Warrior of the Highlands
A modern-day woman is wrenched through time and ends up in the arms of a warrior fated for a tragic destiny in the third novel in the Highlands series.
While doing research for her dissertation, graduate student Haley Fitzpatrick stumbles upon a strange artifact— which sends her back in time to 17th century Scotland and into the path of the notorious Alasdair MacColla, a warrior known for his enormous physical presence and bloodthirsty reputation.
Assuming that this woman with the mysterious accent is an enemy spy, MacColla promptly kidnaps her. But Haley’s beauty and courage strike a chord in the Highlander, making him desire things he wasn’t aware existed.
At first Haley’s frightened by her imposing captor. But she soon discovers that MacColla is much more than the brute that modern history describes, and decides she’s meant to be by his side. But unless she can find a way to change the past, the warrior she’s fallen for is destined to meet a tragic end…
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Reviewed for queuemyreview.com; book release Jan09 Do you dream of braw Highlanders, time travel, and a hint of witchcraft? If so, then you should enjoy Veronica Wolff’s “Warrior of the Highlands ... Read full review
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