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Stars in Your Eyes

Lynn Kurland

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ISBN: 9780515156157
"Imogen Maxwell is on a hunt for rare, antique items to use on a period movie set. The last thing she expects to discover in the peaceful Scottish countryside is a pristine medieval sword--or to suddenly find herself facing its very vintage owner in a far too authentic castle"--Page 4 of cover.
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  • Mass Market Paperback
ISBN: 9780515156157
"Imogen Maxwell is on a hunt for rare, antique items to use on a period movie set. The last thing she expects to discover in the peaceful Scottish countryside is a pristine medieval sword--or to suddenly find herself facing its very vintage owner in a far too authentic castle"--Page 4 of cover.


"Imogen Maxwell is on a hunt for rare, antique items to use on a period movie set. The last thing she expects to discover in the peaceful Scottish countryside is a pristine medieval sword--or to suddenly find herself facing its very vintage owner in a far too authentic castle"--Page 4 of cover.

Publisher Description

The latest in a series about a woman who finds a magic sword and time-travels back to 13th century Scotland. Phillip de Piaget has run out of patience with his recalcitrant Scottish betrothed and is determined that she will join him in front of the altar. Only the lass he captures seems more interested in running away from him than talking to him. In fact, she seems to have no idea who he is. But taming his reluctant bride is the least of his worries; it seems someone else wants him at the chapel, in a stone box. As for Imogen, how can he let her go? She holds the key to his heart.

Author Biography

Lynn Kurland lives in Pacific Northwest.


Praise for New York Times bestselling author Lynn Kurland: "One of romance's finest writers."--The Oakland Press

"Both powerful and sensitive...A wonderfully rich and rewarding book."--Susan Wiggs, #1 New York Times bestselling author

"An enchanting, vibrant story."--Kirkus Reviews

"A superbly crafted, sweetly romantic tale."--Booklist

"[Kurland] weaves stories with a magic that could only be conjured from dreams."--The Reading Cafe

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New York Times bestselling author Lynn Kurland presents a sweeping romance in which true love can go beyond time...

