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Informationen zum Autor A native of rural central Maine, Janet Chapman (1956–2017) lived in a cozy log cabin on a lake with her husband, three cats, and a stray young bull moose. The author of the hugely popular Highlander time-travel series, she also wrote numerous contemporary romances. Klappentext Fans of Outlander will love this sexy Scottish romance about a doctor who falls in love with a medieval highlander trapped in the modern world. A runaway beauty finds love in the brawny arms of a handsome stranger... Talented surgeon Libby Hart is fleeing to Pine Creek, Maine, when her car spins out of control and crashes into a pond. She is rescued by Michael MacBain, a medieval highlander trapped in the modern world by a wizard’s spell. Wounded in love once before by a modern woman, Michael wants nothing to do with Libby, but he can’t resist the intense desire she stirs within him. Can this proud warrior pledge his heart to a woman whose secret threatens to change their lives forever? Leseprobe Wedding the Highlander Chapter One Pine Creek, Maine, October 22 Ashout woke him as he spiraled through the horrific void, twisting and clawing to find something of substance to hold on to. But there was only blinding white light and the terror of knowing his fate was beyond his control. Michael MacBain opened his eyes, held himself perfectly still, and listened to the silence broken only by his own labored breathing. He slowly sat up and scrubbed the sweat from his face, then untangled his legs from the sheet, threw back the cover, and stood. He walked to the window, lowered the top sash, and took slow, metered breaths of the crisp October air, letting it wash over his quivering muscles. A full two minutes passed before his heart finally calmed and his head cleared. Michael sighed into the night. All was right with the world, he decided as he stared into the darkness; the moon-washed mountains still cast their shadow over his farm, the stars still shone from the heavens, his house stood peaceful. And his son, Robbie, was safe in his bed, and John was sleeping downstairs. Michael scrubbed his face again with tired impatience. The dreams were becoming more detailed. And far more frequent. They started with Maura—with her funeral. In the dream, Michael would see himself crouched on the hillside, hidden from the MacKeages, watching them bury his woman outside the fence that separated the sinners from the decent. Ian MacKeage was placing his daughter in unhallowed ground. And as they covered Maura with unholy dirt and the dream progressed, Michael would relive the anger and utter impotency he had felt that day. She hadn’t killed herself—she’d wandered onto the rotten ice of the loc by mistake because of the snowstorm. She’d been coming to him, running away from her clan to get married, so their child would be born with the blessing of the church. And from there, the dream would change to his confrontation with Ian MacKeage that fateful day eight hundred years ago. Michael’s feelings of heartbreak had been compounded by Ian’s harsh reprisals. Michael had walked away, unable to reason with Maura’s father. Aye, it was then he had decided to go to war. The dream would shift rapidly, this time to a gleann not far from the MacKeage keep. Greylen, Ian, Morgan, and Callum MacKeage were on their way home from talks with the MacDonalds, looking smug in their success at gaining the other clan’s aid against the MacBains. And so Michael and his five warriors had attacked—and his dream turned into a nightmare hellish enough to curdle a warrior’s blood. The storm descended upon them without warning. The sounds of battle turned into a frenzy of shouting men, screaming horses, and deafening thunder. A godless wind came first, roaring down fro...
