Museum director Tasha Banner needs a miracle. Without a great deal of luck and even more money, the pioneer museum will close. But when they demonstrate a Scottish New Year’s tradition, a tall, dark, and yummy stranger walks through the door. Have the faeries sent her a miracle wrapped around the man of her dreams or will altering time bring disaster to them all?
Blacksmith Dougal MacBride walks into his home after a long day and finds strangers celebrating Hogmanay when it’s just days before Christmas. Confused beyond belief and incredibly aroused by the curvaceous bundle in front of his hearth, he is torn between the need to return to his time or remain in the present with the woman who may be his soul mate.
“Lass, I be wanting to talk to ye.”
“Okay. What do you want to talk about?”
Dougal shrugged. He wanted her to keep touching him. To tell him all the parts of his body while she explored every inch of him. But the way she had pulled away a minute ago, he had to move slowly. “I be apologizing for kissing yer hand.”
Tasha looked him straight in the eye. “Not a problem.”
“The way ye pulled away, it be a problem.”
“Look, Dougal, I was leading you on, and I shouldn’t have.”
He stood and crossed over to the rope bed, “I like being led.”
Passion filled her eyes as a wicked smile formed on her lips. “Yes, but we’re from different times, and I shouldn’t be pressuring you.”
He laughed. “Yer not pressuring me into anything I not be wanting.”