Melissa Mayhue is another favorite author penning stories that I would swear she has written just for me. Healing the Highlander is the seventh book in the Daughters of the Glen series.
In this story we meet Drew and Leah, both are Fae descendants; both have been hurt by the Fae and both hate and want nothing to do with the Fae.
Drew was severely injured as a young man in a fight with a Fae and has spent years upon years searching for a way to cure and restore his leg before he becomes permanently crippled. If he becomes crippled he might as well give up because life as he has known it will be over. He’d do anything to find a cure even if he had to force someone to cure him.
Leah was captured and tortured for her Fae blood until she was rescued and then sent back in time to escape the evil men who hunt her. Her Fae blood and her Fae powers are a curse Leah would do anything to escape, even travel through time from the modern time to Medieval Scotland where everyday life is fraught with danger, not to mention no modern conventions in sight like a modern bathroom. Leah tries to hide her Fae power to heal but Drew suspects she could be the answer to his prayers.
That’s all I’m going to say because I hate giving away to much of the story and it’s such a wonderful story I really want you all to read it.
Here is the book blurb from Melissa’s website.
ANDREW MACALISTER longs for a cure to free him from the excruciating pain caused by an old wound, but when he rescues a drowning woman, he has no idea how much his life is about to change. All Drew knows is that this mysterious woman is hiding secrets—and that he’s never felt such a consuming desire before. Yet he cannot deny her request for help, even if it means bringing the detested English army to his Highland clan’s home.
LEAH NOBLE MCQUARRIE still harbors a deep hatred of the Fae who tortured her eleven years ago, forcing her to escape back in time to the thirteenth century. A descendant of the Fae, Leah denies her heritage and her magical healing abilities. But the English army is holding her beloved adoptive grandfather captive, so Leah must seek help from the Fae—and the captivating man whose touch she craves.
Then Drew discovers Leah’s secrets, and he’s torn between old loyalties and trusting a woman who has the power to give him the future he’s sought—but could destroy his clan forever…
and as an extra tease her is an excerpt also from Melissa’s website
HEALING THE HIGHLANDER Pocket Books, February 26, 2011
At her darkest moment, when she’d thought her future was lost, her sister’s new family had offered her a glimmer of hope. Robert had brought her here, seven hundred years into the past, depositing her in the care of his parents. Without even a hint of a Faerie in sight, Leah felt safe and secure for the first time in what seemed like forever. It was as if, at long last, she’d found a place to call home.
And then, just as she’d thought herself free to relax, Faerie magic had reared its ugly head once more. When that emerald sphere of magic had engulfed Robert and the woman he loved, Leah had felt as if her heart were about to burst out of her body. She’d felt the magic’s pull, as if it sought to drag her along with the other two. The hair on her arms had raised and her clothing had stood out from her body as if she were being sucked into the magic to return to her own time along with them. The dragging, pulling, suction had ceased only when the child, Jamie, had jumped into the circle and the three of them poofed into the future in a shower of magnificent colored sparkles.
How did she admit all that to the woman who had taken her in and even now worried over her?
She owed Margery MacQuarrie honesty even if it was the honesty of a coward. With a quivering breath, Leah wiped her eyes and tried to own up to her failings.
“Not because they left me behind, Grandma Mac, but because I was terrified the magic would take me along with them. Right back to…to all the things I’d thought I’d escaped. And when that poor little boy —,” her voice cracked with another sob as she acknowledged the monster her cowardice had made of her. “When the magic took Jamie instead, I was grateful, as awful as that makes me, grateful it was him and not me.”
Leah allowed Margery to enfold her in her comforting embrace, once more giving herself over to the tears that had taken so long to find their release.
“My poor, gentle-hearted lassie,” Margery murmured as she rocked back and forth. “You’ve no a need to take the lad’s going onto yerself. While it may be that Jamie took yer place, you must see that he belonged with Robbie and Isabella. Just as you belong here with us.”
“Do you really think so?” Leah pulled back from the older woman, searching her face for any sign that Margery simply patronized her with platitudes.
Nothing but sincerity shone in the older woman’s eyes. “I do, lass. The magic of the Fae works in its own mysterious way. And though I ken you believe you’ve no use for that part of yerself,” she held up a hand to quiet the protest Leah was about to make, “it is there, nonetheless. Just know, until the day comes you want to embrace it, we’ll no ever speak to it again, if that’s what you want.”
Leah nodded, slowly, overcome with gratitude for this caring woman who’d taken her in and treated her as if she really were her own flesh and blood. “It is. I only want to be normal.”
“Well then,” Margery smiled and rose to her feet, patting down her skirt as she did. “You’ve naught to worry over. After all, yer Leah MacQuarrie, daughter of Robert, granddaughter to Hugh and Margery. You can hardly be more normal than that, now can you?”
Leah rose hesitantly to stand, mindful of the raw burns covering half her body, the result of her having used her Faerie powers one last time to heal Jamie. The same boy who’d then gone to the future to take her place. The pain would be gone in a few days and her body would return to the way it had been. Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad trade for either of them.
Jamie, with his freshly healed body, would have all the advantages the twenty-first century had to offer, plus the love Robert and Isabella obviously felt for him.
She, after a few days to recuperate, would have the rest of her life to live out as a normal person, in the safety of this time and place, without ever having to touch the Faerie magic again.
And if you are so kind enough to visit Melissa’s website http://melissamayhue.com/index.html go to her extra’s page and click on the Tattoos and scrool down to the bottom to see a picture of my husband with Melissa’s Mark of the Guardian.
Here is a picture of Melissa with Denny too.
and here is a picture he took of me with Melissa and it’s blurry of course.