Kyra was a twenty-one year old young woman, who just finished undergrad school, and was super excited to start law school in September. She was beautiful, vibrant and smart. She was born and raised in America, but Scottish blood ran in her veins. In the summer of 2014, Kyra wanted to visit the country where her ancestors once walked the earth, and she bought herself a ticket to Scotland. Kyra did not know that her fate was already written thousands of years ago, and according to the written prophecies, she was to go back to her homeland, and claim her rightful place as the Princess Druidess, the prophecies never lie, for it is written in stone that she will return. Kyra falls into a time warp and finds herself in the year 1214, and betrothed to a powerfull and handsome warrior, that takes her breath away. Michael was the Prince of the Druids, and cheif to the MacAlister clan, of Castle Lennox of Sterlingshire. Michael was the strongest and most powerful Druid in all of Scotland. He was born to a life of privledge, and bound by ancient laws, he was powerfully arrogant, and feircely sensual, and was loved by all the woman of the land. His life was perfect, until he met his true soulmate, Kyra, and she turned his life upside down. Cheif Douglas Alexander of Bruce Castle Morayshire gifted Prince Michael his daughter, to unite their kingdoms and bring peace once again on their land, but she was a spitfire and untamable, and Michael fought monsters, dark forces and black magic just to claim her heart, and make her his, for he knew that they were destined to be together, and he would stop at nothing to posses her.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

Charlotte Claridge lives a life dictated by her stepmother's whims. Sent to live with one family member after another, she finally arrives in Scotland, on the doorstep of a crumbling estate abandoned by its owner. With her aunt, she spends her days mending curtains and peeling potatoes, a quiet existence that changes with the appearance of a carriage bearing a coat of arms. From out of the carriage falls Lord Hartley Cowden, Baron Aldburgh. Drunk, unconscious, and bleeding, Charlotte and her aunt carry him into his ancestral home. As he recovers in Charlotte's care, Hartley confesses to a crime that nearly sent him spiralling towards his grave. But can she entrust him with her own secrets while coaxing him back from the dead?

Blayne "Blay" Shaw is a woman graced with beauty, passion, and a painful secret that haunts her mind. The daughter of The Lion, she is used to being revered and protected, until she makes a fatal mistake that sends her life wayward-and into a situation she never thought she would be put in; being kidnapped. Through sheer desperation and fury, she retaliates against her attackers and escapes, not realizing that her actions hold a dark consequence. Finding a drunk woman, stumbling around the woods she had just set aflame, is not what Alec McGregor expected to see when he is warned of danger. Assumed to be a rake who seduces anything with legs, Alec has a reputation that deceives his calculative mind-and his love of solving mysteries, which is precisely what this inebriated woman gives him...until things turn from chaotic to dangerous. No longer is Alec trying to figure out who she is, but now he's faced with helping her come to terms with her past-and faced with coming to terms with his own feelings for a woman who could not be more wrong for him. When Blay realizes her family is in true danger, they begin to realize their feelings for each other are growing, yet their battles are different. Alec wants nothing more than to help the insane woman he's come to care for, but when she won't accept his help with even the slightest task, her stubbornness may drive her right into the arms of danger itself.

Riley had a pull to Scotland. She didn't know why. Until an accident causes Riley to move, from her small town tucked away in the south of England, to Scotland. While visiting the almost ruins of a old castle, with a romantic yet tragic legend. A legend where she is the key.

For Kirstin Croft, the lowlands of Scotland have always been a sanctuary for protecting her sense of virtue and purity. After she becomes involved in an unfortunate occurrence with Laird Lachlan of the Bateson Clan, her sanctuary begins to break into pieces and she experiences a loss of innocence. It is only when Lachlan makes her a servant of his manor within the highlands and includes Kirstin in the growing tensions with a bordering clan, that she discovers a hidden truth.

Samhain. All Hallows' Eve. The most mystical night of the year. The time when the veil between the worlds became perilously thin. And with a full moon overhead, this awesome power reaches its climactic height. Sorcha had no time for mystical nonsense - there were enough challenges in navigating the mine-field of her mother's vicious temper and the most important event of her young life. For, at long last, she had left Edinburgh to see the world. She and her mother were visiting the elegant city of Bath. Sorcha was wearing the finest dress she'd seen - and she was stepping into a life she'd only dreamt of. But when Johnny's eyes meet hers, and jealous rivals vow revenge, that delicate layer between what is and what once was rips. It shreds like the fragile thread of one's life. One Scottish Lass is the first novella in the regency time travel romance trilogy. It is 116 pages / 18,000 words. The second novella in the series is A Time Apart. The first two novellas end in cliffhangers, while the third provides a happy ending. The series then will continue in another trilogy - those will be coming out over the coming weeks. These stories are teen-friendly with no explicit language, violence, or intimacy. All proceeds benefit battered women's shelters. Note that for those who prefer reading books in all-in-one form, each trio of novellas will also be compiled as a completed box set once all three are done. It just means you have to be patient and wait for me to finish writing all of them :). For those who prefer to read along as I write, and offer suggestions for me to shape the plot, these novellas are here for your enjoyment! Either way, I'd love to hear your feedback on the storyline and characters.

Brynn had learned she had inherited a Castle, that is run currently also as B&B. With a friendly ghost. :)

King Robert and his Queen Chesia find themselves facing a much bigger treat than they originally thought. With the barbarian leader and his army of men killing off most of the Royal army, including their son John; Robert takes drastic measures to insure the safety of the only living heir to his throne, his daughter, by sending her to reside with her aunt half way across the world in Jenieva - if she can make it there.

Lass / Lassie: Scots, meaning lady or girl "Oh my good lord!" Chloe thought, "Kilt!" she let out a small sigh, her thoughts turning somersaults as she took in the broad wool covered calves leading to thick hairy knees and the hemline of a deep red and green plaid. "MacGregor," she pondered "is the largest example of the male species I've ever laid eyes on, almost unreal, like the stuff of legends." Her thoughts swayed with the swing of his kilt. "Are you feeling the heat now lass?" *Contains mature, graphic sexual content and description. Not for virgin eyes!*