A Bridge Through Time: Book One of The Thistle & Hive Series

By Jennae Vale

Ashley Moore's life in San Francisco has hit a few snags, not the least of which involves sightings of a mystery man around every corner. Is she losing her mind or does he really exist? Her search for this grey-eyed stranger leads her to Scotland. There she meets a witch with a secret, a vindictive English knight who is bent on revenge, and she crosses a fog shrouded bridge into the arms of a 16th century Highlander.
Cailin MacBayne is no stranger to beautiful women, but has always managed to stay one step ahead of commitment. That all comes to an end when he meets Ashley. He doesn't care where this beautiful, yet unusual lass came from, he's just happy to have found her. Ashley cannot resist the handsome Scot and finds herself falling hopelessly in love. In the process, a secret is revealed, a battle is waged and Ashley must ultimately decide whether to return to her own time or give up her 21st century life to stay with the love she has found in the past.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jennae Vale
• Release date: Nov 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9780990707011

Jennae Vale

Jennae Vale is a best selling author of romance with a touch of magic. As a history buff from an early age, Jennae often found herself day-dreaming in history class - wondering what it would be like to live in the places and time periods she was learning about. Writing time travel romance has given her an opportunity to take those daydreams and turn them into stories to share with readers everywhere.Originally from the Boston area, Jennae now lives in the San Francisco Bay area, where some of her characters also reside. When Jennae isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and her pets, and daydreaming, of course.

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Chapter 1

Ashley thought she might be going crazy as her heart raced in her chest and a rush of adrenaline made her light-headed. No, there was no doubt; she was definitely going crazy. What other explanation would account for the man, who had just appeared out of thin air?

Don’t panic. Breathe, she told herself.

She had walked to her car with apprehension, a little jumpy, a little edgy. Then as she sat behind the steering wheel, ready to drive off, he appeared right in front of her. Ashley sat motionless, staring at him. He didn’t move. He gazed back at her, with stormy gray eyes and ebony hair, which hung past his shoulders. She tilted her head from side-to-side, memorizing everything about him. If she had to guess, she’d say he stood about 6’3" and was solidly built - not all bulky muscle like a body builder - but chiseled, defined and strong. He dressed oddly, not in jeans and a t-shirt like most guys she knew, but in a kilt. She didn’t have any expertise when it came to kilts, because she hadn’t seen many, but this one didn’t appear to be the kind you might buy off the rack. The hilt of a large sword peeked up over the right shoulder of his plain linen shirt, and yet she was not afraid. Laces took the place of buttons below the neckline. His feet were covered by boots of the softest leather.

For the last month, she had been having visions of this man, who happened to be the most drop dead gorgeous guy she had ever seen. He always looked at her with longing in his eyes. It made her feel desirable and beautiful, two words she definitely wouldn’t generally use to describe herself. The sightings had no rhyme or reason. He appeared to her at the oddest times, and without warning – at work, at home or simply walking down the street. Could he be a ghost? A daydream or some sort of otherworldly being? And if so, why did he appear to Ashley? He had to be one of those options, because he certainly couldn’t be real. She must be hallucinating, because every time she had seen him in the past month, she’d been so freaked out that she’d closed her eyes, shaken her head and when she checked again, he was gone.

I’m not taking my eyes off you this time, she said aloud.

Ashley moved slowly. As she opened her car door and got out, he was still right in front of her and her nose picked up the scent of pine trees, wood smoke and fresh air. She closed the door and walked towards him, with her hand out to touch him. He still hadn’t moved. She forced herself not to blink as she inched closer, and she was almost there when she heard a loud crash behind her. A shopping cart smashed into the back of her car and her hallucination, or whatever he was, vanished.

Oh, gosh, the woman with the wayward shopping cart cried. I am so sorry! I let go for a second to open my trunk and when I turned around, the cart was heading right for your car! I can’t believe I let that happen!

