"Wonderful...It grips from the first page to the last." —Diana Gabaldon, New York Times bestselling author
Divided by centuries.
Each fighting to save the man they love.
A successful attorney in a posh London neighborhood, Meghann McCarthy thought she'd escaped the slums of Belfast forever. Until Michael Devlin needs her help. Years before, her love for the Irish charmer had nearly torn her apart, but now he's part of a past she never wants to revisit. However, she can't leave him defenseless against a murder charge—even if uncovering the truth puts her life in danger too.
She'll risk everything to save Michael—and she's not the first of her family to put it all on the line for a man she loves. As Meghann delves further into Michael's case, further into the history that binds them so irrevocably, she slips into the unfolding drama of centuries before...of another woman's desperate fight to free her rebel husband from the clutches of Queen Elizabeth. Stakes are high, but the reward is the love of a lifetime. And the Irish never give up.
About the Author
Author of fifteen novels, including the RITA Award-winning paranormal Nell, Jeanette Baker has been hailed by Publishers Weekly as a forceful writer of character and conflict whose novels RT Book Reviews calls "irresistible reading." Jeanette lives in California during the winter, where she teaches literature and writing, and in County Kerry, Ireland during the summer.
Author of fifteen novels, including the RITA Award winning paranormal, NELL, Jeanette Baker has been hailed by Publisher's Weekly as a forceful writer of character and conflict whose novels are "irresistible reading." Jeanette lives in California during the winter months where she teaches literature and writing, and in County Kerry, Ireland during the summer. She graduated from the University of California at Irvine and later earned her master's degree in education.
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Nuala, Belfast, Ireland, 1968
Four centuries had passed and yet I had not forgotten the smell of charred wood nor the searing heat of a fire bent on destruction. I opened my eyes and saw the leap of flame against shadow, gutted dwellings, the silhouette of a church steeple outlined against an orange sky-an entire world engulfed in fire.
Painful memories, long repressed, struggled for release. Deliberately I willed them back. I had not come through the shadowy portals of time to relive my past. I came for Meghann, poor lost child that she was, and Michael, too, but mostly Meghann. Michael knew who he was and what he must do. It was Meghann who needed my guidance to find her strength.
Gingerly, I stretched my arms and worked at placing one foot in front of the other. Every muscle ached with fatigue. How strange to feel my body again. I never realized how restricting human form could be, and how heavy, even for a small woman.
I didn't know yet where to find her. That would come later, after my thoughts became hers and hers mine, after we had stepped into each other's minds and traveled there, after she learned to face down the demons that kept her afraid.
She was still very young, and our journey together would be a long one. I admit that I was curious to know her. My own daughter had grown to womanhood without me. Like everyone, I assumed that I would live a long life, but it was not to be. Through Meghann, fate had given me another chance at mothering, it wasn't until I first saw her that I understood why.
When she was grown she would be tall. Centuries and the mixing of bloodlines had muted her coloring. Her hair would not be as red nor her eyes as green as mine. But the bones of her cheeks, the shape of her nose and mouth, and the pure, poreless texture of her skin could only have come from me.
She would never replace Chiara, my daughter and Rory's, our child of light and laughter. Meghann was herself, born into this world because of me, a distant ancestor, and that was close enough. From the moment I held out my arms in the burned-out rubble that was her home, and she ran into them, I loved her.