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Title: Some Like It Plaid
Author: Angela Quarles
Genre: Time Travel Romance
About Some Like It Plaid:
When Ashley Miller sees a Craigslist ad for an all-expense
paid vacation to Scotland with a handsome Highland “escort”, she’s all over it.
Worn out from working two jobs to pay off the debts her scam artist ex-husband
left her with, she just needs a friggin’ break already. Rolling, misty
mountains of the Scottish Highlands, here she comes!
But one minute she’s sipping a latte and the next she’s
zapped to the 2nd century and promptly informed she’s managed to wed her
handsome Highlander without even an “I do.” Oh, hell no.
After a devastating tragedy, Connall’s tribe is left with
few marriageable women. When his Druid priest suggests a place filled with
bonnie lasses, he of course agrees to go fetch one for himself. But nothing
prepared Connall for his sassy new wife, nor his tribe for a woman determined
to see equal rights for all women.
Now the men are threatening revolt if he can’t rein his
young wife in, but it might be too late. The women are demanding the men get
“woke”—which of course makes no sense because they already woke that morn—and
give women “the vote,” whatever the bloody hell that is. Despite all that,
Connall can’t stop wanting to convince his wife to get naked, and he’s starting
to wonder if he’s been bewitched.
Only the more he gets to know her, the more he starts to
think she’s just what they needed. If only he survives her next demand...
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Exclusive Excerpt:
“Head out? Where are we?” That trickle of unease bloomed in
her heart, her breath catching. Because his words were different. Somehow, he
was speaking in a lilting but foreign language, and she’d not only understood
every single word, but had answered in the same language.
To distract herself and, well, because her stomach chose
that moment to growl, as if it knew she’d just been handed food and was all,
Gimme, woman, she took a bite of bread.
The yeasty flavor burst on her tongue, along with the taste
and crunch of oodles of grains. No dream she’d ever had was this vivid. The
details were sharp, down to her being cold. And to the odd taste and texture of
the bread. And her hunger.
The taste, though—a fuzzy memory poked. She took another
bite, trying to chase it. Whatever it was, it had been buried so far in her
past she couldn’t form it. Except for a fleeting, wonderful feeling of being
cherished.
“Aye, we need to break camp and head to my tribe’s
stronghold. And we’re in a land called Scotland.”
That last word was not in the same
language—instead it was in her own—and he said it as if it were a strange word
to him.
“What happened? How did we get here?” She’d asked this last
night, but maybe he’d change his answer.
He strode toward her and knelt. She appreciated he would no
doubt repeat himself but took the time to listen to her and patiently explain.
“Mungan, our spellcaster, weaved strong magic. Brought me to your land, and
then brought us both back here.” He held up a round stone incised with two
parallel deep grooves around its center. As if that explained everything.
The hell it does. Some dude, even in a
dream, was just whisking her about?
He waved to the two horses. “They left us mounts to ease our
journey.”
She swallowed, trying to work moisture into her parched
throat. “How long will it take to get to your…stronghold?”
“Only part of the morning.”
“How many hours?”
“Hours?”
“Yeah, how long? How many hours?” Was her Star
Trek Universal Translator on the fritz already? The word “hours” had
come out in English.
He shook his head and frowned. Then he pointed to the sun
just barely visible as a pale glow behind morning clouds. “As long as it takes
the sun to travel from there”—he slid his finger just a few inches away—“to there.”
She pulled in a deep breath. Oookay.
He marched over to a shaggy brown horse, grabbed the saddle,
and swung himself up into it with one swift motion, like she’d seen in old
cowboy movies.
Wow, that was hot.
She’d ridden her share of horses growing up in Nebraska but
had never perfected that technique. She stepped up to her horse and stroked its
mane, pulling in the musky scent of the beast, letting him smell her, adjust to
her. The animal’s fur was thick and curly, its coarse hairs springing through
her stroking fingers.
Is this real?
She stared at the imposing but gentle Highlander, and then
at the horse she was supposed to ride. If she did as he asked, she’d no longer
be “playing along” with her dream. She’d have to face what she hadn’t wanted to
admit yet— hopping onto this horse would be accepting this wasn’t a dream. This
step, this moment, felt real. Tangible.
About Angela:
An avid reader herself, Angela Quarles writes books she’d
like to read–laugh-out-loud, smart, sexy romances that suck you into her worlds
and won’t let you go until you reach The End. She is a RWA RITA® award-winning
and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary, time travel, and steampunk
romance. Library Journal named her steampunk, Steam Me Up, Rawley, Best
Self-Published Romance of 2015 and Must Love Chainmail won the 2016 RITA® Award
in the paranormal category, the first indie to win in that category. Angela
loves history, folklore, and family history and combined it with her active
imagination to write stories of romance and adventure.
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