Arabella Ryan is being plagued by dreams that leave her
uneasy the next morning. But maybe it's just that her
relationship with her boyfriend, Brian, is going so poorly.
They had a big fight and now Brian isn't even staying with
her at the cottage they rented in Scotland. Bella plans to
finish her latest book here, but she can't seem to stop
obsessing over a man from the past.
Bella's books, which feature little known but real people,
have suddenly become successful and she's feeling pressure
to get her latest one done. She's chosen Morven Maclean,
called the Black Maclean, as the subject. He was an 18th
century Highland chief who apparently betrayed his people.
But the more she learns about him, the less she believes he
was as black as he was painted.
Morven Maclean finds himself stumbling down a road in
terrain that's vaguely familiar -- until monsters come
roaring toward him. The creatures seem to be in use for
people to travel, but he can't even find out about them
because no one seems to see him. The only person who
somewhat acknowledges his presence is Bella, so he finds
himself haunting her cottage, trying to make contact. She
appears to be tied to him in some way and Maclean is hoping
to find redemption through her. It wouldn't hurt to clear
his name, too, as he could never have harmed his people as
historians say.
This first book in Ms. MacKenzie's new Immortal Warrior
series was a very unique time travel/paranormal story and I
enjoyed it thoroughly. Bella lacks confidence (mostly
because of the rat Brian and his comments about her weight
and habit of working in sloppy clothes) and she needs
someone who will value her. As Maclean learns about himself
and this new, modern world, he's the perfect person to help
her understand her worth. A feel-good romance!
Morven Maclean has been sleeping in the between-worlds for
250 years and now he’s going home.
But his home is destroyed, his clan all gone, and an
annoying woman called Bella is renting a cottage on his
land.
And as if that isn’t bad enough, he’s invisible . . .