and his
clan, in Book 2, Travis, we are reunited with them.
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She must have passed out. This was the only feasible answer to the
feeling of flying helplessly through that vortex. Between the hurtling
sensation and the blackness, all she could recall was the cold. And it had been
freezing when that strange wind blew up.
“Come on, be practical.” She stood and slapped at her sides. She’d always
been level-headed. Boring and unimaginative, that was Beth Anderson. She
steered away from the answer that was emerging, crying out to be heard.
“No. I’m still near Liz and Andrew’s estate. As soon as someone comes by
I’ll prove it.”
With a definite nod of the head Beth looked about, trying to get her
bearings from the position of the sun. What time could it be? It was just after
ten when she left her room after donning the thick sweater. So, depending on
how long she’d been in this strange state, it could be anywhere between ten
thirty and eleven. The sun wasn’t quite at its height, which proved she was
more or less right. It was streaming in her window this morning, which meant
the castle had to be...
Beth turned about. This was so stupid. How on earth could she work out
which direction to take? A city girl didn’t have to worry about such things.
There were street signs in the city and always someone to ask for directions.
Here she was surrounded by trees, the few cattle, and bracken. As she pondered
which way to walk, the thundering of hooves disturbed the tranquility. Thank
the lord. Beth breathed a sigh of relief—now she’d find out where she was.
A hand shielding her eyes, she faced the rider.
A giant of a man rode one of the biggest horses she’d ever seen. Black
flowing hair streamed out behind him, and he rode as if all the devils from hell
were on his heels.
As he neared Beth saw that he had a beard as black as his hair. He wore
some sort of strange garment, like a philabeg, the old Gaelic version of a
kilt. A claymore hung at his side, and leather strapping bound his calves.
It was Andrew.
Relief flooded her. Why hadn’t Liz told her he was taking part in a
highland pageant? She laughed out loud as he saw her, and lifted her hand to
wave.
He skidded the horse to a standstill. It was then, as the man controlled
the wild, panting beast, Beth recalled something Liz told her last night.
Andrew wasn’t a good rider. Her throat dried up, and she couldn’t swallow. The
rider stared at her as if she was a ghost just risen from the earth. His mouth
worked but no words came out.
Some sixth sense told her exactly who this stranger was.
“Travis.” A hand covering her mouth, Beth whispered the name hoarsely.
Dizziness swamped her, and vaguely she heard him use a Gaelic curse before she
toppled into oblivion.
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“This flashy, spirited woman and her big,
hunky Highlander have completely captured my heart! Their chemistry and sizzle
fires up the pages and kept me glued to it from start to finish…one for the
keeper shelves, as I am sure that romance readers everywhere will agree with me
once they read it.” Kristal Gorman Romance Readers at Heart
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