Highlander Fate Series: Books 1-3: Scottish Time Travel Romances
Highlander Fate Series: Books 1-3
Scottish Time Travel Romances
Stella Knight
Contents
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Highander Fate Books 1-3
Eadan's Vow
Pronunciation Guide
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Ronan's Captive
Pronunciation Guide
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Ciaran's Bond
Pronunciation Guide
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Niall’s Bride
A Message from the Author
About the Author
Eadan’s Vow - Copyright © 2018 by Stella Knight
Ronan’s Captive - Copyright © 2018 by Stella Knight
Ciaran’s Bond - Copyright © 2018 by Stella Knight
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Highander Fate Books 1-3
EADAN’S VOW
Book One
After traveling to Scotland for a solo artist's retreat, Fiona Stewart finds herself mysteriously transported to the fourteenth century. But as she attempts to get back to her own time, complications ensue when she meets a handsome highlander who sets her heart aflame...
Forced into an engagement with the daughter of a rival clan leader, Eadan Macleay struggles to fulfill his promise to his dying father.
When he comes across a strange lass claiming to be from the future, he strikes a deal with her. If she poses as his bride to end his betrothal, he will help her return to her own time.
Amid their growing attraction and increasing danger from the rival clan, Eadan and Fiona must choose between love, duty, and the hands of fate…
RONAN’S CAPTIVE
Book Two
After a letter from her late grandmother sends Kara Forrester to Scotland to solve an ancient family mystery, she finds herself transported to fourteenth century Scotland. When she arrives on the property of a dashing medieval laird, she must convince him that he can trust her--and to work with her to prevent a looming tragedy.
Taking on the mantle of leadership of Clan Macleay in his cousin's absence, Ronan struggles with the breadth of his new duties.
When he comes across a mysterious bonnie lass on his property, he must determine if her warning of impending danger is true, of if she's using his attraction to her to play him false...
Ronan and Kara's fiery attraction--and growing love--soon puts them on a collision course with a dangerous enemy, a dark mystery, and the ever-present hands of fate...
CIARAN’S BOND
Book Three
A cryptic letter from her missing friend Fiona sends Isabelle Chapman to Scotland to find her. When she comes across a mysterious woman who claims to have answers about the local disappearances, she finds herself transported through time to fourteenth century Scotland . . . and right in the path of an outlaw highlander.
On the run from his murderous brother and his clan, Ciaran Aitharne must find a way to clear his name and reclaim his title as laird and chief. When he meets a bonnie lass with an odd tongue, his goal of returning home becomes waylaid by their instant connection.
Thrown together by circumstance, Ciaran and Isabelle must work together to combat a murderous enemy, all the while coming to terms with a love that has crossed the bounds of time--and fate...
Eadan's Vow
Highlander Fate Book One
Pronunciation Guide
Eadan - AE-dan
Ronan - ROE-nan
Magaidh - MAG-ee
Dughall - DOO-ghul
Bran - BRAN
Uisdean - OOSH-jun
Naoghas - NOO-us
Maon - MOON
Sorcha - SAWR-khə
Chapter 1
Present Day
Aberdeen, Scotland
Fiona couldn’t take her eyes off the painting. It depicted a stunning landscape from somewhere in the Scottish Highlands, rolling hills and mountains, a sprawling forest, and a pristine blue sky. Something about it drew her toward it, and she had an odd sense of déjà vu, as if she’d seen this painting before.
She blinked, pulling herself back to the present. She glanced around the tiny museum she’d found tucked away on a tiny side street in Aberdeen. Besides herself, there was a middle-aged English couple, a small group of bored-looking students with their enthusiastic teacher, and an elderly woman who kept casting surreptitious glances her way. They’d all passed this painting by; Fiona was the only one who seemed to notice it existence.
She turned her focus back to the painting, studying the label next to it: 1390, Scottish Highlands. Artist Unknown.