Ashley distractedly checked her car. Everything seems okay. No damage done. She glanced back to the spot where her mystery man had been. Hey, you didn’t happen to see the guy who was just standing in front of my car, did you?

The woman shook her head, No. I didn’t notice anyone. Are you okay? You look a little shaken. I hope it’s not because of me.

No. It’s not you. I’m fine, Ashley said. A little crazy, but fine.

Are you sure? the woman asked and Ashley nodded. I’ll take my cart and go then. Sorry. The woman walked away and left Ashley, staring at the empty spot in front of her car.

Chapter 2

Ashley pulled into her friend Jenna’s driveway. Tears filled her beautiful amber eyes, as she rested her head on the steering wheel, her dark auburn curls falling in disarray around her face and shoulders. She needed to get this sorted out and fast - or she might find herself in the loony bin.

Why, why, why? she asked no one in particular.

She had been dealing with anxiety issues for years, but they were spiking now and seeing things that weren’t there wasn’t helping at all.

Get it together, Ashley. Great, now I’m talking to myself. Jenna’s got to help me figure out what’s going on. She walked to the door and while ringing the doorbell she chanted to herself. Please be home, please be home.

Jenna opened the door, and in the background, Ashley observed her deadbeat husband, Jonathan.

Ashley, are you okay? You look terrible, Jenna said.

Thanks, Ashley replied sarcastically. And no, I’m not okay.

What’s wrong? Did something happen? You didn’t run into Dax, did you?

I really need to talk to you… alone. Ashley eyed Jonathan, who had plopped himself down on the sofa with a sandwich and a beer.

I’m not moving, so you ladies will have to take it somewhere else.

Jenna rolled her eyes, and taking Ashley by the arm, guided her towards the backyard. Ashley made sure she gave Jonathan the evil eye before she turned away.

Jonathan, don’t get food on my new sofa, Jenna called, as they walked out through the French doors.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the orange blossoms smelled amazing on this beautiful Northern California day. Ashley and Jenna sat side-by-side in the Adirondack chairs, tucked into a cozy corner of the back patio.

So, spill it. Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost? Jenna asked, concern for her friend evident on her face.

I think I did… see a ghost.

Wait a minute. What?

I feel like I’m losing my mind and I think I might have actually just seen a ghost. Ashley proceeded to tell Jenna about her visions over the last month, and Jenna, being the good friend she was, quietly listened.

Does he ever talk to you? she asked, when Ashley finished.

No. He just stands in front of me, looking incredibly hot.

Hmmm. Well, if you’re going to see ghosts, then my vote would definitely be for incredibly hot. Jenna laughed.

Ashley was not amused.

Jenna sobered, trying to reassure her friend. I’m sure it’s just a reaction to the stress you’ve been under.

Do you really think so? I don’t want to be crazy, Jenna, Ashley moaned.

You’re not crazy. Believe me. I mean, think about it. You’re still getting over the breakup with Dax; you’re getting kicked out of your apartment, and to top it all off, you lost your job. Anyone under that much stress is bound to have physical and psychological reactions.

I hope you’re right, but what should I do? Do you think I need therapy? I think I need therapy.

Let me help to relieve some of the stress. Come live with us for a while, and if you still think you need therapy after you’ve had a chance to relax, you can make an appointment to talk to someone.

Ashley was a bit skeptical. What about Jonathan? Won’t he mind? I’m not his favorite person.

Look, I don’t know what the deal is between you two, but he doesn’t get a say. This is my house and I pay all the bills, so he’ll just have to deal. Come on, do it, Jenna urged.

Ashley thought about her situation and realized what a relief it would be, not to think about housing while she searched for a new job. She had never been the helpless type, but right now, she could use all the help she could get. Okay, I will. Thanks, Jenna, you’re the best.

I know, Jenna laughed.

My luck has been pretty horrendous lately. I can’t believe my boss decided to just up and close the business. I really needed that job – not for the money, of course, but it kept me busy, so I wouldn’t sit around thinking about Dax all day.

