The Highland Locket

By Jessica Savage

 **A FUN, STANDALONE HIGHLANDER TIME TRAVEL SHORT STORY ROMANCE**

Rebecca Brooke finds herself in a damp and miserable Scotland as part of her historical studies. It's definitely not California but at least James Anderson; the chief archaeologist makes her heart flip. Pity his nose is always in a book and he doesn't seem to notice she exists.
After a surreal visit to find a distant relative; Rebecca is given a locket that really shakes her world. She can't wait to show James and sets out to look for him at the dig. Unable to find him, she ends up laying down for a rest. What happens next is beyond her comprehension. She is transported to Scotland in 1513. As if that is not enough to cope with, the Scots have invaded Northumberland and the Battle of Flodden is about to begin all around her!
Suddenly she is thrown into a web of intrigue and life and death dealings from which she may or may not be saved by young and handsome William Stewart who comes to her aid. It seems like love at first sight …almost too good to be true…which it is as they may all lose their lives in a matter of hours in the battle!
Find out how the past and present mingle in this gripping tale of love and war.

This is a 17,000 word short story and also includes a short preview of "The Highland's Call."

Warning: This ebook contains mature themes and language and is meant for 18+ readers only

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Romance Publishing
• Release date: May 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393378976

Book preview

The Highland Locket

’TWAS ON THE 9TH OF September, a very beautiful day,

That a numerous English army came in grand array,

And pitched their tents on Flodden field so green

In the year of our Lord fifteen hundred and thirteen.

ALL WAS QUIET ACROSS the hillside, the air eerily calm as before a storm. The occasional sound of a horse braying or a man shouting echoed across the valley, disturbing the peace. A bright sun gleamed across the vast blue of the skies as William Stewart waited for the signal for the battle to commence. He did not know that thousands of the men and boys around him would be dead by the time the sun rose again, one of them being his King. But he could not alter history or the lineage of over 10,000 men. It was possible, however, that he could shape his own destiny.

REBECCA BROOKE STARED out the window. All week the weather had been cold and dreadful, and a low mist had hung over the valley, blotting out the wonderful view that the brochure had promised. For a summer vacation, late August in Scotland had proved to be a damp squib so far. OK, so it was a working vacation, two months working on a 16th-century archaeological dig in Scotland. It had sounded pretty awesome at the time. Cool, yes. Cold–no!

It was her first proper assignment and her first time in Scotland. She would have preferred Egypt or India, but she had been allocated to Scotland instead. Although she had been told to pack for the weather, she had ignored the advice. Living most of her life in California, she spent most of the time in shorts and miniskirts that showed off her tanned and toned legs. What she needed here was a woolly jumper and thermal underwear! She had managed to buy a few pairs of thick leggings and wore these under her shorts and socks. It wasn’t her best look, but at least they showed off her figure. Most of the other girls wore thick, shapeless sweaters over practical-looking outdoor pants that didn’t do them any favors.

Not all was lost, however. There was James Anderson.

James was the lead archaeologist on the dig, a Scotsman and an expert on Scottish history. Not only was he handsome, but he was intelligent, too–the new sexy. With his deep auburn hair and brown eyes, no woman was safe. Not that he noticed her, or anyone else for that matter. By breakfast, he had already eaten and gone out to the dig, and when he returned, his nose was always in a book. At least he was eye candy.

Her cell phone rang in her pocket and Rebecca looked at the number. It was her Mom. She had only been here for a couple of days but she had already phoned twice to see if she was eating properly and if she had managed to see the Queen of England yet; it was a no to both.

Hi, Mom. She tried not to sound bored.

Becky, sweetheart, how are you doing out there?

Same as ever. How’s Dad?

He’s good, sweetie. Are you eating OK?

The conversation continued thus and Rebecca tried hard to stifle a yawn. Her Mom meant well, but sometimes she could be overbearing.

Are you tired, honey? You sound tired.

No, Mom, I’m still a bit jet-lagged. We haven’t been able to go out on site yet because of the good old British weather.

Well, don’t forget you could check out our relations there. We do have a great Aunt, twice removed, if she’s still living. She must be at least 90 by now. Wait a minute, and I’ll get you the details.

Mom... But it was too late. Rebecca could hear her Mother scrabbling around in