Search-and-rescue officer Amy MacDougall fears being trapped – both in small, dark places and in a relationship. But while chaperoning a high school trip to Scotland, she’s forced to confront her claustrophobia to save a student in a castle dungeon. And when a magical rock in the ruins catapults her through time to 1307 AD, she’s alarmed to come face-to-face with a handsome Scottish warrior.
Highlander Craig Cambel refuses to trust anyone after the MacDougall clan kidnapped and assaulted his sister. So when he discovers a beautiful woman in a secret tunnel in the stronghold he’s infiltrating, he locks her up to prevent her from warning the enemy. But when she proves helpful to his people despite being a MacDougall, he can’t stop his icy mistrust melting into desire.
As Amy searches for a way back home, she finds her phobia of commitment fading and falls for the brave Scot. But when Craig learns the mysterious woman isn’t who he thought she was, all his dark doubts reignite.
Will the distance of centuries shatter their hearts forever, or will they give in to destiny and build a happy future?
Highlander’s Captive is the enchanting first book in the Called by a Highlander time travel romance series. If you like courageous warriors, quick-witted heroines, and lush historical details, then you’ll adore Mariah Stone’s passionate story.
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Dunollie Castle, Lorne, Scotland, 1296
The fiery cross burned.
Boom. Boom. Boom. The sound of hundreds of palms beating against drums reverberated in Craig Cambel’s chest, his heart slamming with the rhythm.
Behind him waited two hundred Cambel clansmen. Every single one had answered the ancient call of the cross in flames which stood next to the clan chief’s horse.
The call to bloodshed.
The call to restore lost honor.
The call to rescue a loved one.
Dunollie Castle loomed before Craig, the seat of the MacDougall clan. It had four curtain walls, a gate right in front of the Cambels, and a simple square tower of three floors built into the right corner. On the roof and on the walls, archers stood at the ready, strings taut, arrows pointed at Craig and his men.
But Cambel fire arrows prepared to answer. The battering ram was in place before the gate. Long siege ladders, some repaired, some newly constructed, held tightly.
Sir Colin Cambel, the chief of the clan and Craig’s grandfather, raised one arm, and the drums silenced as one.
“John MacDougall!” His cry carried far, into the leaden sky, echoing from the rocks and the walls. “Show yerself!”
Archers shifted up on the roof, giving way. A man appeared between them.
“Cambel,” he cried. “Did ye come to return my lands?”
“The lands were granted to me by King John Balliol and are nae yers no more.”
“Aye, ye were too eager to accept them. Dinna forget ye’re still my vassal.”
“Seems ’tis ye who forgets things. Things like honor. Things like keeping yer word. Things like protecting yer vassals.”
“I owe no protection to thieves.”
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