Dax is an ass. He doesn’t deserve to have you, or to have you wasting your time thinking about him. I know you’ll be mad at me for saying this, but he did you a big favor by breaking up with you.

Ashley ignored Jenna’s comment and focused on her unemployment instead. Her parents had set up a trust fund for her and so she really didn’t need a job, but she liked to be productive and having a career gave her a sense of self-worth.

I might go back to teaching, but that probably wouldn’t be until the fall, if I can even find a position.

Don’t think about it right now, take some time to relax. Once you’re settled in here, maybe you should go on a vacation. Do a little travelling.

Ashley smiled for the first time in days. That sounds like an excellent idea. A change of scenery might be nice and besides I’m not lacking for cash, so spending a little on retaining my sanity seems like a sound investment.

It’s settled, then. Let’s concentrate on getting you packed up and moved in here, as soon as possible. Jenna gave Ashley a big hug and they walked arm-in-arm into the house, to share the good news with Jonathan.

Chapter 3

Ashley’s visions hadn’t stopped when she moved in with Jenna and Jonathan, but they became less concerning to her the more she saw her mystery man. The visions were almost comforting in a way. She felt as if he were watching over her, like a guardian angel. It didn’t hurt that he was so devastatingly handsome or that she was the sole focus of his attention. Ashley decided that she was not going crazy after all. This guy, whom she was now referring to as Grey Eyes, had to be out there somewhere and somehow she was going to find him.

Ashley spent a few weeks at Jenna’s house before beginning her extended vacation. Jenna hadn’t been happy when she heard Ashley’s plans.

Ashley, when I told you to take a vacation, I thought you’d be heading to the Caribbean for a couple of weeks, not to Scotland for an indefinite amount of time, Jenna complained. I don’t like the idea of you being gone for so long.

I know, Jenna. It’s a little out of the ordinary for me, Ashley said.

A little? Try totally out of the ordinary, Jenna replied.

I have to do this, Jenna. I have to try to find this guy who’s haunting me; my gut and his kilt are telling me Scotland is where I need to be. I’ll be fine and if I need anything I’ll call you. I promise.

Ashley could see the skepticism and worry written all over Jenna’s face, but once Ashley made up her mind to do something, it was close to impossible to stop her.

Jonathan, on the other hand, was ecstatic to see her go. He didn’t like her and it was obvious, perhaps because she was on to him. The spark for Ashley’s anger was the fact that he was so openly taking advantage of Jenna and she was quick to remind him of her suspicions. The two fought a verbal war on a daily basis, but never in front of Jenna. When she was present, they had an unspoken truce in order to spare Jenna from having to choose sides, each afraid of the outcome.

It’s no wonder Dax cheated on you, Jonathan bated her. Look at you. You’re nothing much to look at and rumor has it you weren’t so good in the sack.

Get a job, Jonathan. I can’t believe that you’re sponging off of Jenna like this, Ashley accused, trying to deflect the hurtful words that had been hurled at her.

Yeah, well at least I’ve got a home and a woman who loves me. All you’ve got is a whole lot of crazy going on up there. Jonathan pointed at her head. Good luck finding your dream lover, he laughed.

Ashley couldn’t believe Jenna had told Jonathan about Grey Eyes, but then why wouldn’t she. Jonathan was her husband. She shared everything with him. Ashley fought for control. She was not the violent type by nature, but she wanted so badly to punch him. Ashley and Jenna had known each other since pre-school and she wasn’t about to jeopardize all those years of friendship for one moment of pleasure, no matter how great it would feel.

She had plenty of time to think about it all now, after arriving in Scotland. Ashley drove through the countryside on a narrow two-lane road into the highlands, white knuckling it through village after village. She didn’t have any regrets about her decision to make this trip and she’d prove to Jenna that Grey Eyes really did exist. If she couldn’t find him, she’d surely look crazier than she sometimes felt, but somehow she knew she would, why else would she have been so compelled to travel half way around the world on her search. This was the right thing to do and there was no turning back.

