Duncan MacHarg may have fun reenacting battles involving
the
Highlanders, but he never expected to be summoned back in
time to help them out. Chieftess Abby of Clan Kerr is in
trouble. With the English picking fights and money running
low, she is doing her best to be the leader her clan
needs.
When Duncan shows up, she isn't excited about his
prospects,
but he just may be the help she has been looking for all
along.
JUST IN TIME FOR A HIGHLANDER by Gwyn Cready is an
absolutely brilliant novel with a kick butt female lead
and
swoony love interest. Chieftess Abby is the perfect
addition
to the historical/time travel romance world with her
fearless and no-nonsense attitude. She works hard to rule
in
a time where respect for women is hard to come by, so she
demands it every chance she gets. Alongside her, Duncan is
a
strong character himself with a thirst to follow and aid
this brave leader.
As much as I love the characters and the excellent world
building, I do wish more of Duncan's background had been
included. There are hints throughout the story about his
past, but he seems to adjust to a time period long, long
ago
without experiencing many culture hang ups or even many
thoughts as to what's going on in his own time period.
Given
the big time difference, it makes it feel like his story
and
experience is pushed to the side a bit. It definitely
doesn't halt any enjoyment in the story, but it still
feels
a like something is a little lacking on his end.
Overall, Gwyn Cready does a marvelous job of creating
strong
and sexy characters that stand out. JUST IN TIME FOR A
HIGHLANDER is the perfect read for someone looking for
something different and exciting in the historical romance
world.
From RITA winner Gwyn Cready comes a Scottish borderlands
time travel romance perfect for fans of Outlander
For Duncan MacHarg, things just got real...
Battle reenactor and financier Duncan MacHarg thinks he
has
it made-until he lands in the middle of a real Clan Kerr
battle and comes face to face with their 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...
When Abigail Ailich Kerr sees a handsome, mysterious
stranger materialize in the midst of her clan's skirmish
with the English, she's stunned to discover he's the
strong
arm she's been praying for. Instead of a tested fighter,
the
fierce young chieftess has been given a man with no
measurable battle skills and a damnably distracting
smile.
And the only way to get rid of him is to turn him into a
Scots warrior herself-one demanding and intimate lesson
at
a
time.
Excerpt
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 a 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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