The Laird Wild Heather Book 1 Timeslip novel.

 Ms McGill skilfully weaves her timeslip novel which takes the reader from near Stirling in the present day to dark age Scotland.

Andrew McAlister, a self-made Australian millionaire in Melbourne, is summoned to his family’s ancestral castle in Scotland, by his aunts. His uncle, the laird, from whom he will inherit the property and title is bed-ridden near death. His personal assistant, Elizabeth Parker, who reads historical non-fiction about Scottish history and law and speaks Gaelic, persuades him to take her with him. When Andrew arrives, he is shocked when he enters the building. It is dilapidated, icy cold and needs repair. Liz wants to visit all the places of historical interest within a hundred mile radius. His aunt tells him: “…in spring heather covers the hills with purple. Some foreigners think it is a savage land, but we’ve hidden glens where torrents of water rushes through them. An’ there’s gently rolling hills and mighty mountains. Liz says the castle is steeped in history and there’s something romantic about one of his ancestors, Travis who wears a kilt in his portrait, also there there’s something about bagpipes that really stir the soul.

In an attic she finds a brooch with the family motto, Commit thy soul to God. It is a portal which takes them through a door to a room in which a fire roars in a huge fireplace. Andrew and Liz have been transported to the first McAlister castle in 1,050 A.D.

Travis, the Laird seizes the portal which they are desperate to retrieve and return to the 21st century. Travis, betrothed to a girl to ensure peace with another clan, suspects them of being spies. His first impulse is to execute them, but he is besotted by Liz. Entangled in heathen webs of hate violence, hate and unwanted sexual tensions Andrew and Liz struggle to come to terms with the savage land and each other to survive.   

 

 

  

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