Her trip was being done totally on instinct alone and while she was frightened to be doing it all by herself, it was also exhilarating and liberating. She had a newfound confidence in herself. It felt good to be in charge of her own destiny for once in her life.

Chapter 4

Ashley took her time, stopping in several small villages along the way. There was excitement and anticipation in the pit of her stomach, and nothing she had experienced so far in her life had felt quite so right. It was as if the car was on autopilot and she had no control over where she was headed. Driving on she found herself in Western Ross, also known as the Celtic Fringe. She passed through Applecross, Torridon and more small hamlets dotting the countryside, which was breathtakingly beautiful. History was pouring forth from all directions, but Ashley was on a mission. Finally in need of sustenance she came to yet another small village, where she decided to take a break for tea. She was shown to an empty table, when she walked into a quaint little teashop situated on the main road. Ashley hadn't realized how hungry she was, until she sat down. When a girl of about eighteen came to take her order, Ashley opted for a pot of Darjeeling, her favorite tea, and an assortment of scones. As she waited, she pulled out the maps and tour guides and laid them on the table. Pinpointing her location, she decided that there was still time left in the day to go a bit further, before finding a place to stay for the night. She was getting close to her destination; she could feel it.

The girl came back with Ashley's order and carefully set the tea and scones on the table, avoiding the maps and books. Nodding in the direction of the maps she asked, Are you on holiday then, Miss?

Yes, yes, I am.

You must be American, I can tell by your accent. My name's Maggie. This is my family's tea shop.

Nice to meet you, Maggie. I'm Ashley and you got the accent right, I am American.

Ashley... that's a nice name. Are you staying in town for the night, or will you be travelling on?

I thought I'd drive for a little longer and then find a place to stay. I'm looking for something off the beaten path. Any suggestions?

Everything’s off the beaten path in these parts, Maggie joked. Let me think on it for a moment. I’ll be right back.

Ashley watched as Maggie went back behind the counter and spoke with an older woman, who was washing glasses. She then went to the phone and made a call. Ashley continued perusing her maps and books as she enjoyed her tea.

You should go to Glendaloch. Maggie returned a few minutes later and sat down opposite Ashley at her table. She had a twinkle in her eye as she said, It’s a magical wee place. There’s not much in the town itself… a few shops, a small inn and restaurant, but the countryside is beautiful. Me mam’s family lives there, and she’s always told me stories about the place since I was a wee one. She says that if the timing's just right and you wish hard enough, your dreams can come true there. You might meet some fairies, or even a handsome Highlander.

Ashley experienced a strange, tingly sensation when she heard the name Glendaloch. Sounds like my kind of place, she laughed. Thanks, Maggie; I'm going to make that my next stop.

I’m happy to hear it, you’re going to love it! It’s unlike any place you’ve ever been, Maggie said with pride and then pointed out the directions on the map. There is a great hiking trail in Glendaloch that you should try. It’s a most enjoyable way to pass the day.

I’m not much of a hiker back home, but I could make an exception while I’m here. As a matter of fact, Ashley said with authority, I think I will.

I wish you luck then. Maggie winked as she rose from her chair and headed back behind the counter. The Campbell's are fine folks and they'll take good care of you. They own the inn in Glendaloch, and me Mam is Edna Campbell’s sister.

Ashley thoroughly savored her scones, slathering each bite with a bit of clotted cream and her favorite, lemon curd. She took a last sip of tea, packed up her maps and books and paid the check.

Thanks again, Maggie. It was a pleasure chatting with you.

You too, Ashley, Maggie said, and then she added with a mischievous grin, If ye come across any handsome Highlanders save one for me would ye?

Ashley smiled and waved goodbye. As she got back into the car, she laughed. Fairies and handsome Highlanders... now wouldn't that be something?

