The Lord of Castlegrove Manor, heir to a vast fortune, is a studious History buff who loves reading about the years following the Roman occupation of Britain. Dissatisfied with running his extensive estate, a distraction from Bart’s boredom is his erotic dreams. No woman but his dream lover will ever offer him the satisfaction he craves.
During one of these dreams Bart wakes up miles from his comfortable existence and in the year 450AD. When he comes face to face with Haesal, he knows instantly this is the woman who has shared so many of his heated fantasies.
Most Celts have fled west to escape invaders from over the seas. Haesal and her brother have been captured by an evil barbarian and Bart comes to realise that his mission is to rescue them and return them safely to their home in Cornwall. Haesal’s belief in shapeshifters and the fairy folk helps her better understand the sudden appearance of this handsome stranger in her life who claims to have a deep knowledge of her. But can the love they find with each other survive through time and treachery?
“This is a wonderfully complex tale about a man in another time. Ms. Mc Gill is at her best describing the settings and making us feel as if we’re in ancient times, with the good and the bad – the deep forest and roman villages, the clothes and food are all brought to life for the reader. The characters are real and their story captivates… Interwoven with treachery and violence, the magic of the Celts, shape shifters and the old songs and legends, this story will sweep you into another time – one that you won’t want to leave!”
Reviewed by Jennifer Macaire for Wordweaving
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As he lowered himself beside her, his thigh touching hers, she flinched, and under the pretense of handing him the platters, shifted to put a space between them. He decided to ignore her wariness, even if he devoutly wanted to reassure her he wasn’t about to jump on her.
One dish contained chunks of cold meat, the other green leaves, similar to lettuce or cabbage. Brys took one wooden plate and put the other by his feet. He was so ravenous he would have eaten anything she gave him.
Haesal poured wine into goblets he was surprised to see were glass. There was a fine trembling in her fingers as she handed one to him and then sipped at hers. It was quite sweet, not much different to the one served with his dinner last night. But the meal was a distinct contrast to the rack of lamb, followed by cook’s delicious lemon meringue pie.
“My men found stores of food in the cellars.” Haesal turned to face him. “So we will have more of a choice by tomorrow. It seems Garth plundered all the nearby settlements. There are cattle, sheep, and hogs in enclosures within the city walls. The townspeople have been informed of his death, and soon their stolen possessions will be restored.”
Their faces were a mere hand’s width apart. The flickering light from the torches cast an ethereal glow over her. Although his staring made her nervous, he just couldn’t stop looking at her.
“I owe you everything,” she said, her gaze on her fingers twisting in her lap. “I would have taken my life, if forced to join with that monster.”
“Don’t speak so.” He shuddered. “I can’t bear the thought of what might have happened if I hadn’t arrived here in time.”
She shrugged. “I already had the potion mixed from plants I gathered along the way.” She brought her head up. “How can I ever repay you?” Her soft eyes were clouded with anxiety.
“It’s quite simple. I have deep feelings for you, and wish you to return those feelings.” Placing the dish aside, he folded her hand in his own. Panic moved visibly across her features, but she managed to control it.
Vainly she tried to free her fingers. “You are frightening me.” She tugged, but he held fast. Her lips tightened as she returned his stare with those beguiling eyes.
“Never be frightened of me.” He kept his voice gentle and, when he saw the pleading glance she sent to Rhoda, allowed her to go free. Touching her arm, he encouraged her with a look to stay in her seat. “It seems as if I have known you most of my adult life.”
“But how can that be? We only met this day. Where have you come from, Brys?” She studied him gravely.
“We have met, in dreams as vividly real as life itself. In these dreams you’ve been at my side. I can’t believe you don’t know me as well as I know you, Haesal.”
It was clear she wasn’t buying his story. “You may have dreamed of someone like me, but I have never known anyone like you in my dreams, or my life. If I had done so I would surely remember you.”