Ramsay is recovering from the humiliating
sting of a gold-digger’s touch and has decided to be a solitary druid. But the
gods and goddesses have other ideas. Ramsay is needed back in the past and
they’re not about to send him alone. Katie Jenson is an archeologist on
sabbatical from Princeton. She wrecks her car on MacDara land, but that wild
ride is nothing compared to a jaunt back to the year 917 A.D. with Ramsay.
History takes on a whole new meaning and becomes both heart and home.
Blurb:
An
archaeologist with a zest for life finds herself stranded in small-town North
Carolina—with a brooding Highland hunk who’s straight out of ancient Scotland.
Ramsay MacDara wishes the goddesses had left his arse back in the tenth century. That way he never would have met the gold digger who made a fool out of him. A loner at heart, Ramsay is riding his beloved horse through the woods near his family’s North Carolina theme park, Highland Life and Legends, when he hears tires squealing—followed by a thud—and rushes to the scene to help. That’s when he sets his eyes on a pair of long legs sticking out of the moon roof of a car. His interest piqued, the rest of her will soon arouse his greatest desires . . . and deepest fears.
Archaeologist Katie Jenson is on a six-month sabbatical from her job at Princeton University. Following the death of her beloved father—whose dying request was for Katie to live life to the fullest—she’s headed to a friend’s beach house in North Carolina. But a momentary distraction takes her off the road and on the journey of her life . . . with a sex god in a kilt at her side. Ramsay’s passion is the stuff of legend—and it just may be Katie’s greatest discovery.
Ramsay MacDara wishes the goddesses had left his arse back in the tenth century. That way he never would have met the gold digger who made a fool out of him. A loner at heart, Ramsay is riding his beloved horse through the woods near his family’s North Carolina theme park, Highland Life and Legends, when he hears tires squealing—followed by a thud—and rushes to the scene to help. That’s when he sets his eyes on a pair of long legs sticking out of the moon roof of a car. His interest piqued, the rest of her will soon arouse his greatest desires . . . and deepest fears.
Archaeologist Katie Jenson is on a six-month sabbatical from her job at Princeton University. Following the death of her beloved father—whose dying request was for Katie to live life to the fullest—she’s headed to a friend’s beach house in North Carolina. But a momentary distraction takes her off the road and on the journey of her life . . . with a sex god in a kilt at her side. Ramsay’s passion is the stuff of legend—and it just may be Katie’s greatest discovery.
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EXCERPT:
Damn.
He’s right where he belongs.
The certainty hit her as soon as she saw him. Hit. Her.
Hard. So hard, she caught her breath and froze in the archway opening into the
great hall.
Ramsay stood on the dais at one end of the cavernous
meeting room that sprawled the length and width of the keep. The great
hall, as it was known by all, comprised the center core of
the stronghold—and Ramsay now reigned supreme over it.
Formidable. Imposing. Arresting. All those adjectives
fell short when it came to describing the mesmerizing man who had obviously not
only found his element but totally embraced it.
He clutched his spear at his side like a king—no like a
Greek god, like Zeus himself holding his scepter as he surveyed Olympus. A
different breastplate from the one he’d worn earlier covered his chest. This
one reminded Katie of the one Ramsay’s father had worn back at the altar.
Highly polished iron and brass pieces shaped into what she was certain were
meaningful symbols were inset into the piece of thick leather armor that had
been dyed black and oiled to a fine sheen that reflected the light from the
torches and the candles.
Wide stance. Broad shoulders thrown back. Head held high.
A heart-stopping leader overseeing all his subjects. When his piercing gaze
landed on her, Katie swallowed hard and an involuntary shiver of damn
rippled through her. This wasn’t Ramsay, the sweet,
hesitant introvert of Brady, North Carolina. This man was Ramsay, the fearless
warlord.
He smiled. A real smile that proudly shone from his eyes,
then he held out his hand and waited.
A gentle but firm push nudged at the small of her back.
“Go to him, m’lady,” Flora whispered from behind her. “Dinna fash, I’ll be a
standin’ to the side of the pedestal if ye have need of the slightest thing.”
Oddly enough, the knowledge that the mere slip of a girl
that she’d just met would be nearby did make her feel somewhat better.
Katie stepped into the room and the rumbling undertone of
the multiple conversations evaporated, leaving behind a nerve-jarring silence.
She swallowed hard and kept her focus locked on Ramsay as she made her way to
the dais and took his hand.
“Yer breathtaking,” Ramsay said as he beamed at her with
a look she’d never seen on any man’s face before. It was a shiver-inducing
mixture of pride, adoration, and pure primal hunger. He steadied her as she
navigated the pair of wide stone steps of the dais, assisting her struggle to
keep her long skirts from grabbing her feet and throwing her to the ground.
He kept his gaze locked on her face as he met her on the
middle step and pressed his mouth close to her ear right before she’d reached
the top. “Truly breathtaking, dear one, and yer all mine.”
More about the Author
"No one has the power to shatter your dreams unless you
give it to them." That's Maeve Greyson's mantra. She and her hubby of
almost forty years traveled around the world while in the U.S. Air Force. Now
she's settled in rural Kentucky where she writes about her beloved Highlanders
and the sassy women who tame them.
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Thank you again for opening your blog to me! :-)
ReplyDeleteYer welcome, lassie! Love all yer Scottish-flavored stories.
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