I don't think I can sing high enough praises about Barbara Longley's "True to the Highlander". I absolutely adored this book and could not put it down. I even skipped work today to finish it. The humor, the romance, the setting, the sprinkling of paranormal and fantasy--gaw. This was exactly what...
Dermot’s eyes grew weary from speed reading, and with each passing minute his heart grew heavier. Only two books remained in the pile. He got up to stretch his stiff muscles. “It’s hard to believe the same creature who cursed us was once known as the goddess of love,” Thom...
Robley took his place upon the dais, his mood surly. Even though he expected his men’s journey would come to naught, every day that he waited for news grated upon his nerves until he was edgy and raw. He had but a fortnight left to live and no resolution in his sights. He ...
And wasn’t she just superstitious enough to let Ted’s nonsense about this place send her into a tizzy? She studied the willow tree growing close to the Ohio’s bank, then the river itself, meandering around the bend, anything to keep from looking at Ted. Nope. She couldn’t get drawn into the warmt...
He couldn’t be near her, and the hurt in her eyes when he pulled away stabbed at his conscience. It couldn’t be helped. Every ounce of his will turned to the task of keeping himself in the present.He paced around the perimeter of their picnic spot, his chest heaving and his head pounding as he wa...
Soon, stacks of sorted clothing surrounded her in neat piles on the coffee table and couch of the Gordons’ family room. ’Twas a way to earn her keep in some small way, and with Gene and Michael home from the past weekend’s fair, there had been quite a bit of laundry to do this Tuesday morning. Wh...
Jason hooked his little finger with hers, and a ridiculously giddy thrill tingled all the way through her. Conway, their tour guide, held up a small yellow fruit with a dark brown apostrophe jutting out from the top. “Who can tell me what this is?” ...
It will. Her insides quaking, Meghan repeated the mantra to herself over and over. They would return to the fortune-teller’s tent and demand that she be sent back to her own time. Her stomach lurched, and her eyes stung. She’d seen her father bleeding—not an experience she ever wanted to repeat. ...