By the Grey Light of Morning (Book 2)
Legends speak of a great love …
When Yvaine MacKinnear plunges into a mystical pool, she emerges centuries past into the heart of Scotland's medieval clan wars. Here, a forbidden love blooms—one that could mend the deep rifts between warring clans.
She crossed centuries to find him.
Prophecy has it that Yvaine is the linchpin to peace, yet her destiny is shackled by duty. Pressured into a strategic marriage with Malcolm Morganach, a scarred leader from a rival clan, she finds herself torn between her allegiance and her heart. As she steels herself for sacrifice, her beloved Caelen plots a daring rescue.
She’s a stranger in his time; he’s her only ally.
Unwilling to let fate dictate their futures, Yvaine and Caelen defy the stars. With whispers of war brewing and their love as their only weapon, this star-crossed pair devises a bold plan to unite their people and rewrite history. Can their love turn the tide of enmity and prevent the ruin foretold by legends, or will centuries of hatred extinguish their last hope for peace?
A love powerful enough to change the course of history.
This book is book two in the Lass of Legend series. Readers enjoy reading it in order. Start with book 1, Like the Break of Dawn!
The trembling sensation returned to Yvaine’s limbs, and yet it felt different this time. The flutter was not one born out of anxiety, of doubt; instead, it felt warm and teasing and comforting. “What is it ye want?”
“Ye,” Caelen said simply. “I want ye. Here. With me. For always.” He shrugged helplessly, an almost apologetic expression upon his face. “Ye’re the one. I knew it from the first moment we met. Not one day has passed that I didna think of ye, that I didna wish ye were here with me. I dunna ken if that is the will of the Fey, and truth be told, I dunna care.” His hands reached out and cupped her face gently, his deep blue eyes sending chills across her skin as they looked into hers. “All my life, I’ve lived for my clan. Every choice I’ve made has been for them. They deserve my loyalty and support, and I hold no regrets.” He sighed deeply, and she could feel the soft touch of his breath against her lips. “Now, though, for once, I simply wish to walk my own path, not that of my clan. I’m simply Caelen, a man, who finds himself rather unexpectedly swept off his feet by a most unusual woman.” He grinned at her mischievously.
