EdgeofYesterday Author: Sue-Ellen Welfonder and Tarah Scott Series:Edge Series, Book 1 Book Type: Fiction Genre: Historical Romance, Time Travel Publisher: Broken Arm Publishing Publication Date: December 27, 2016
Two of Scottish romance’s most loved authors have joined pens to write a thrilling new time travel series filled with passion, danger, and intrigue. These never-before-published novels will sweep you to Scotland’s Highland Heatheredge, where magic is real, time is relevant, and there is no escape from desire… Men are disappearing in the Highland crofting village of Heatheredge. The authorities suspect foul play, but without signs of violence—or bodies—they can’t prove a thing. World champion swordsman Cailean Ross is living the fantasy of a lifetime as the victor of Heatheredge’s medieval reenactment Gathering. But when the fantasy turns into reality, swordplay becomes a fight to the death and he finds himself among the ‘missing’ statistics. Julianna Mackay flees a man she fears is an evil wizard and literally runs into handsome Cailean Ross. Cailean defends Lady Julianna from her attackers. Together, they set out in search of the key to a six-hundred-year-old curse that can only be broken in medieval Scotland. When the veil of time is lifted, Cailean and Julianna find that love may not be enough to save them or those they hold dear. Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32802072-edge-of-yesterday Buy Links: Amazon:http://amzn.to/2i2izl8
They reached the building which housed Julianna’s room and he pulled open the door. She entered and he followed, closing the door with some force when the wind gusted into the arched entry. Julianna hurried forward and Cailean followed. They passed nine doors before she stopped and entered her assigned quarters. Cailean stopped in the doorway. One large round candle cast a dim light in the small room, aptly named a cell. A low bed with a thin mattress sat against the wall and a table where the candle burned stood against the wall directly ahead.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Ye may enter, Cailean.”
He shook his head. “I’d better not.”
She lifted a brow. “Surely, ye are not afraid of a woman?”
“If I wasn’t, I would be a fool.”
Mischief lit her eyes. “Ye need not worry. I dinnae have a knife.”
“I don’t believe you, my lady.”
She lifted her chin. “It isnae polite to call a lady a liar.”
“Forgive me.” He started to turn, then stilled at the echo of approaching footsteps. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. Who was coming by at this time of night? Was it Rathais, here to finish what Hugh Murray had started?
“Quick.” Julianna grasped his arm and pulled him into the room.
She closed the door, then hissed, “Shhh.”
The footsteps drew closer then passed. Julianna took off her cloak and tossed it onto the small table.
Cailean knew he should go, but how could he possibly leave her alone and defenseless? He would sleep outside her door.
“I should go.”
She shook her head. “You must wait a few minutes to be sure no one sees you.”
Cailean leaned a shoulder against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “If I didn’t know better, I would say ye are trying to keep me here.”
“Why would I do that?”
He smiled. “You tell me.”
“Is my company so abhorrent that you must flee?” she asked.
“On the contrary, your company is too pleasing.”
She dropped her gaze in a clear attempt to hide her expression, but Cailean could see she was pleased.
“Then stay,” she said.
“If your brother catches me here, he will kill me.”
She snorted. “Lennox knows I am a woman grown, and I am no maiden. I can do as I please.”
“That doesnae mean he would want me dallying with you.”
“Dallying?” She lifted her brows. “Ye think well of yourself, sir.”
“Dallying isn’t what ye had in mind?”
Her eyes darkened. Yes, this woman was trouble. She started toward him. He straightened from the wall and remained perfectly still until she stopped in front of him.
“I am no idiot,” she said. “I have seen the way you look at me.” Trouble, trouble, trouble.
He wasn’t going to take the bait. He stared but said nothing.
“Ye find me pleasing.” She set her hands on her hips.
“I have eyes,” he said, then cursed his tongue. Give the woman an inch and she would take a mile.
She stepped closer and before he could move, she placed her hands on his chest. “You want to know what it is like to kiss me.”
It wasn’t a question.
SEW: Readers of EDGE OF YESTERDAY will note the significance of crows. At one point during the writing of the book, I drove over a high bridge and a crow cruised along beside my car. He accompanied me across the entire bridge. As I usually see only pelicans near this bridge, I took him for a good omen.
SEW: There are several ‘rituals’ I do before I can head to my desk and write each day. I water the potted and hanging plants on my porch and deck. A cup of strong black coffee is a must. And I have to do my hula hooping and yoga.
SEW: I write in silence and edit to music, often movie soundtracks. Only instrumental, no voices. During the writing of EDGE OF YESTERDAY, I often played The Tudors soundtrack.
TS: I also had a rather unusual experience with crows. One day, while waiting to pick up my daughter from school, I sat in my car working on a scene for Edge of Yesterday. I was deep in thought and only marginally aware of a flock of excited crows assembling in the small tree above me. Their excitement grew in intensity and I finally realized the large flock was flying around the tree, diving and making a lot of noise as if agitated. The tree was one of many in the line of small trees planted about five feet apart from each other on the median, yet the crows were only interested in my tree. I had to laugh, for the crows must have known that their namesake, our villain named Crowe, was making more trouble for our hero and heroine.
TS: Sue-Ellen and I didn’t spare Cailean’s male sensibilities on the wedding night in Edge of Yesterday. Some of you may be familiar with the medieval ‘viewing’ (and coaching) ceremony on the wedding night. As you can well imagine, Cailean had his work cut out for him when he had to consummate his marriage.