“An art dealer in Edinburgh discovered this at an estate sale.”
Fiona turned as the elderly museum owner, Callum, approached her with a smile.
“I knew there was something special about it,” he continued.
“It’s lovely,” Fiona said politely, though she didn’t want to get stuck talking to him. She’d already witnessed him trying to up sell kitschy souvenirs to the other tourists.
“Ah, an American,” Callum said, before she could walk away. “Where are you from?”
“Chicago.”
She decided not to mention that she was in Scotland for what was supposed to be her honeymoon. Only a few weeks ago, she’d called off her wedding after discovering her fiancé Derek cheating on her with his coworker. Fiona kept a polite smile pinned on her face, even as bitterness pierced her at the memory.
“Chicago. Lovely city I hear,” Callum said. “Never been out of Scotland myself. Always hoped to one day go to America.”
Fiona's phone chirped with a text—the perfect out. Relief flowed through her, and she gave Callum an apologetic look as she pointed to her phone, starting to step around him.
“Before you make your way out, perhaps you’d like to explore the gift shop?” Callum asked, a mercenary gleam in his eyes.
Fiona stifled a sigh. He'd gotten her; he probably didn’t care one bit about the painting. She cast one last look at it before trailing him to the adjoining gift shop, where she ended up buying several mugs and key chains she didn’t need.
As she headed out of the gift shop with her stash of souvenirs, her skin prickled at the sensation of eyes on the back of her neck. Fiona turned.
Shock roiled through her. The same elderly woman who’d kept looking at her in the museum stood in the back of the gift shop. Only now, it looked as if she’d aged down by about ten years; she had fewer wrinkles and much of the gray strands in her hair had vanished, replaced with strands of black. And Fiona was certain it was the same woman.
“Can I help you with anything else?” Callum asked eagerly, as Fiona stood frozen by the op
en doorway.
“No,” Fiona forced herself to say, before returning her focus to the woman. But the woman was no longer there. Fiona looked around, confused, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. “Have—have a good day.”
What the hell was that all about? Fiona wondered in a daze, as she stepped out onto the street, making her way to her rental car. First, the painting that had mesmerized her, striking her with that sense of déjà vu, and then the female Benjamin Button.
She’d only been in Scotland for a few days, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened until today. It surprised Fiona how much she enjoyed the country. She’d never been here before, but it felt like she was returning home after a long absence. After Derek’s betrayal, her best friend, Isabelle, had encouraged her to re-purpose this trip into a solo artist retreat of sorts. As an artist, she loved sketching and painting beautiful landscapes; Scotland had them in spades.
She’d started her trip here in Aberdeen, intending to make her way to the Highlands, where she’d stay in Inverness for a couple of days, before heading down to Glasgow and then Edinburgh, where she’d meet up with Isabelle. She planned to submit the landscapes she sketched here to an art show back in Chicago. Fiona taught art to high school students for a living, and unlike other art teachers she knew, she found her job fulfilling and enjoyed it—but sometimes she got the urge to put her works on display.
Fiona slid into her rental car, giving the museum one last glance before starting the car and driving away. She’d found it by accident after stopping for coffee at a nearby café. Despite the pushy owner, the strange woman, and the painting, she’d enjoyed visiting it and taking in the paintings and sculptures it had on display. It was the type of place Derek would have hated to visit; looking at art wasn’t one of his favorite pastimes. Now that she thought about it, that wasn’t a good sign.
She scowled as she recalled Derek’s dismissiveness of her art. He’d urged her to go into graphic design instead, insisting she’d make more money and wouldn’t have to teach. Her insistence that she liked the good old-fashioned raw materials of sketching and painting had fallen on deaf ears. But Derek hadn’t been the best listener. Or the best fiancé, she thought, with a wave of bitterness.
