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Highland Stone

~~A grandmother's secret sends Kara back in time where she finds her heart.~~

Have you ever dreamed of the perfect man, knowing you’ll never meet him?

Kara did too until a magical storm transports her to the 1300’s Scottish Highlands, and dream guy almost tramples her with his horse.


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I enjoyed this historical romance very much. Sloan McBride provides beautiful descriptions of the Highland countryside and of life during that time. [...] I would recommend this story to all true romantics who believe love conquers everything.--Bitten By Books--Mary

This action-packed adventure is passionately hot and emotionally intense. There's a humorous thread throughout as a strong modern woman and a sexy Scot with magnetism galore -- who, of course, hasn't had the opportunity to be enlightened about equality -- strike more than a few sparks off each other. This is one appealing tale.--Romantic Times Magazine--4 Stars

This is a well-written story that I found hard to put down. Alaxandar is every woman’s dream. He is handsome, strong, arrogant and stubborn at times. Kara is his equal in so many ways. She is beautiful, strong, loving and just as stubborn as he. I was completely lost to this story. The arguments between these two wonderful characters were so amusing and their love for one another touching. I was transported back in time and could envision Dunvegan Castle and the people who lived there. Ms. Sloan has written such a tale as to make me want more. I look forward to reading more by this wonderful author and hope to some day read Ramsey’s story. --The Romance Studio--Five Hearts

Sloan McBride’s Highland Stone takes a strong and confident modern woman, flings her through time to tangle with a brawny and stubborn Highland warrior, and gives readers a wee bit of fun along the way.  Kara doesn’t put up with Alaxandar’s alpha-ness too often.  She stands toe to toe with him at every turn, much to his frustration, but he wouldn’t have her any other way.  There’s also a couple of extra romances as a bonus, one of which, between Carrick Mackay and Eleyne MacLeod, I truly enjoyed.  Overall, Ms. McBride has written a very nice story that will take you away from your troubles for a few romantic hours.--Historical Romance Club, Sandra Marlow--4 Stars

Ms. McBride's tale swept me up from the beginning. Reading about Ancient Scotland is so much fun! I loved seeing Kara’s reactions to every thing going on around her. It made me re-think life in that time. Women may not have had the power but they are able to hold sway in the most important thing, love. This book is one that will not leave my mind for a while and one I want to revisit not only for the strong characters but also for the rich landscape so wonderfully described.--Coffee Time Romance, Krista--4 Cups

Lushly described scenery provides striking contrast with the action scenes. One can feel the life and passion emanating from the people even though they are trying to survive in the harsh and bitter surroundings. [...]The author should be given kudos for a deft conclusion and I just hope that she plans to visit these memorable people sometime soon. Overall, Highland Stone is a wholly enjoyable book that guarantees a wonderful adventure to the Highlands and back.--Novel Talk Reviews, Mahaira Fatima--4/5 Stars

…This thoroughly entertaining novel kept me engrossed and turning pages until the very end.--The Romance Studio, Abi




Kara blinked trying to focus. Cold, stiff muscles spasmed in her back. How long had she'd been asleep? She stretched her arms overhead when realization hit. She was no longer in the confines of an airplane. “What the hell?”

A light mist coiled around slopes of purple heather. In the distance lay a body of water sheltered by cliffs, creating a beautiful backdrop. Fading twilight streaked through passing clouds and she sat on a gravel road with a severe wedgey and something sharp jabbing her butt.

“Holy hell.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes, and counted to ten. When she opened her eyes, nothing had changed. The strange weather caused the plane to crash and I'm dead. But if the plane crashed, wouldn't I be injured and wouldn't there be burning debris from the fuselage littering the ground? A vicious headache pounded at her temples. Shifting to her hands and knees, Kara braced herself before rising. As she stood, aches and pains wrestled through her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, each vying for a place to settle.

She massaged her temples and closed her eyes again. “This isn't happening.” Unfortunately, when she opened her eyes, it became painfully obvious that she was stuck in an episode of the 'Twilight Zone'. She bit back a bout of hysterical laughter.