Chapter 5

Ashley parked her rental car in front of an inn called ‘The Thistle and Hive, in the little town of Glendaloch. She felt the same odd buzzing and tingling sensation throughout her body as she had at the teashop and knew instinctively her heart had been leading her to this place. Grabbing her bags, she practically ran through the front door and up to the front desk. The lobby was beautifully decorated, with wingback chairs that faced a blazing fireplace. A large carpet, designed with an intricate Celtic knot pattern lay on the dark hard wood floors, which looked like they had been in place for a very long time. The walls were white plaster. Dark wood that matched the floors, also framed the walls, and artwork was tastefully displayed throughout. Wooden beams and a large rustic chandelier decorated the ceiling. A wide staircase, off to the left, led upstairs and there was a dining room and bar on the right.

As Ashley approached the front desk, she was greeted by a smiling blue-haired woman, with sparkling emerald green eyes. The hair took her by surprise. She had seen plenty of teenage girls and young women with their hair dyed pink, blue or even purple, but never an older woman, certainly not that she could recall. Despite the hair, Ashley was looking at a woman in her middle years. Hello, I'm Mrs. Campbell. Welcome to The Thistle. You must be Ashley.

Ashley was shocked into silence. How on earth does she know my name, she wondered.

Apparently reading her mind, or at the very least, Ashley’s perplexed facial expression, Mrs. Campbell explained. Maggie called from the teashop, to let us know we'd be having a guest from America.

Ashley let out a relieved breath and laughed at how silly she felt. Maggie said Glendaloch is magical, but I'm happy to know you don't actually have any special powers.

Oh, you'd be surprised, dear. Before Ashley could ask what she meant, Mrs. Campbell went to work, getting Ashley registered and handed her a key to her room.

I gave you a room with a view of our lovely countryside. Mrs. Campbell beamed. Once you get settled in, please come down and join us for a bite to eat.

Thank you. I'll definitely do that.

Do you need help with your bags, dear? Angus will be along shortly and he can bring them up for you.

Oh, no, that's okay. I've got them, Ashley reassured her.

All right then. We'll see you in a bit. Mrs. Campbell hurried off into the dining room, leaving Ashley to head upstairs in search of her room.

The inn was small and quaint. There didn't appear to be more than six rooms on the second floor, and unless there were some hidden on the first floor, that was it. Ashley’s room was at the end of the hall and as Mrs. Campbell had promised, the view was spectacular. She looked around the room and was pleased with what she found. A big four-poster bed took up much of the room. There was a large, comfortable chair by the window and a charming fireplace on the opposite wall. The room was tastefully decorated in hues of peach and sage green. She was relieved to see she had her own bathroom, and looked forward to a quick shower before dinner.

The warm water felt good on her body. Ashley hadn't realized how stiff and sore she was, due to the stress of driving in a foreign country. It had taken her a while to get used to driving on the other side of the road. She’d been in constant fear of forgetting the rule, and ending up in a head-on collision, so she’d white-knuckled it all the way to Glendaloch.

Ashley stepped from the shower and grabbed the fluffy white bath sheet from the towel rack. She quickly dried herself off and put on the bathrobe provided by the inn. She made her way to the bed and flopped back into its downy softness. A short nap might do me some good, she thought. Ashley closed her eyes and before long, she fell asleep.

She slept dreamlessly and when she woke, she had the feeling that Grey Eyes was nearby. It was already dark outside and the fireplace was ablaze. Ashley couldn’t remember whether it had been lit when she came into the room, but if it wasn’t, how is it that it was now. Her eyes travelled around the room and there he was, lit by the golden glow of the fire. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. You’re here, her voice was barely audible and her hands shook. He smiled a soft, sweet smile and then slowly disappeared from view. She was usually disappointed when he left, but this time she felt a certain sense of satisfaction. She was getting close. She could feel it.

Finally able to take a deep breath, she got up, hurriedly dressed, and checked in the mirror to be sure she