By Vicki Hinze
"...an outstanding success. This e-book wrenches the guts, uplifts the soul, and fills the reader with a feeling of wonder."- Susan Wiggs, bestselling author
"Captures the reader's mind's eye. Scottish background as wealthy and heady as a strong wine."
- Rendezvous Magazine
Catie Morgan's fallen in love with Jamie Cameron, a modern day Scottish laird. Did she as soon as love his lookalike twelfth-century ancestor? based on the diary that she can have written 9 centuries in the past, she disappeared into the Highland mists at the evening in their marriage ceremony. as we speak, a assassin is decided to make sure background repeats itself.
She ran from the mist to the transparent air close to the hearth and threw herself at him, planting kiss upon kiss to his jaw, his cheeks, his eyes, his neck. "Oh, Jamie. Jamie."
He lifted her to him. "Ye put on my colors," he said.
She laughed deeper. simply because he was once emotional and his Gaelic burr so thick she may well slightly un¬derstand him, she kissed him back and squeezed his huge shoulders. Her bad darling had most likely fearful himself ailing after telling her to stick with regards to him--then her slumbering off for a snooze. "I'm very well. fairly, i'm. you could cease your worrying."
But honestly, he did not glance apprehensive. He seemed dazed. "Ye put on my colors," he repeated.
"Aye, Jamie," she agreed, impatient to inform him she knew who had devoted the murders.
"What is yer identify, lass?"
"This is not any time for humor. i am attempting to inform you that i do know who killed--"
"I canna comprehend ye, lass. Is that English you are speaking?"
"It's me--Cather¬ine. do not you recognize me?"
"Cameron, I challenge."
Catie glared on the males jogging towards them. "Excuse me, yet i must check with Jamie in private."
"Who are ye, lass?" an previous guy asked.
"Catherine," she acknowledged. Why used to be all people conversing in Gaelic? Why could not Jamie comprehend English?
Jamie set her right down to the floor. "Catherine, ye willna be impolite to yer king. Apologize."
She frowned her confusion. A ribbon of worry wound up her backbone, via her abdominal and chest. "My--my king?"
Vicki Hinze is the award-winning writer of 30 novels, four nonfiction books and 1000's of articles, released in as many as sixty-three nations. She is famous by way of who is Who on this planet as an writer and as an educator. for additional information, please stopover at her site at vickihinze.com.