Forged in Dreams and Magick by Kat Bastion
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.
Excitement for the impending encounter kept me awake. Thoughts lit up my mind about what we’d find; how the enemy would handle our preemptive strike; and where, in all the action, I would be. What role would I play?
I fidgeted against Velloc’s chest, nervous energy releasing from my body. I sighed, trying to sink into numb mindlessness. He lay there calmly, never flinching, his breaths steady and even. I draped an arm and leg over him, pulling myself further into his body heat. He wrapped an arm around me, beneath my fur, rubbing callused fingertips up and down my back. The gesture soothed me.
“Yes, Isobel.” His low, graveled voice uttered my name like a growled purr.
“Will I be in the fight?” I asked.
“No.” He stopped caressing, his hand gripping my back tight.
“What would you have me do? Where will I be?” I wondered.
“You want to see the battle, but I need to feel you’re safe for me to fight without distraction. You’ll watch from a high vantage point.”
“But you trained me to fight. I can help,” I countered. A sudden need to be involved erupted from somewhere deep within, the undeniable urge surprising me.
Velloc shook his head sharply. “Our numbers are great enough. One woman will make no difference to the outcome either way.”
His meaning hit me with the silencing force of a sucker punch to the stomach. He hadn’t meant the insult, but the gravity of my plight flowed heavy in my veins, weighing on my heart.
What if I didn’t matter? Could my presence be a giant fluke? Had I been nothing more than casual entertainment . . . a diversion to alleviate the boredom of those that created the game? Skopius and Orion had indicated that I played a vital role. They said my very existence mattered.
I pressed my lips on Velloc’s bare chest, breathing in his masculine scent as my thoughts coalesced. My journey had been more than a coincidental fall down time’s rabbit hole.
Nothing had been written in stone of my outcome. I still lived, affecting lives in two worlds. No way in hell would I simply lie down, letting the events unfolding around me dictate my fate.
Isobel MacInnes remained the same feisty woman who’d fought for her place in a man’s academic field in the twenty-first century. That fighter inside me would carve her place in every realm until my very last breath.
I spread an open palm across Velloc’s chest, feeling his heart beat strongly beneath my splayed fingers. Forces beyond my control may have landed me here, but I had a mission to accomplish.
The people closest to me had become my priority, but they’d also played a large part in shaping the woman I’d become. Iain, Velloc, Skorpius, and Orion—they’d all had a hand in changing me. Not only had I grown as a woman, I’d become a warrior.
Those yin–yang angels had said the role I played was as an observer.
My lips, still pressed against his skin, spread into a confident smile. I inhaled the sweet scent of victory before it had been granted, knowing it would.
“Velloc, you couldn’t be more wrong.” The statement flowed out as a whispered conviction. “One woman will make all the difference in the world.”
Q: Romance readers have a lot of choices these days. What makes Forged in Dreams and Magick stand out in the crowd?
A: An award-winning debut in the Highland Legends Series, Forged in Dreams and Magick isn’t your mother’s Highlander novel. The unique story line not only brings our spirited heroine into two richly detailed time periods, but weaves a creative new paranormal aspect into a highly sensual, action-adventure romance.
Q: We like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from Forged in Dreams and Magick?
A: My favorite quote from Forged in Dreams and Magick is:
“Markers in my journey, every guidepost had simply showed me the way. I went down the path, choosing right or left at forks in the road, but the doorways did not define me. My actions every step of the way determined my course, revealing the person that existed inside.”
About Kat Bastion
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 at www.talktotheshoe.com, her website at www.katbastion.com, and her Twitter account at https://twitter.com/KatBastion for more information.
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