It still pains me to split an infinitive, but I’m working on it.
I can sit for hours—days—in slothful stillness, but give me a looming deadline and I will get on that damn treadmill!
Lucy Buchanan has been jilted. When her groom arrives at the altar and announces the wedding is canceled, she flees into the woods. (It was either that or the Hudson River.) Hearing well-meaning but unhelpful bridesmaids approaching, she ducks into a stone chamber and emerges on the other side, where she’s about to be trampled by a horse.
She’s rescued from danger by Rory Munro, the valiant but troubled son of a wealthy Highland laird. At first convinced that she’s dreaming, Lucy begins to realize that she’s stumbled into 1746 Scotland and must find her way back through what Rory calls the “fairy cairn.” In the meanwhile, she might just be falling in love.
Betrayed years ago, Rory is certain he’ll never love again. Then a lost bride awakens the trust in his heart that was broken. If Lucy leaves, she’ll return to a time when his future is her past and their love is lost somewhere between.
The Highland Passage novels are stand-alone books that can be read in any order.
As of June 23, I will be retired from teaching, and writing full-time! After a couple of weeks of detox from job stress, and a celebratory trip to Scotland, I’ll return to begin the next chapter with some exciting and ambitious, but doable, plans for a number of books I’ll be completing over the next few months. Stay tuned…
And this book was made in Scotland!