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Time for a Highlander
Forty-five-year-old history teacher Bethany Anne Anderson wasn't supposed to die on her dream vacation to Scotland. Someone else was supposed to rescue the child from the falling druid stone. But she's perfectly fine with moving on to the hereafter. She has loved ones waiting for her. Then Tobias Morie, better known as Fate, steps in. Her intervention has changed the future. Before she can move on, she must first help him correct one of his own mistakes. That's fine until she wakes up in 1643 in the body of twenty-year-old Lady Elspeth Frasier. Worse, she's engaged to the very handsome, very young, very virile Quinton MacLeod. But that's not all Fate demands. She must give the Highland laird the heir he’d originally been denied.
Quinton MacLeod loved once. He won't do it again, even if he had time for such nonsense. With the Highland lairds divided between loyalty to their beloved country and the English king, he seeks only peace—in his keep and in his heart. But raised in England and a ward of the enemy, his beautiful new wife has strange notions of education and cleanliness that cause chaos within both. There's also the matter of her very unlady-like views on the marriage bed, which, come to think of it, he's more than happy to overlook. If only he could trust her.
“And those times, when ye pain gets ta be ta hard ta bear, then ye can lean on me, my Beth, and I’ll share it with ye. Just promise me ye’ll stay.” SWOON! Quinton is the perfect alpha hero! Tough as nails on the surface but a romantic at heart. Time For a Highlander by Maxine Mansfield took me on a journey through time along with Beth, and like her, I did not want to return.
A pleasant surprise.
Seriously I giggled when Beth died. Sounds harsh, right? I promise I’m not cold hearted. Fate seriously was the perfect way to start the story. I love quirky characters in books and boy did he satisfy. Although our heroine dying in chapter one was sad, her inner monologue was just so amusing. At least she died on a grand tour of Scotland.
Beth’s back story is a sad tale. I loved that she is not the typical romance heroine (in the beginning anyway). Her flashbacks really are heartbreaking and if I could reach in through the words on the page and strangle her ex husband, I would totally do it. She is a broken woman because of him and Fate (also called Tobias) gives her a chance to live again, but in a totally different body and a totally different time period. It really was a cool way to redeem oneself for sure.
Enter Mr. Alpha
Holy hotness! If you look up Alpha Hero in the dictionary, you’ll find Quinton MacLeod’s name there. I loved this man (sorry Beth) and even though it was bit heavy with the Scottish dialect, he was still endearing.
Top 5 reasons why I love him.
1. Um hello, Highlander. Tough as nails.
2. Ooey gooey soft center. Romantic, who knew?
3. He (tries) orders her around. Yeah right, pal.
4. Honor. All that Scots duty to home and family.
5. Witty. We all love a brick wall with a sense of humor.
Seriously, it ends happily, but then not really.
I am a little frustrated about the ending. Without giving too much away, I feel a little bereft. Happy for Beth, but couldn’t we get just a little more closure? All that re-writing history happens, well because she did travel back in time and changed things. So, the timeline shifts a little, but still.
Anyways, entertaining story with highs and lows. A new-to-me author that did not disappoint.
Quint watched his wife sleeping peacefully at his side and smiled. Beth was as beautiful in slumber as she was wide awake, even more so, probably. At least in sleep, the worry lines that creased the length of her forehead these last few sennights were relaxed and gone. And though he had no doubt it was a case of pure exhaustion and not simply his presence in the bed that allowed her to rest so deeply, he was still thankful.
He caressed her soft cheek, kissed the top of her head, and breathed in the scent of fresh soap and warm woman. God, how he loved her.