Title: Forged in Dreams and Magick (Highland Legends, #1)
Author: Kat Bastion
Release date: September 23, 2013
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Paranormal Romance / Time Travel
Event organized by: AToMR Tours
Isobel MacInnes wakes up in present-day California, lunches in medieval Scotland, and by ten days’ end, falls in love with a man and his country, only to lose them in a heart-wrenching twist of fate . . .
Found in the arms of her second soul mate . . .
Forced to balance the delicate strands of time between two millennia . . .
Shocked by revelations rewriting the very foundations of history . . . of everything.
Isobel, a rising-star archaeology student, is dropped into two ancient worlds without warning . . . or her permission. Her fiery spirit resists the dependency thrust upon her. Amid frustration at her lack of control, she helplessly falls in love. Twice.
She struggles to adjust to the unimaginable demands of two leaders of men—a laird in the thirteenth-century Highlands and a Pict chieftain in a more ancient Scotland. Isobel transforms from an academic, hell-bent on obtaining archaeological recognition, to a woman striving to care for those she loves, and ultimately . . . into a fearless warrior risking everything to protect them.
About the Author:
Kat Bastion is an award-winning paranormal romance writer, poetic warrior, and eternal optimist who loves getting lost in the beauty of nature.
On a never-ending, wondrous path of self-discovery, Kat throws her characters into incredible situations with the hope that readers join her in learning more about the meaning of life and love.
Her first published work, Utterly Loved, was shared with the world to benefit others. All proceeds from Utterly Loved, and a portion of the proceeds of all her other books, support charities who help those lost in this world.
Kat lives with her husband amid the beautiful Sonoran Desert of Arizona. Visit her Blog, her Website, Facebook and Twitter for more information.
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Velloc dismounted and moved to my side. I slid off my horse into his waiting arms. He kissed the top of my head, lacing his fingers with mine as we walked together, settling the horses by a tree. Once he’d secured their reins, he turned, gazing into my eyes. Tears had welled up in those dark pools that had always held undefeatable confidence. He cupped my face and brushed his lips softly against mine before kissing me with more tenderness than ever.
I smiled against his lips, nipping them softly as I pulled away to look up at the man I loved. “Velloc, you won’t lose me.” With my wild history, I had no basis for the claim, but I felt it deep in my bones.
He sighed. “You are my world, Isobel. Know that.”
I nodded, glancing beyond his shoulder, searching for the words to explain my jumbled mess of emotions as I tried to hold it together. I gazed back into those loving eyes. “Velloc, you are everything to me too. In this world. I don’t know what I’m meant to be . . . or why I’m even here. The box’s magick has a hold on me. I’m bound to it—controlled by it in a way I don’t yet understand.”
His arms banded around me, crushing me into his chest. A painful lump burned at the base of my throat. My arms slid around his waist, and I clutched him tightly, not wanting to let go.
Indecision had never been a part of my makeup, but at that moment, I wanted to call the whole thing off and go home with the man who held me in a death grip as if he feared losing me forever. What if his worst thoughts were justified? The man holding me was something real and true, a certainty amid a thousand unknowns.
My confidence waned, his anxiety seeping into my skin. I closed my eyes, burying my face into his neck, inhaling his scent, memorizing everything about the man who’d become my rock in a turbulent sea.
I inhaled a shaky breath. “Velloc . . . I can’t imagine my life without you.”
As if an unseen force watched from afar, the pressure to move forward increased. The microscopic grains in the hourglass had collected to such a mass, the weight of time itself fell heavy on my shoulders, bearing down on my heart and soul. The urgent need to flip the timekeeper—to restart the clock—had become undeniable, even as I failed to understand why.