Travel to the twenty-first century Renaissance Fair, deflower the Druid virgins, and go home. Only his job is not so easily accomplished with the virgin in question, Tara McAllister. Time is running out. The evil is closing in on them both.
Tara finds Duncan irresistible after what was supposed to be a mock Hand-fasting binds them.
When Duncan whisks her to his home in Scotland she could accept that. But, can she forgive him for taking away her modern life when she finds herself in the sixteenth century?
He almost collided with her. Before he could react, she was storming off again, as he shouted, “A lady is not safe out here by herself.”
She stopped. This time he didn’t stop in time and fell into her.
Hands at her sides, her chest thrust up next to his she gritted between her teeth. “A lady isn’t safe around you either.”
“Now, Tara.” He tried to pleading with her.
“Oh, don’t you even ‘now, Tara’ me.” She stepped to the side and started off, in a different direction. Stalking in circles.
He let her walk for several minutes before attempting to speak to her again, “I would be happy to escort you on a walk. But, we need to get you more properly dressed.” He knew the effect watching her walk in tight jeans was having on him, he could only imagine what his men must have thought when she stormed the court yard.
“You’re a bastard, you know that MacCoinnich?”
He wanted to counter what she said, but cautioned himself against it. “Still, we need you in more fitting clothes. If someone were to come along, questions would be raised which would be most difficult
“You should have thought of that before you brought me here.” She waved a hand in his general direction. “Right now, I don’t give a crap what questions you might have to answer.”
“I told you how necessary it is for secrecy.” He turned to the Keep and noticed some of the men watching, curious about what would happen. He needed to put a stop to this and soon.
A completely inappropriate image of him doing exactly that popped into his head. A slow lazy smile inched over his lips.
Unfortunately, for him, Tara read his thoughts. She didn’t find them nearly as entertaining as he did. “You ass…” She raised her hand to slap his face.
He caught her hand before it made contact. “I’ve had enough of this.”
The MacCoinnich Time Travels, Volume II
July 2019, Third Edition
eBook & Print
Ranks & Awards
Amazon Kindle Bestseller in Time Travel Romance
“Possibly the best book I’ve read this year.”
—BITTEN BY BOOKS, TOP PICK
“Filled with skilled sexual tension and witty banter.”
“Filled with Druid magic, wonderful romance and a little suspense, this book is great for a day when reality stinks and escape is the remedy.”
—TJ MACKAY, PUBLISHER & EDITOR-IN-CHIEF AT IND’TALE MAGAZINE
“I fell in love with the entire MacCoinnich’s family”
—FOREVER BOOK LOVER
“Bybee makes everything work together smoothly with a wonderful story anyone would love.”
—NIGHT OWL REVIEWS
“What do you get when you take Scottish Warriors from the sixteenth century, a evil witch, a modern 25 year old virgin, a accidental soul binding marriage, and time travel? A freakin Hit that is what you get!”
—JESSICA’S OVER THE TOP BOOK OBSESSION
“Catherine Bybee has the reader loving the heroes and hating the villains with a passion.”
—A HISTORY OF ROMANCE
“First, Duncan is hot. Second, Duncan is a gentleman. Third, he is hot.”
—BADASS ROMANCE REVIEWS