A Time To Love












ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-567-6
ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-501-5
Page Count: 320
Word Count: 0
MSRP: 6.00


Gifted with a mysterious antique necklace, Joanne Dunstan is magically thrust back in time, launching her on an incredible journey. Finding herself in the Scottish Highlands of 1626, she faces challenges and horrors never imagined. She also discovers friendship, honour, and love—with an arrogant Scottish Laird. Laird Connor MacKay suffers no fools. A warrior with a bitter past, he keeps his enemies, and demons, at bay. Joanne’s mysterious arrival—and her outspoken manner—will test and anguish Connor in ways he never dreamed.

Lives will be changed forever when violence and betrayal threaten their love and the peaceful clan existence.

Love is the only thing worth fighting for—but will it be enough to hold Joanne in the past?

320 Pages, Spicy
Print ISBN 1-60154-501-0

Excerpt:

“It’s all right, lass. I’ve got ye. Stop thrashin’ aboot. Yer safe now.”

Comprehending what held her, she fought violently to extract herself.

“Let me go you stupid idiot,” she screamed at her assailant whilst trying to get back her breath. “Let me go or I’ll break your damn nose.”

The sound of crunching gristle followed by a howl of stunned pain, caused the vice-like grip around her waist to loosen, giving her a chance to use her legs to push off his and glide backwards though the water. She felt better for putting distance between them, and creating space enough for her to better defend herself.

A man, no, a huge man, stood in front of her with his hand over his nose, and blood running down his chest into the water. It gave her a perverse sense of satisfaction. Euphoric over this victory, she lifted her eyes to his, and felt as though the breath was knocked out of her. Dark, piercing eyes bored into her. His face was without expression, but it needed none. His eyes told the story. He was furious.

She threatened him again, “Don’t come any closer, or I’ll, I’ll...”

“Do what? Break ma other nose?”

“No, but I’ll rearrange your balls.”

Understanding her meaning of ‘balls,’ Connor found it difficult not to smile. This woman was as crazy as a wild boar. She was cornered, irrational, and making rash judgements that would lead to her ultimate defeat. Connor began to enjoy himself, curious to see where it would lead.




Copyright © 2017 The Wild Rose Press, Inc.