Maeve Greyson unleashes a thrilling tale of magic and desire as a feisty Southern gal falls into the arms of a rough-hewn Highland chieftain.
As the proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair knows that her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange she really is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line of time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to return to their homeland,Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful chest of Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her body, their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.
After his parents murdered, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the new chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a traitor in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops from the sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit. But when Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle in her eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for the murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love.
Trulie Sinclair, helps run a homeopathic store along with her grandmother and her sisters. She loves living in the modern world and has built her life here. But her grandmother has different plans for her and they reside in the past in the highlands. Trulie was born in the 1200’s, but had to come to modern-day. But now she knows that she is needed in the Scottish Highlands. So they make the jump back in time and lands on top of Gray MacKenna. Gray, is the chieftain the MacKenna clan, but is bent on revenge for the death of his parents. He knows that there is a traitor in his midst, he just needs to find him or her and bring them to justice. But then a young lass Trulie lands in his lap, a lass of mystical powers, a woman who is stubborn and full of determination. He can’t resist the passion he sees in her eyes, or the way she has opened his heart to other possibilities in his life. But will the revenge for his parents deaths take control or will the power of love heal the worst wounds…
Gray, is quite the hero. He hasn’t had an easy life, but knew the love of his parents, and the love they had for each other. But Gray is full of pride and bitterness, and he just doesn’t know if he has room for anything else in his life. He is protective of his clan and everyone that resides within. What did I truly admire about his character? His tenacity and the way he leads his people. You see from the beginning of the story his strength and fortitude, and such determination to find his parents killers. The way he is with Trulie is wonderful, he doesn’t deny his feelings for her…he embraces them, which was quite refreshing.
Trulie loves the modern world and all of its conveniences. She doesn’t deny how simply and easy life is. At first she is determined to stay in this time, but she knows that there is something more for her in the past, and does the right thing, even if she doesn’t understand the why. You see the way that she is the perfect match for Gray. She is no pushover, and she doesn’t stand idly by, she takes action and I love her sassy attitude. It was quite an energetic feeling you get seeing them interact with each other. Her character was charming and fun, she is quite the free spirit, but she craves what any human woman does, and I love seeing the different facets of her character.
Plot and Story Line
This is the first time I have had the opportunity to read this author. I was so grateful to have the opportunity to try this one out and I do love my sexy highlander romances, but when you add a blend of magic and time travel…and you have a winning gem of a story. Now I am a bit picky at times of time travel, but this is one that any one who loves a good romance would enjoy. This is the first in her latest series, so I definitely would recommend trying it out. My Highland Lover is a story that does have a bit of a paranormal element, with a bit of mystery and danger aspects included that really make a well-balanced read. The story in the beginning is very engaging and witty, and you don’t have a hard time with the flow of the story…at least at first. About halfway…I did struggle a little bit, I felt like the flow felt a bit staggered and now as smooth as in the beginning of the story…but it does level out and becomes more smoothly a bit later. What I truly enjoyed about this story, was how we have a balance of a mystery and a love story. There is a focus on solving some murders here, as well as a current crime, and plus we have the intense relationship between Gray and Trulie. There are some truths revealed that I didn’t see coming, and I do love a good twist that keeps you engaged. You definitely need to stick with the story, and I am so glad that I did. What I found a delight, was the historical context as well. It is very obvious that this author has done her homework and studied the era she takes us to. It was quite an enjoyable ride of passion, adventure, and magic.
Now who wouldn’t love this cover…oh my…I might just swoon. I love the pose, and man that male model…such a gorgeous body…all that muscle and sinew, that hair, and in a kilt…I mean who can resist such sexual appeal right? Then you have that majestic background of the highlands, overall one hell of a cover!
A wonderful and stimulating time travel romance that takes you to a time of magic, myths, and desire. A tale of danger, intrigue and sensuality. A DELIGHT!
Scotland—The Highlands—Thirteenth Century
Gray MacKenna jerked away from the hypnotic depths of the roiling orange embers. A cold sweat peppered his chest. He couldn’t stop his hand from shaking as he wiped the moisture from his skin. “What the hell do ye play at, Tamhas? I bid ye show me the traitor and instead ye throw me in the path of some unearthly beast?”
Tamhas didn’t look up from the worktable. His gnarled hands patiently twisted the worn stone pestle into the mixture of herbs and oils gathered in the bottom of a chipped mortar. The only sound breaking the silence of the room was the rhythmic thump and grind of stone against stone and the crackling flames eating the wood in the hearth.
Gray shuddered. “Have ye gone deaf or have ye decided to ignore when yer chieftain speaks?”
The stooped old man brought the herbal concoction closer to his nose. He squinted down into the bowl, barely shook his head, then leaned once again into the grinding motion. When Tamhas still failed to respond, Gray strode to the door of the cramped dwelling and threw it open wide to the cold, clear night. He needed air, fresh, clean air to wash away the disturbing vision wrought by Tamhas’s strange incense and the smoke-filled chamber.
“Return to the bench, m’chieftain, so I might treat yer wounds.”
The old man’s words reawakened the throbbing pain burning down one side of Gray’s back. “Uncover the window first. I canna stomach more of yer wicked smoke.” Gray remained rooted in the open doorway. The muted greens and grays of the night-shrouded Highlands rolled out before him.
Gray glanced back over one shoulder at the old man still standing behind the bench. Perhaps he shouldha sought his answers from the only thing soothing his soul of late. His beloved Highlands wouldha come far closer to revealing the fiend seeking the end of his clan than the damned old man with his magic and strange smoke. “I need clean air, old man. Either throw open the shutter or step outside to treat m’wounds. Yer wretched cave seeks t’smother me.”
“As ye wish.” A muffled thud sounded, followed by a beam of golden light pouring from the small round portal carved into the hillside.
“Come, m’chieftain,” Tamhas called again. “Once the poultice draws the pain from yer burns, the smoke will no longer offend ye.”
Gray slowly turned back into the room. The low ceiling of the domesticated cave nearly brushed the top of his head. The hovel was so small that if Gray swung his sword in a circle, the tip of the blade would surely carve a line in each of the walls. A shiver burned through the blistered skin covering more than half his back and spreading down one side. Gray flinched. The pain of raw, stinging flesh nay bothered him nearly as much as the sensation of walking into a tomb. How could Tamhas endure such a place?
No one has the power to shatter your dreams unless you give it to them. That’s been Maeve Greyson’s mantra since she was a girl. When she’s not at the full time day job at the steel mill, Maeve’s writing romances about sexy Highlanders and the women who tame them. Tucked away in a five acre wood, Maeve listens to the wind singing through the trees and hears her characters telling their stories. Her work is proofed by her sharp-eyed dog, Jasper, and her greatest supporter is her long suffering husband of over thirty-five years who’s learned not to throw away any odd sticky notes filled with strange phrases.