Title: My San Francisco Highlander
Series: Finding My Highlander
Author: Aleigha Siron
Genre: Time-Travel Romance
Published: August 23, 2017
TIRGEARR PUBLISHING
A love three hundred years in the making — After being
knocked out in battle, Angus Cameron wakes in a terrifying
new world with flying beasts, horseless carriages, crazy
music, and strangely dressed people. Has he gone mad?
When Angel Adair discovers a man in 1975's San Francisco
Lands End park dressed in little more than a Scottish kilt, is
he just a confused drifter or her dream-lover come to life?
A love three hundred years in the making — After being
knocked out in battle, Angus Cameron wakes in a terrifying
new world with flying beasts, horseless carriages, crazy
music, and strangely dressed people. Has he gone mad?
When Angel Adair discovers a man in 1975's San Francisco
Lands End park dressed in little more than a Scottish kilt, is
he just a confused drifter or her dream-lover come to life?
Dam that book needed
a warning. But it was one heck of a
story. So well written and thought out. It
was as if retelling
events that had really happened. But as I said it did need
a warning one box of tissues needed. If you are an
emotional reader you will need
them.
This is Angel’s story
and how she met her highlander Brian.
The book starts on a sad note, but gets
great from there as
Brian tries to acclimate to 300 years in the future. But
even
as things seem to get better Angel is still missing her
brother. He served
in the military and did not come back the
same. The things Angel goes through
will bring tears to your
eyes. It is as if she has to suffer losses to get to
her happy
ending. Sometimes it’s a hard road getting there with lots of
ruts
and potholes along the way. I don't think I would have
survived what she went
through. But hopefully Brian will be
in time to help. You'll have to read to
find out.
Now before I ruin
this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as I
did. If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors
really like it
when you do; they value your opinions too
A loud crash and scream of alarm had him rushing to the front office. Two men dressed in heavy, dirty boots, black attire except for the silver studs and chains on their garb, and black leather caps on their heads, yelled at Angel. “Now, be quiet hot
stuff. If you give us the drugs, we’ll only play with you a little while before we leave.”
Rage burned through Brian’s limbs. The flash of sharp-edged knives drew his attention to the men’s hands. One of the ruffians held Angel with one arm wrenched behind her back and a knife at her throat. Something about them clicked his memory, throwing him back to the first day he’d arrived in San Francisco.
He stepped into the room. “Let the lass go. She cannae help ye.” Brian held his hands loosely at his sides, a sharp double-edged sgian dubh tucked behind closed fingers in his right hand.
“Well, lookey what we have here, a fairy in a skirt.” Brain wore his kilt several days a week and Granny had managed to procure a second one for him. It generated no shortage of bold approaches from both men and women when he donned his kilt, but he hated the chaffed, confining feel of modern day pants.
The second man wrapped a chain around his hand and clutched it in a menacing fist. “Give us the drugs, and we might let you watch as we play with this lovely flower. Perhaps we’ll even let you take a turn if you’re man enough.”
The first man snarled, “Get moving,” he pushed Angel still holding the blade at her throat. All the blood had drained from her face, but she didn’t shriek or faint. What a brave lass.
“I’ll give ye what ye want, just let the lady go.” Brian moved slightly toward the door and closer to the man advancing with Angel in his grasp.
“A lady. De ya hear that, Carl. That’s a laaady you’re hold’en.” His laugh held no note of fear. It was clear they thought they had the upper hand, but Brian had faced worse ruffians than these bullies.
stuff. If you give us the drugs, we’ll only play with you a little while before we leave.”
Rage burned through Brian’s limbs. The flash of sharp-edged knives drew his attention to the men’s hands. One of the ruffians held Angel with one arm wrenched behind her back and a knife at her throat. Something about them clicked his memory, throwing him back to the first day he’d arrived in San Francisco.
He stepped into the room. “Let the lass go. She cannae help ye.” Brian held his hands loosely at his sides, a sharp double-edged sgian dubh tucked behind closed fingers in his right hand.
“Well, lookey what we have here, a fairy in a skirt.” Brain wore his kilt several days a week and Granny had managed to procure a second one for him. It generated no shortage of bold approaches from both men and women when he donned his kilt, but he hated the chaffed, confining feel of modern day pants.
The second man wrapped a chain around his hand and clutched it in a menacing fist. “Give us the drugs, and we might let you watch as we play with this lovely flower. Perhaps we’ll even let you take a turn if you’re man enough.”
The first man snarled, “Get moving,” he pushed Angel still holding the blade at her throat. All the blood had drained from her face, but she didn’t shriek or faint. What a brave lass.
“I’ll give ye what ye want, just let the lady go.” Brian moved slightly toward the door and closer to the man advancing with Angel in his grasp.
“A lady. De ya hear that, Carl. That’s a laaady you’re hold’en.” His laugh held no note of fear. It was clear they thought they had the upper hand, but Brian had faced worse ruffians than these bullies.
Travel romance. After more than twenty years writing and
delivering management and other training programs for
modest-sized to Fortune Five Hundred companies, and ten
years developing community crisis-intervention training
programs, Aleigha turned her writing efforts to her first loves,
fiction, and poetry. Her poetry has appeared in numerous
anthologies and university presses over the past few
decades (under her alter ego’s name.) Following a difficult
period in her life, she discovered solace in romance novels
that inspired her to write in this genre. As she says, "who
doesn't desire a guaranteed happy-ever-after scenario?"
Always interested in the concept of time-travel, she knew her
first few stories would follow that theme.
When not writing, her trusty four-legged companion/helper,
Strider, accompanies her on sunset walks along the shore.
During these quiet walks under an expansive sky, with the
whoosh of waves across the sand and her gaze drifting over
the rolling sea, her best glimmers of inspiration come to
mind. Following the recent discovery of distant Scottish
ancestors, she embarked on a trip to the Highlands that is
still weaving stories in the Finding My Highlander Series.
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