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.
Perfect for fans of the Highlander novels of Karen Marie Moning and Janet Chapman, Southern sass meets Highland heat in Maeve Greysonβs 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 timeβa 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 clanβs 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 wonβt 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 Kennaβs hand in marriageβand swear off his chosen form of recreation until their wedding night. Itβs a burden for a man of his thunderous appetite, but the sinful temptation is not his alone: Columβs fetching bride-to-be is practically trembling with anticipation for a moment that canβt come soon enough. When sheβs willing, Colum will be ready and waitingβwith a love that lasts a lifetime.
KENTUCKYβTWENTY-FIRST CENTURY
The fire popped and crackled in the cast-iron stove, but
Grannyβs voice came through the red-hot coals loud and
clear. βItβs time, Kennaβtime for you to join us here in
the thirteenth century.β
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 sheβd just shoved in her mouth at
the exact moment of Grannyβs announcement threatened to
strangle her. Kenna coughed, swallowed hard, and thumped
her fist against her chest.
βCome again, Granny?β 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. βYou want all of us
to join you and Trulie? Permanently?β Please say itβs
just time for a short visit. Iβd love to see you and
Trulie . . . for a short visit.
βNo. Not all of you. Just you. Itβs time you came back
and grabbed hold of your destiny.β Granny paused. The
only sound coming from the woodstove was the lively
crackling of the fire. Grannyβs firm tone silenced the
sound of the flames as she continued, βThe twins will be
staying in the twenty-first century for a bit longer.β
Kenna unfolded from her cross-legged position on the
couch. What if she didnβt 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 changeβ
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.
βThe twins are graduating this month. Tell Trulie the
terrible twosome turned into a pair of intelligent
eighteen-year-old beauties,β 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 werenβt 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.
βLiliaβs creating her own line of natural cosmetics for
the shop. Sheβs already got every teenage girl in town
clamoring for the lip gloss she developed.β
The flames lengthened and danced faster across the chunks
of wood. The coals fanned a hotter orange-red as Grannyβs
tone took on a decided edge. βTell the girls Iβm very
proud of them and itβll be their time to join us soon.
Iβm sending an old friend to look after them, since
youβre 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.β
So the twins got to enjoy more time with indoor plumbing,
Internet, and take-out pizza but she didnβt? Why did she
have to leave now? βBut Granny, I needββ
βEnough, Kenna. You knew this time was coming, and you
know better than to argue with me once Iβve made up my
mind.β
Kenna blew out a huffing breath. Isnβt that the freakinβ
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.
βJust give me a month.β Kenna held her index finger up
closer to the fire. She couldnβt see Granny, so she
didnβt think her elder had opened the fire portal enough
to create a viewing window, but you never knew for sure
with Granny. βGive me one solid month to get everything
ready before I jump back.β 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 wouldnβt be able to deny that
would allow her to stay comfortably ensconced in modern
times for a few more yearsβat least.
βOne week.β
βA week?β Kenna scooted off the couch and knelt in front
of the woodstove. βI canβt be ready to jump the web in
just a week. Thatβs impossible.β
βMake it possible, Kenna. One week is all you get.β
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