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    Lass of the Ley Lines (A Scottish Time Travel Romance): The Ley Lines Series, #1
    Lass of the Ley Lines (A Scottish Time Travel Romance): The Ley Lines Series, #1
    Lass of the Ley Lines (A Scottish Time Travel Romance): The Ley Lines Series, #1
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    Lass of the Ley Lines (A Scottish Time Travel Romance): The Ley Lines Series, #1

    By Kate Carson

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    Scottish Romance book lover? Lass of the Ley Lines will immerse you in a love story that transcends time!

    Kate Carson's Lass of the Ley Lines Series is a captivating world - Get Swept Away!

    Left orphaned and homeless following a tragic accident, Millie Canvers is desperate to find her place in the world and the family she always wanted. When she is recruited for a rather unusual quest by the patriarch of the MacAllister Clan, Millie readily accepts the offer and travels through time to 1345, Leith, Scotland.

    Once she arrives through the ley lines, the meaning behind a string of recurring nightmares comes to light and Millie's real journey beings. Saving the MacAllister clan from ruin is only the beginning of what she must overcome. As Millie's own heart feels the pull of a love that cannot be, Millie must rally the help of allies in order to save the clan from the brewing war.

    As her time in the past runs out, will Millie have the strength to end the clan's struggles and reconcile her feelings for a man that only exists in the past?

    The Ley Line Series Reading Order

    1. Lass of the Ley Lines - Book #1
    2. Lost in the Ley Lines - Book #2 
    3. Love in the Ley Lines - Book #3

    ˃˃˃ For Fans of Outlander

    Kate Carson has created an immersive world that transports the reader to 1345, to history's tragic turning point in the lives of the MacAllister and MacKay Clans. Millie Canvers knows their fate - but how can she intervene? As Millie falls deeply in love, she is desperate to save both the only family she has ever known and the man who holds her affection. Can their love survive the coming war?

    ˃˃˃ Lass of the Ley Lines EBook Categories

    - Scottish Time Travel Romance

    - Scottish Medieval Romance

    - Highlander Time Travel Romance

    - Highland Historical Romance

    - Scottish Historical Fiction

    - Scottish Highland Romance

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSnow Fox Publishing
    Release dateJul 5, 2015
    ISBN9781511655231
    Lass of the Ley Lines (A Scottish Time Travel Romance): The Ley Lines Series, #1

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    Lass of the Ley Lines (A Scottish Time Travel Romance) - Kate Carson

    Lass of the Ley Lines

    A Scottish Time Travel Romance

    Kate Carson

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    CHAPTER 1

    My boss is a total prick.

    My mother did not raise me to work for someone like Dean, washing dishes in a greasy spoon for cash under the table. She also didn’t raise me to use words like prick. She raised me in her own image—to be an academic, a researcher, someone who cared deeply for the good of humanity. Not someone, for instance, who is on the dole and never went to university. A thief. She would be sickened by what I’ve become. So that would be the closest thing there is to a bright side here—she never lived to see it. She checked out when a truck plowed into our Mini Cooper when I was sixteen. I was thrown clear, left only with a four inch scar down my right cheek where my face was laid open by the windshield. My mother, however, went up in flames with the wreckage.

    So, here I am, scrubbing the leavings of practically inedible food off of heavy plates and trying to keep my back to the wall so Dean won’t grab my ass every time he walks by. In all fairness, I’m even disappointed in myself that I didn’t turn out better than I have. There was a time I thought I had potential but I think it was just reflected glory from my mom’s focus and ambition. When she got the research grant she’d been working so hard for, we left Berkley for Scotland and she took over my education. So, by age twelve I was helping her out in the lab, getting quizzed on basic medical concepts and lab procedures. I knew more about alleles and a few pretty rare genetic disorders than I did about, say, balancing a checkbook or shopping for food. She was a visionary and wasn’t really one to deal in practicality much at all. We had a two bedroom flat in a nice neighborhood, the fateful Mini Cooper, a housekeeper who took care of things a couple of days each week and a great Chinese place down the block that delivered. I had everything I needed and one drunken truck driver took it all away. By the time I woke up in the hospital and they told me what had happened, my life was already over.

    Everything I had thought to become burned up when she did. I was given a couple of days to rest before I’d be transferred to a foster care home and enrolled in public school. I did what any kid would have done. I ran away. Snuck out of the hospital at four in the morning with nothing but the clothes I had on when the accident happened. The only people I knew in Edinburgh were the housekeeper, who I knew would turn me over to the authorities if I showed up on her doorstep, and the people from the Chinese restaurant delivery. So, I hitchhiked to Leith where we had gone one summer on holiday just to see the ships and the castle and stuff. Now, four years later, I’m still in Leith and still trying to find my way. I’ve learned a few practical skills along the way by working for Dean, but he had really been pushing his luck with me lately. He owed me a week’s wages and I had no intention of leaving without my pay.

    When he slammed into the kitchen and demanded I take out the trash, I leveled a glare at him. My mother may not have been the kind of woman to call him a prick but she also wasn’t the kind to submit to one either.

    I will. Just finished up the dishes.

    Get on with it then. He growled.

    I kept my back to the wall as I sidled up to the trash can and gathered the big overflowing bag up, then tied it off. While my hands were full he, of course, squeezed my ass. I whipped my head around so fast my ponytail caught him in the face.

    Get your hands off me, Dean.

    He didn’t say a word and didn’t remove his hand. He smiled like he was happy with himself. And I wanted to spit right in his face but I remembered he owed me a hundred quid.

    How about we make a deal? You give me the wages you owe me and I won’t report you for sexual harassment. How does that sound? I offered, stepping out of his reach and taking the trash out back.

    He followed me. I swung the bag up into the dumpster and turned to go back inside but he caught my wrist. I tried to jerk my hand back but he was stronger than me.

    What? I demanded as if exasperated instead of alarmed.

    I think it’s time we struck a better deal, Millie. He said with a smarmy grin worthy of a cartoon villain. You might try being a mite more friendly to me. I’ve helped you out a lot, what with giving you work when you didn’t have a reference and paying you cash so it don’t fuck up your dole payment.

    And just what are you suggesting? I asked, affecting an air of weariness, eyes darting around as I looked for a way out. The diner closed half an hour earlier and the waitresses were long gone which meant I could basically scream my head off and no one would hear me. I felt cold sweat breaking out all across my body at the thought.

    Dean leaned in closer and I tried to pull away but he caught my ponytail with his other hand and jerked my head back, holding me still while he smashed his mouth against mine, his tongue jabbing at my mouth as I refused to open it. I brought my knee up as hard as I could and connected with what I was certain he held most dear—his balls. When he groaned and slumped over, I jerked away from him and kicked him in the kidneys for good measure. He was choking and coughing when I took the wallet out of his back pocket, counted out my wages and threw the rest on top of him. I sort of enjoyed leaving him on the oily ground beside the dumpster where he belonged. I dropped my apron on the floor as I passed through the diner and out the door.

    I nipped to the shop for a packet of cloths and nicked a couple of chocolate bars while I was there before heading back to my home sweet home on Cavendish Road. It wasn’t mine so much as all I could afford, an abandoned building that was for sale until I hid the sign and started squatting there. No heat or water but no payments either, and I’d found a good enough mattress on the curb a few weeks back and dragged it to my place so there was a proper bed and everything.

    It depressed the hell out of me to walk in there, tapping one of the LED lights I’d stuck to the wall of the room I used. It reminded me of something out of a Dickens novel, only a few rats short of a tragic tale, but I

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