Published by Mayfair Publishing on April 25th 2017
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Helping her aunt organize a Beltane Festival in a picturesque Highland village seems like the perfect escape from Anna’s second broken engagement and the meltdown that wrecked her legal career. But to succeed, she’ll need to wrangle kilt-wearing villagers, dangerous sheep, a disaster of a dog, and the reclusive laird who refuses to open his property to the public for the ancient tradition of “Sighting.”
For centuries, Loch Fàil in Balwhither has been known to locals as a ‘thin’ place, one where the veil between worlds peels back on Beltane morning to reveal the face of a person's one true love. The tradition could draw tourists by the busload, but that’s exactly what Connal MacGregor fears will expose the two secrets he's been desperate to keep hidden.
As Anna struggles to mediate between the needs of the village and Connal’s need to protect his identity and his child, she finds herself falling in love with all of them: Connal and his daughter, the magical glen, the villagers. But day by day, opening herself to love exposes deep scars from Anna’s childhood, and confronting those wounds could finally set her free--or endanger her every chance of happiness.
Anna blinked at him like an owl. “It was a joke.”
He leaned closer. “I know that,” he said, his breath fanning across her cheek. “So was mine.”
This was flirting. He was flirting with her, wasn’t he? Or was he?
Maybe he said things like this to every woman.
See? This was why it was treacherous to be around a man like Connal.
Anna stared back, unable to come up with a single word to say. Mercifully, the bell jangled again above the door, and Connal glanced across the room. “Here’s Elspeth. I suppose we should go through and get the meeting started.”
Anna blinked again and took another long, slow sip of spiked coffee that scalded her tongue, seared warmth down into her stomach, and left her disoriented. At least, it must have been the whiskey’s fault. Another explanation would have involved admitting that it was Connal as much as the Scotch, and that was inconceivable. Men hadn’t had this kind of an effect on her since high school. Since college.
She’d grown up since Henry. Grown more rational since Henry. And she’d learned a thing or two about not taking actors at face value.