Steadying herself, she decided to take a look around. Strangely dressed people gawked at her. Some kids chasing a small dog ran past her so closely that she staggered to keep her balance. They giggled but kept on their hunt. The sweet smell of fresh elderberries tickled her nose as did a strong lavender scent from nearby bushes. She could hear murmured voices, a startled laugh, and a hawker announced some type of carnival or fair. More children raced around stands filled with woolen fabrics, apples, and what looked like raspberries.

She could see, hear, smell and feel pain--this couldn't be a dream. No dream was this real and besides, everyone was staring at her. If it had been a dream, she would have fit in. Right?

No matter how she looked at it, she was still standing in the village common--freezing her ass off, with her underwear stuck in her nether regions and a bruised butt. Chills raced across her skin. The Boston Celtics t-shirt she wore offered little warmth. Not to mention, in her current attire, she stuck out like a red rose in a bouquet of white carnations.

Grand buckets of wood were ablaze. If only she could get closer to one of those, the fire would warm her. But, she dared not approach with so many gaping on-lookers which set her already shattered nerves on edge. Furiously rubbing her hands up and down her arms to generate friction and warmth, she searched for a hiding place, quickly finding there was none save the woods. At dusk, who knew what kind of creatures would be in there, snakes, spiders, bats--not the most pleasant thought.

Skulking away, casually drifting up the road so as not to draw any more unnecessary attention, Kara ducked into a thicket of trees, not venturing too deeply inward. Large pines towered above her and the smell reminded her of Christmas.

“What the hell am I going to do? Think, Kara.” Her brain had always been her best weapon against adversity. Okay, so her right hook had gotten her out of a few jams, but she'd been working on temper control.

Staying concealed, she crept closer to see and hear the gathering of people. One withered man with a hunched back and heavy accent argued the price of some kind of tool. An elderly woman wrapped in large squared tartan of blue, red and yellow strolled over to a wooden two-wheeled wagon covered in baskets, examining each with a critical eye. Others milled about the stands, all adorned in plaids. One stocky fellow wore his as a kilt, a woman had hers wrapped about her shoulders.

Kara's grandfather used to wear his tartan on special occasions. He often spoke of the festivals in the old country and how much fun he'd had there.

She ducked back into the trees and slid down the trunk of one to the cold, hard ground, hissing from the bruise on her backside. “Scotland,” she murmured, massaging her temples. “How in God's name did I get to Scotland?” You're a scientist, figure it out. She studied rocks, volcanoes, gems--not physics. Time travel, space warps, magic, those weren't her specialties. Where there are people, there are answers. “I hope. Reading those pages has caused my mind to conjure this place--again.”

The setting sun meant a rapid change in the air and the cool mist which earlier had been mysterious, now stuck to her exposed skin. She crept back toward the small field of merchant booths where villagers sold their wares. “Please, Lord, give me strength.” If she didn't find a way to warm up soon, she worried about hypothermia setting in.

Kara searched for anything familiar in the landscape, in her memories of stories told to her by her grandparents. Nothing. Her stomach grumbled as she happened upon one family packing up their vegetables. She'd give up chocolate for a month if even one piece rolled off their stand unnoticed. Not likely.

Distracted by the merry folk, her rumbling belly, combined with not watching where she was going, Kara stumbled over a rather large rock and fell hard.

A horse whinnied.

She threw her arm over her face and screamed before the rider reined the animal in. The horse reared, its massive hooves kicking out at the air over her head. Its active forelegs landed a foot away and a figure jumped off the stallion and roared down on her.

“Bloody hell, woman, are ye mad, jumping out in front o' me horse like that? You could've been killed.”

Kara lowered her arm and checked her body. I'm not trampled. Words caught in her dry throat, and her stomach flip-flopped as she gaped at the mountain of a man towering over her. His dark hair whipped around broad shoulders and his blue eyes burned with anger.

It was him, the dark giant who came to life in her dreams.