Excerpt from Book

Chapter One Present Day England The next time she traveled halfway across the world, she was going to pack all her belongings in a bag with a functional zipper. Imogen Honoria Maxwell looked at what her too-full suitcase had just belched out in untidy piles around her and wished she had the energy to be embarrassed. As it was, all she could do was imagine how blissful it might feel to lie down on those piles and nap. She looked up what seemed an endless number of stairs at King''s Cross station, then wondered if she would draw undue attention to herself if she simply sat down in the midst of unmentionables and cried. She didn''t cry as a general rule, preferring to sort of slide past Fate''s notice whenever possible with a cheerful smile and a stiff upper lip, but she was in unusual and dire circumstances. She''d just finished a hellish trip she''d been sure would last the better part of eternity, she was in a foreign country where they drove on the wrong side of the road, and she had one shot at being brilliant at a job that could potentially bring her one step closer to her dream career. It was best not to add any more drama to what she already had going. At least there didn''t seem to be a crowd of Londoners scooping up her stuff and running off with it. That was the last thing she needed, to be in the wilds of England with no clean underwear. "Here, miss, let me help you." Imogen looked blearily at the people pushing past her and realized that someone had actually stopped to help her. She would have blushed at the sight of a very masculine hand gathering up her underclothes and stuffing them back into her suitcase, but she was too jet-lagged to do anything but stand there and yawn. She made a halfhearted effort to feel bad about not helping--no, that was too much trouble, too. She would have made a mental note to remind herself to get more sleep next time before a big trip, but she didn''t have a pen and her mind was a blank. Maybe she would remember it later. The man straightened and picked up her suitcase, broken zipper and all. "Is the rest of your gear manageable, think you?" She would have laughed a little at the turn of phrase, but before she could, she got a good look at her rescuer. All right, so she wasn''t one to go for blonds. That guy there was definitely gorgeous enough to leave her wondering if she''d made that decision precipitously. He smiled, and the sight of his dimple left her smiling as well. "Well," she began. "I''ll fetch your other case along as well, shall I?" "Um--" He didn''t seem to require more than that, which was good because she didn''t have any more than that to offer. He moved her second suitcase away from where she''d been standing guard over it, then fumbled very briefly with the extended handle before pushing it back inside its hiding place and simply hefting it as he had its misbehaving companion. He started up the stairs, then paused and looked over his shoulder. "Can you manage your wee rucksack?" "Rucksack?" she echoed. He smiled and Imogen reconsidered again her hesitation about men with fair hair. Maybe it was the personality that mattered, not hair color, but she really didn''t have a chance to give that too much thought. She was too busy trying to haul herself and her wee rucksack up the stairs after a guy who should have had the decency to look as if he were lugging two heavy suitcases up those same endless stairs. Maybe he was a hallucination. She paused on the landing to catch her breath and examine that idea. After all, what were the odds that a very handsome stranger would simply up and help her in the middle of a big city? She couldn''t even begin to face that math. All she knew for sure was that she wasn''t currently wrestling two suitcases all by herself and that was the sort of thing didn''t happen outside hallucinations. It was probably best to just play along until she snapped back to reality. She gathered her strength and started off after a guy who seemed to know where he was going, which she couldn''t argue with. At least he didn''t seem to be having nefarious designs on her underwear. "Headed north, are you?" he asked pleasantly, dropping back to walk beside her. She looked up into gray eyes--so that was their color--that perhaps should have seemed at odds with such blond hair but didn''t. "Ah . . ." "Beautiful country up north," he said, "and look you, here''s your train right there. Have your ticket, aye?" She was fairly sure she did, but that would have necessitated looking in her rucksack--er, her purse--for it. She supposed the best she could hope for was a seat where she could rummage through her stuff and hope it was still there. She could hardly believe they''d come so far through the station without her having noticed it, but maybe delusions were just like that. "Imogen!" She looked around blearily for the originator of that shout and finally saw a petite, dark-haired woman waving at her, obviously trying to get her attention. Imogen sighed in relief, realizing then just how nervous she''d been about her UK guide managing to find her. She waved back, then remembered her rescuer. She looked up at him. "Thank you . . ." She waited for him to supply a name, but he only smiled. "Of course," he said with a little bow. "Chivalry is always convenient." Chivalry. What an interesting way to put it. She stared after the man thoughtfully, watching him walk away, then melt into the crowd. "Who was that?" Imogen struggled for one last view of him. "No idea. I''ve never seen him before in my life." "Next time, Imogen, get a name and number." Imogen looked at Tilly Jones, the woman who had promised to be her lifeline for the next four months, and sighed. "I would have, but he just spent five minutes rifling through my underwear. I was too off-balance to do anything but hope he wasn''t making value judgments." "Rifling through your knickers?" Tilly asked, looking as if she very much wanted to laugh. "Not that." "Well, I suppose there was less of that and more just stuffing them back into my suitcase, but honestly I was just too sleepy to really identify which it was. Getting his name and number was beyond me." She yawned. "I think I need a nap." "And to think you could have been napping on that shoulder if you''d worked a little bit harder just now." "That kind of luxury would have been wasted on me, I''m afraid." She rubbed her eyes, wondering how it was possible so that so much grit could have found its way into them. "I think I left my ability to recognize a good-looking guy somewhere back on my endless trip here." It wasn''t the only thing of the male persuasion she''d left behind, but she supposed that was something she didn''t really need to discuss at the moment. The truth was, her love life wasn''t complicated, it was a disaster. If her life had been her suitcase, the contents wouldn''t have been strewn hopelessly all over King''s Cross, they would have been piled in a gutter where the only thing to do would have been to stand on the curb and admire the wreckage. No, better not to even begin to think about it. "I think I''d make the effort for someone who looked like that," Tilly said. "Oh, please just don''t make that effort now," Imogen said. "I have no idea where I''m going. I don''t even think I could find the train, much less figure out when to get off it." "The train''s right here, Imogen," Tilly said, sounding faintly alarmed. "And we''re going to Edinburgh. Don''t you have the itinerary I sent you?" "Of course I do," Imogen lied. She''d meant to download it to her phone on her way, but she''d been too busy trying to keep up with all the plane changes to think about anything past London. She''d been planning on enjoying a nice cappuccino in a caf

Product Details

Lynn Kurland
Short Title
Jove Books
Mass Market Paperback
Redmond, WA, US
Country of Publication
United States
Publication Date
De Piaget Family