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My Highland Bride

My Highland Bride, September 2015
Highland Hearts #2
by Maeve Greyson

ISBN: 0553395084
EAN: 9780553395082
Kindle: B00QE1DM18
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"The Highlands come alive in this magical tale"

Fresh Fiction Review

My Highland Bride
Maeve Greyson

Reviewed by Linda Green
Posted August 28, 2015

Romance Historical | Romance Time Travel

The moment has arrived for Kenna Sinclair to travel back in time to thirteenth century Scotland, where her destiny awaits. Gifted like the other females in her family, Kenna can see people's memories, and even erase and replace them if she wished to. Although her sister, Trulie, and Granny Sinclair are already back in time, Kenna is still anxious about what awaits her there, not to mention she will miss her younger sisters and the luxuries of modern life. But as Kenna lands back in the Highlands, everything changes when she takes the arm of her sexy escort, Colum Garrison. If only he wasn't such a blatant womaniser.

Colum is proud to be man-at-arms for the Mac Kenna clan. But when he is given the job of protecting Lady Kenna, he feels he is getting into something much deeper than he expected. With Kenna he soon realizes what true love is and vows to become the man she needs and deserves, no matter how long it takes.

But when a mysterious Chieftain decides that Kenna should be his wife, she finds herself abducted and thrown in the back of a wagon. When Colum's rescue takes a tragic turn, will Kenna be forced to sacrifice everything to save the love of her life?

MY HIGHLAND BRIDE by Maeve Greyson is the second in her Highland Hearts series and it blew me away. Kenna and Colum melted my heart from the very beginning and I was carried away with their every emotion - passion, need, fear and unbearable sadness. Both characters are strong, loyal and proud, and they stay with the reader long after you have finished their story. The Highlands come alive again in this magical tale of finding your destiny and fighting for your hearts desire. Maeve Greyson has talent beyond measure and I highly recommend MY HIGHLAND BRIDE. I eagerly await the next installment as another Sinclair arrives back in time.

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Perfect for fans of the Highlander novels of Karen Marie Moning and Janet Chapman, Southern sass meets Highland heat in Maeve Greyson’s scintillating new Highland Hearts romance.

With bedroom eyes and racetrack curves, Kenna Sinclair seems like just another pretty Kentucky girl. But she can also read minds, erase memories, and jump through time—a skill set that comes in handy when her matchmaking granny sends her back to thirteenth-century Scotland on the pretext of visiting her older sister. When she encounters the clan’s womanizing man-at- arms, Kenna instantly knows the gorgeous Highlander has only one thing on his mind. She vows to steer clear of him, but after a single electrifying touch, she finds that playing hard to get won’t be quite so easy. . . .

Bewitched by the first lass who could ever resist him, Colum Garrison will do anything to prove his devotion, even ask for Kenna’s hand in marriage—and swear off his chosen form of recreation until their wedding night. It’s a burden for a man of his thunderous appetite, but the sinful temptation is not his alone: Colum’s fetching bride-to-be is practically trembling with anticipation for a moment that can’t come soon enough. When she’s willing, Colum will be ready and waiting—with a love that lasts a lifetime.



The fire popped and crackled in the cast-iron stove, but Granny’s voice came through the red-hot coals loud and clear. “It’s time, Kenna—time for you to join us here in the thirteenth century.”

Kenna balanced the bowl of popcorn on the arm of the couch and leaned toward the open grating of the stove. The handful of popcorn she’d just shoved in her mouth at the exact moment of Granny’s announcement threatened to strangle her. Kenna coughed, swallowed hard, and thumped her fist against her chest.

“Come again, Granny?” She wheezed in a deep breath, then hurriedly gulped down a sip of iced tea to wash away the knot of popcorn lodged in her throat. “You want all of us to join you and Trulie? Permanently?” Please say it’s just time for a short visit. I’d love to see you and Trulie . . . for a short visit.

“No. Not all of you. Just you. It’s time you came back and grabbed hold of your destiny.” Granny paused. The only sound coming from the woodstove was the lively crackling of the fire. Granny’s firm tone silenced the sound of the flames as she continued, “The twins will be staying in the twenty-first century for a bit longer.”

Kenna unfolded from her cross-legged position on the couch. What if she didn’t want to grab her destiny in thirteenth-century Scotland? What if she liked it right here in twenty-first-century Kentucky just fine? Yes, seeing Granny and Trulie would be wonderful, but there was just too much going on here to leave right now. Life was finally starting to settle down and run smoothly. It was kind of nice living like normal people for a change— or as close to normal as a girl born to a long line of women able to jump back and forth across time ever got.

“The twins are graduating this month. Tell Trulie the terrible twosome turned into a pair of intelligent eighteen-year-old beauties,” Kenna said, hoping that if she changed the subject Granny might back off a bit. But that was another thing. Even though her baby sisters were eighteen years old, how could Granny suggest leaving them alone to fend for themselves? Granted, Mairi and Lilia were mature for their age, but they still weren’t ready to get booted from the nest and fly solo.

Kenna scooted to the edge of the couch and propped her elbows on her knees. She had to buy them all some time. “Lilia’s creating her own line of natural cosmetics for the shop. She’s already got every teenage girl in town clamoring for the lip gloss she developed.”

The flames lengthened and danced faster across the chunks of wood. The coals fanned a hotter orange-red as Granny’s tone took on a decided edge. “Tell the girls I’m very proud of them and it’ll be their time to join us soon. I’m sending an old friend to look after them, since you’re coming to join us now. Eliza will help them sort through whatever they might need until their time to come back to us arrives. They have a bit longer to hone their skills in the twenty-first century before I call them back to the past.”

So the twins got to enjoy more time with indoor plumbing, Internet, and take-out pizza but she didn’t? Why did she have to leave now? “But Granny, I need—”

“Enough, Kenna. You knew this time was coming, and you know better than to argue with me once I’ve made up my mind.”

Kenna blew out a huffing breath. Isn’t that the freakin’ truth. Arguing with Granny was a lot like arguing with the weather. Both did as they damn well pleased no matter what anyone said. But maybe she could at least get away with bargaining for a little reprieve.

“Just give me a month.” Kenna held her index finger up closer to the fire. She couldn’t see Granny, so she didn’t think her elder had opened the fire portal enough to create a viewing window, but you never knew for sure with Granny. “Give me one solid month to get everything ready before I jump back.” Surely Granny would grant her some time to get things settled . . . and maybe in that time, if she thought about it really hard, she could figure out an excuse Granny wouldn’t be able to deny that would allow her to stay comfortably ensconced in modern times for a few more years—at least.

“One week.”

“A week?” Kenna scooted off the couch and knelt in front of the woodstove. “I can’t be ready to jump the web in just a week. That’s impossible.”

“Make it possible, Kenna. One week is all you get.”

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