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Summary
Summary
From RITA winner Gwyn Cready comes a Scottish time travel romance perfect for fans of Outlander
Modern day battle reenactor Duncan MacHarg thinks he has it made--until he lands in the middle of a real Highland battle and comes face to face with the clan's beautiful, spirited leader. Out of time and out of place, Duncan must use every skill he can muster to earn his position among the clansmen and in the heart of the devastatingly intriguing woman to whom he must pledge his oath.
Abby needs a hero and she needs him now. Duncan's a man with no measurable battle skills and a damnably distracting smile. But she sees in him a fighting spirit, and Abby will do whatever it takes to turn him into a Scots warrior herself--one demanding and intimate lesson at a time.
Sirens of the Scottish Borderlands Series:
Just in Time for a Highlander (Book 1)
First Time with a Highlander (Book 2)
Every Time with a Highlander (Book 3)
Praise for Gwyn Cready:
"Cready's writing is romantic and wickedly witty." --Rachel Gibson, New York Times #1 Bestselling Author
"Fun and sexy...a reading adventure you don't want to miss." --Janet Evanovich, New York Times #1 Bestselling Author, on Tumbling Through Time
"Passionate, suspenseful, adventurous and highly entertaining." --RT Book Reviews, 4 ½ stars, on Aching for Always
"Cready's writing is as brilliantly seductive as it is historically gripping." --Fictitious Musings, on Timeless Desire
Author Notes
Gwyn Cready is a writer of contemporary, Scottish, and time travel romance. She's been called the master of time travel romance" and is the winner of the RITA Award, the most prestigious award given in romance writing. She has been profiled in Real Simple and USA Today, among others. Before becoming a novelist, she spent 25 years in brand management. She has two grown children and lives with her husband on a hill overlooking the magical kingdom of Pittsburgh.
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Reviews (2)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Cready's first Sirens of the Scottish Borderlands time-travel romance is a gripping, passionate tale full of magic and yearning. A spell goes slightly awry and transports Duncan, a modern-day businessman, to tempestuous 1706 Scotland. Abby, the beautiful, fearless chieftess of Clan Kerr, is beset by worry as the English continue to maneuver for the Act of Union. Furthermore, her clan faces bankruptcy, and she reluctantly considers marrying the rich leader of a rival clan. Duncan's unexpected entrée into this harsh world is unsettling for both; Duncan knows close to nothing about warfare, and Abby must explain this strange man's sudden appearance to her skeptical clan. Their mutual attraction leads to primal, earth-shattering trysts that engender deep affection and hope. Cready's highly satisfying creation is filled with humor, witty dialogue, double entendres, and clever schemes, and a wonderful cast of imaginative characters keeps this twisty story lively to the end. Agent: Claudia Cross, Folio Literary Management. (Feb.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Booklist Review
RITA Award winner and master of time-travel romance Cready (Timeless Desire, 2012) has done it again. Scottish-born New Yorker Duncan is in the middle of a war reenactment in Pittsburgh when a misguided spell sends him back some 300 years to his ancestral home on the borderlands between Scotland and England. He lands in the middle of a real-life battle between the English and Clan Kerr. The leader of Clan Kerr is the beautiful Lady Abby Kerr, who needs a strong arm not only to help her save the clan from the English but also from financial ruin. Duncan offers to be that man but fails at every attempt, except when it comes to winning her heart. In that he will triumph, despite his misguided efforts to do what is right for the clan. Political intrigue, young spies, an embezzling estate manager, and a witch add to the fun.--Lefkowitz, Ilene Copyright 2015 Booklist
Excerpts
Excerpts
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With a shriek of frustrated bloodlust, Duncan jerked to a stop as the crossing signal turned red. The musket-wielding French soldier he'd been chasing sprinted to the safety of the opposite sidewalk, nearly knocking down two young women carrying Macy's bags in the process.
Och, Duncan thought with irritation. There's only one thing you can count on with Frenchmen: they run better than they fight.
One of the women looked at Duncan and grinned. At six foot one with flaming red hair and a Scottish burr, he was used to being noticed. However, the kilt-his grand-da's from the Korean War-inevitably turned the looks into something more prurient. A gust of wind blew down Pittsburgh's Grant Street, and he palmed the wool against his thighs. Sometimes he wished he lived in a world where a man's bare legs weren't the object of such fascination.
"Reenactor?" the woman called.
He lifted his carved wooden sword and blank-filled pistol and gave her a lopsided grin. "Battle of Fort Duquesne."
A roiling gray now edged the blue sky. Duncan hoped the storm they were predicting would hold off until after he was in the air tonight. He hadn't been home to Scotland since Christmas, and by all rights he should have skipped the reenactment since he could only spare a week of holiday time. But there were so few battles in North America in which the Highlanders had fought, he'd hated to say no. His grand-da was his last immediate family member still around, and the old guy was in his eighties. Duncan knew a visit was in order, and he fought off a wave of guilt he knew he deserved for putting the reenactment first.
The walk light turned green just as a band of Seneca warriors, bows drawn, emerged on Fourth Street. In this particular battle, they were allied with the French and therefore his enemy. Not only that, but their leader, a blustery fellow named Dylan, had been a complete arse the night before in a debate over rugby versus gridiron. The Senecas spotted him and Duncan's adrenaline surged. Time to teach the old boy a lesson. With a nod to the women, he lifted his sword and flew directly into the hail of rubber-tipped arrows.
God, how he loved a battle.
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