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From New York Times bestselling author Lynn Kurland comes the enchanting tale of a holiday that goes completely sideways and love found in the most unlikely of places . . . Oliver Phillips can’t think of a worse place for a holiday than Scotland, land of midges, rain, and Highlanders with swords. His freedom from his enforced seclusion hinges on three things: avoiding very sharp Claymores used by those Highlanders, completing a program of self-care perfectly curated to refresh and restore his ability to do serious damage to the friends who’ve sent him on his unwanted holiday, and, most importantly, avoiding any and all gates through time that might lead him to encountering any possible maidens in Renaissance distress who might be in need of a rescue. But two out of three isn’t bad . . . right? Mairead leads a Cinderella-like existence despite being the oldest daughter of the laird of the clan MacLeod. When she miraculously finds a book about a saucy kitchen maid and the Duke who adores her, she’s convinced she has the key to escaping her own terrible straits. Her problem? She only has the first half of the curiously written manuscript and she’s convinced the solution lies in the remainder of the missing tale. And when a man who looks just like the gallant nobleman on its cover walks out of the magical forest near her home, she knows she’s found the one person who can show her how to have a different life entirely . . . But sometimes the past and the future become intertwined in unpredictable ways and the best-laid plans, even on holiday in Scotland, can go awry, leaving two souls wondering just how far they’ll have to bend time to have their own happily ever after . . .
Author
Lynn began her writing career at the tender age of five with a series of illustrated novellas entitled Clinton’s Troubles in which the compelling hero found himself in all sorts of . . . well, trouble. She was living in Hawaii at the time and the scope for her imagination (poisoned fish, tropical cliffs, large spiders) was great and poor Clinton bore the brunt of it. After returning to the mainland, her writing gave way to training in classical music and Clinton, who had been felled with arrows, eaten by fish and sent tumbling off cars, was put aside for operatic heroes in tights. Somehow during high school, in between bouts of Verdi and Rossini, she managed to find time to submerge herself in equal parts Tolkien, Barbara Cartland and Mad Magazine. During college, a chance encounter with a large library stack of romances left her hooked, gave her the courage to put pen to paper herself, and finally satisfied that need for a little bit of fantasy with a whole lot of romance!
