Mackenzie Stewart’s in Scotland for a much-needed vacation. During the castle tour, Mackenzie becomes completely enamored with a painting of one of the previous lairds. Two gentlemen come up behind her and, begging her pardon, they kidnap her, dragging her through time.
Word Count: 110,428
Genre: Paranormal/Time Travel Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Melody Lane, November 2010
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
It was the same dream. Mackenzie was exhausted and jet lagged, and had figured she’d sleep like the dead, but it was the same dream. There was nothing remotely frightening about it, but she still woke afraid. Every time. It felt too real. The man was too real. He had cold blue eyes and blond hair and glared at her from across a crowded room. People danced in colorful costumes, but she never could make out anyone’s face…all she could see was the anger and hate radiating from the man with the blue eyes. And she was drawn to him like a magnet to steel.
She’d been having the same dream since she was a teenager, but it still left her with that familiar feeling of fear when she woke. Today, Mackenzie woke up in an unfamiliar room, and to the misty grey light of a Scottish morning. Scotland! She was on vacation in Scotland! How could she possibly have forgotten that? The joy of her vacation released her from the annoying fear of a non-nightmare. That’s what she’d taken to calling the dream, for it wasn’t really a dream, but neither was it a nightmare. The excitement was apparently too much for her best friend Jenna, who was in the neighboring suite, because she knocked, well banged, really, on the door and hollered,
“Wake up Sleeping Beauty! Don’t make me drag you out of bed!!! Our tour of the castle starts in less than ten minutes! Did you know that they’ve filmed movies at this castle? I want to see the sets
“I’m up, I’m up!” Mackenzie smiled as she let her impatient friend into the room. “Gimme five minutes, and a cup of coffee…then we can go. Deal?”
“Deal. And I brought you a cup of coffee.” Jenna held the coffee towards Mackenzie, knowing her best friend needed at least a pot to get going in the morning.
“You know me so well.”
Really it was more like fifteen minutes and two cups of coffee since Mackenzie made more coffee with the complimentary coffee pot in her room. But Jenna and Mackenzie had been friends since elementary school, so she knew it wouldn’t bother Jenna in the slightest that they were a little late joining the tour. Mackenzie had even sacrificed her fashion sense by wearing tennis shoes rather than the trendy wedged espadrilles that had cost more than the last tune-up on her car! They hustled off to the lobby, where the receptionist had told them in her lilting Scottish accent…so musical to American ears…that the group should be in the castle’s Art Gallery by now, and pointed the way.
The art gallery was really the second floor of what was probably the ballroom, or billeting room according to the tour guide. On one side was the balcony looking down over the ballroom, which was now a five star restaurant, and on the other side were floor to ceiling bookshelves with oil paintings of every lord and lady who had ever resided in the Eilean Donan Castle. It was a half circle that had benches and arm chairs scattered every so often. Once they had walked through what Mackenzie thought of as a loft, they approached the tour, which was halfway across the gallery.
“Wow,” gushed Jenna, “I can’t believe that we’re in a real castle! They say it’s haunted by the ghost of the last laird, whatever that is. Supposedly, he died miserable and alone, pining away for his lost love. No one knows what happened to him.” She sighed dramatically. “It’s so romantic. Maybe we’ll meet a handsome prince and he’ll sweep us away into a fairy tale romance!”
Mackenzie smiled patiently at her friend’s enthusiasm. Ever practical, Mackenzie said, “But if there’s only one prince, how will we decide who gets him? Besides, I think the last guy who lived here was a lord or an Earl or something, not a prince.”