She’d discovered his cheating in the most cliché of ways. With the date of their wedding getting closer, things had become oddly tense between them. They’d gotten into a terrible fight over the guest list, and Fiona had gone to his apartment, prepared to offer him an olive branch. And that’s when she’d found him in bed with Karen, his coworker whom Fiona had never liked.
Looking back, what surprised her the most was her utter lack of heartbreak. She’d been humiliated, she’d cried, and she’d yelled at him when he called with pathetic excuses, but she’d not felt the level of devastation one should feel after discovering such a betrayal.
Derek had often accused her of not fully opening herself up to him, and maybe there was some truth to that. Her parents had died in a car accident when she was five, and she'd been raised by her kind yet distant Aunt Carol. Carol had died when she was in college, and ever since she’d developed the bad habit of isolating herself; closing herself off to relationships. Her relationship with Derek was an attempt to change this. So when Derek proposed after two years of dating, she’d accepted. She was twenty-eight, Derek thirty, it just seemed like the logical next step for them.
But something had never felt quite . . . right between them. Their lovemaking was okay, their relationship . . . fine, but there hadn’t been the fire she always imagined she’d feel when she met The One. Hell, she’d felt more of a pull toward that landscape painting than to her ex-fiancé.
By the time she pulled into the parking garage of her hotel, she decided to put the strange encounter at the museum behind her, along with all thoughts of her ex. She entered the candlelit lobby, averting her eyes from at least two couples engaged in full-on PDA. Her hotel was a romantic destination for honeymooners and couples; she’d had to make a rather humiliating phone call asking them to downgrade her room to a standard one from the honeymoon suite, and they’d obliged her without too many questions.
She entered her hotel room, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her chestnut brown hair had escaped from its loose bun during her drive, returning to its naturally unruly state somewhere between wavy and curly. Her light brown eyes were shadowed, and she wearily rubbed at them. Encountering that painting—and the strange woman—at the museum had affected her more than she’d thought.
She sighed, tossing her bag of useless souvenirs onto the bed. She’d already bought too many souvenirs; at this point she’d have to buy another suitcase before she left. At the thought of leaving Scotland, a sudden sadness filled her. She dreaded leaving this beautiful country with its lush landscapes, kind people, and most importantly, its long distance from Chicago—Ground Zero of her broken engagement.
Her phone rang and she glanced down at it: Isabelle. The incident at the museum had distracted her so much, she’d forgotten Isabelle had texted.
“Do you love Scotland or do you love Scotland?” Isabelle asked, as soon as Fiona answered.
Fiona grinned at Isabelle's enthusiasm. Without Isabelle's influence, Fiona would have canceled the trip altogether.
“I have to say, you were right. I love it,” Fiona said. “I’m glad I came. When did you get in?”
“Late last night. I’m a little jet-lagged,” Isabelle said, stifling a yawn, “but I can’t wait to meet up with you after I do the obligatory family meet up.”
“Tell Scott I said hi,” Fiona said. Isabelle’s brother Scott and his wife lived in Edinburgh.
“I will. And, um, he may have a couple of friends he’d like to introduce you to,” Isabelle hedged.
“No way,” Fiona said. Isabelle had been on her case to get a rebound ever since she’d told her of Derek’s betrayal. But Fiona had no intention of doing so. After the Derek disaster, she was content to be on her own. Maybe she was better off alone.
“Well. If said friends happen to be at a bar we were to visit . . .” Isabelle continued, her tone mischievous.
“I’m not here to have a fling, Isabelle,” Fiona said, scowling. “Solo artist retreat, remember? Me time, remember?”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun,” Isabelle said innocently.
“Isabelle—"
“OK, OK. I’ll tell my brother—and his wife—to lay off. Tell me what you’ve been up to so far,” Isabelle said with a sigh.
Fiona told her about the museums she’d visited and some cityscapes she’d already sketched. She left out today’s incident at the museum. She didn’t even know how she’d describe what happened. I saw a painting that hypnotized me and an old woman reverse aged in the span of minutes. I may or may not be losing my mind.