My Highland Lover
Highland Hearts # 1
Highland Hearts # 1
By: Maeve Greyson
Releasing March 24th, 2015
Maeve Greyson unleashes a thrilling tale of magic and desire as a feisty Southern gal falls into the arms of a rough-hewn Highland chieftain.
As the proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair knows that her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange she really is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line of time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to return to their homeland, Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful chest of Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her body, their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.
After his parents murdered, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the new chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a traitor in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops from the sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit. But when Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle in her eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for the murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love.
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Six months of this harping was too much. Time to pull out the big guns and aim dead square at Granny’s conscience. “You know you can’t time-jump alone anymore. And you’re not able to maneuver the web as point beacon and connect all of us to you like you could when you were younger.”
Trulie scuffed the toe of her boot in the mud. She hated pointing out anyone’s weaknesses, especially Granny’s. “I haven’t jumped as beacon enough to connect with more than one or two travelers. If I try any more than that, I’m afraid I’ll scatter the lot of us across a string of centuries. If I ran beacon to take you back, we’d have to leave Kenna and the girls in this time. Alone. Would you feel good about deserting the rest of your grandchildren? Do you really think they’d be okay without us?” There. That should stall out this round. Trulie forced herself not to back down. She hated using guilt on Granny, but it was the most effective ammo she had.
Granny’s shoulders sagged and her gaze lowered to the patch of road between them. Her voice fell to just above a whisper as she stared unblinking at the ground. “I do not want you permanently anchored here, Trulie. Your babies are not meant to come from this disturbing patch of time. This place is temporary. A place of trial to help us grow and strengthen.” Granny bent and ran a slightly shaking hand over Kismet’s arched back as she continued. “Kenna and the twins will be fine if we have to leave them here for a bit. Kenna’s grown and the girls aren’t far behind. Don’t think I haven’t got plans for them. I mean to see all my girls properly settled before I move on.”
Trulie blew out the breath she had been holding. So that was it. Granny was afraid Trulie was about to settle down and sink her roots even deeper into the current century with a man Granny didn’t like. Trulie’s relationship with Dan had always irritated the older woman. For what reason, Trulie wasn’t quite sure. Dan was . . . okay. Most of the time. “Dan is a good man, Granny. He’ll take good care of me. Of all of us.”
Granny stormed forward two steps. She locked her spindly legs into sparring stance and raised a bony hand into a shaking fist. “Do ye really love him, Trulie? Does yer love for him make yer throat ache with tears if ye canna be near him? Do ye pine to hear the rumble of his deep voice whisper yer name in the darkness?”
Granny stomped forward another step. Her voice grew shriller with every word. “Say it, Trulie. Tell me the truth. If ye thought ye’d ne’er see Dan again, would ye rather die than live a day without him? Tell me. Tell me Dan is the other half of yer soul and I will ne’er talk about jumping back again.”
Granny’s voice fell to a low, ominous knell as she shook a knobby finger toward the center of Trulie’s chest. “But don’t ye dare lie to me, gal. Because if ye do, ye won’t be lying to me, ye’ll just be lying to yerself.”
Granny’s ever-increasing brogue, paired with the fire in her eyes, shoved Trulie back a step. Apparently, it wasn’t Dan Granny had a problem with; it was whether the relationship was strong enough to satisfy Granny’s standards.
Trulie swallowed hard. Did she really love Dan? She tried hard to think tingly, I-can’t-live-without-you thoughts of Dan—tall, gangly, always-preoccupied Dan. Trulie blew out an exasperated breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She just couldn’t muster anything more than a vague, foggy feeling of Why couldn’t she bring his long, narrow face and soft, brown eyes into focus and feel . . . something? At least she thought his eyes were brown. Weren’t they?
Instead, she envisioned eyes fierce with rage. Strange-colored eyes, an unusual shade she’d never seen. They were blue. Sort of. They reminded her of a night sky exploding with tendrils of brilliant-white lightning.
Instead of Dan’s lanky, underfed form, Trulie pictured corded, muscular arms bulging like banded whisky barrels as they wielded a sword as long as she was tall.
Trulie started to speak, but then closed her mouth again. Dan was safe. Dan was security. But no, Dan was not her love, and Granny already knew the truth of it. Granny had always told Trulie never to settle, and here she was about to do that very thing. Trulie shook her head against the confusion. No. She was not settling. She was just making sure they were all taken care of. What the devil was wrong with that? “Dan will take good care of us, Granny. Don’t worry. It’ll be all right.”
“It will not be all right!” Granny stomped a tiny, booted foot hard against the muddy ground. “I will be damned if I allow ye to break my oath to yer mother. Ye will not settle for safe old Dan. Yer true future, the future waiting to set your soul on fire, can only be found in the past.”
No one has the power to shatter your dreams unless you give it to them. That’s been Maeve Greyson’s mantra since she was a girl. When she’s not at the full time day job at the steel mill, Maeve’s writing romances about sexy Highlanders and the women who tame them. Tucked away in a five acre wood, Maeve listens to the wind singing through the trees and hears her characters telling their stories. Her work is proofed by her sharp-eyed dog, Jasper, and her greatest supporter is her long suffering husband of over thirty-five years who’s learned not to throw away any odd sticky notes filled with strange phrases.
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