“Faolan stretched out on the blanket, propping his head on one elbow thoughtfully. “Eire is fine enough, I suppose,” he began, “but if I could have one wish, I’d show ye my Highlands. I’d take ye to the tops of… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Here’s a secret for ye, mo chridhe,” Maggie smiled, smoothing his hair back from his forehead, “nothing ever dies. The gift stays the same,… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Och, lass. Yer going to have to not do that.” Faolán exhaled. “Creeping up on a man is a dangerous thing, and I confess… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“I’m not holding out a whole lot of hope for you,” she snapped. “And quit calling me that. I liked it when I thought… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Finding her voice at last, she asked, “What dreams are you having, sir?” “I dreamt I was in a spring field and a woman… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre” — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“In the late afternoon, Lily approached Ian as he reclined on the couch sketching. “I’ve got something to ask you,” she said, the tiniest… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Submitted for your approval--the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and the gorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling” — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Faolan stretched out on the blanket, propping his head on one elbow thoughtfully. “Eire is fine enough, I suppose,” he began, “but if I… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Identify yourself,” Colleen demanded. “I’ve got a bat and I will beat the living shit out of you if you so much as blink.… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Lunch looks grand, Meg. You’ve really outdone yourself,” James commented, loading his plate. He frowned down at an escaping carrot extending precariously over the… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Refusing to lean back against him, Colleen sat ramrod straight until they reached the road. “I guess I should say thank you for saving… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Sweet bleedin’ Jesus,” Faolan exploded, snatching up the shirt and yanking it back down over her head in one fluid movement. “Do ye think… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
