THE SYNOPSIS
THE REVIEW
Mila Carthson runs a tour company in Scotland with her godson Robbie. On one of their tours, they are swept away from 21st Scotland to the year 1722. Braced with her knowledge of Scotland and it’s history and Robbie’s incredible mind for math and science, they set out to survive in their new surroundings.
Chieftain Teague MacDonald stumbles upon Mila and Robbie as he is making his way back to his castle. He offers them safety and brings them back with him. While Teague tries to learn more about the strangers and unravel their stories, Mila remembers that Teague is killed for treason within the year! As they get to know each other, feelings develop and they find themselves in love and shortly married. Mila and Teague try to work out a way to save Teague from capture and imminent death.
Some time travel stories frustrate me because the ‘traveler’ spends so much time upset about their circumstances that it takes up most for the book! I appreciated that Robbie has a notion about what happened to them right off the bat and that Mila doesn’t dwell in her misfortune. When she tells Teague about his future, he doesn’t freak out and cast her aside, although he does clam up and leave, leading Mila to panic and run away. But, of course, he goes after her and all is well.
This was a sweet, quick read; just enough adventure and sexy steam to hold my attention. (Some felt a bit cheesy, but Teague was so romantic that I didn’t mind a bit!)
TROPES
Historical Romance, Stuart Era, Scotland, Gamma Hero, Highland Warrior Hero, Protective Hero, Jealous/Possessive Hero, Titled Hero, Experienced Heroine, Independent Heroine, Fling to Love, Hero Falls Hard, Suspense/Danger/Murder, Time Travel, Outdoor Steam, Bath/Shower Steam, The Garden Tryst, Wall Steam, Four Star, Two Flame
“I have been so lonely for so verra long,” she whispered, her lips brushing across his. “It has worn me weary.” “Seek yer ease with me, m’lady. Let loneliness trouble ye no more.”
“Ye are mine,” he bellowed over the wind. Grim satisfaction filled him as she stared up at him with her luscious, kiss-reddened lips barely parted. “Do ye hear me, woman? Ye. Are. Mine.” “I hear ye,” she said so softly that he read the words in the movements of her mouth rather than heard them.
“Ye have made me love ye. I canna lose ye now.” He caught and held her, closing his eyes and burying his face into her silky curls. “I love ye with a fury, my precious dove. Nothing will ever part us. I swear.”
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