Title: The Quest
Author: Pam Binder
Genre: Fantasy/Time Travel
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Medieval Highland apprentice witch Ana de Dannon is desperate to free her imprisoned mother and needs a champion. Her evil stepbrother has offered her mother’s freedom in exchange for his defeat at the tournament. Knowing it’s a trap, she still summons a legendary warrior. But instead of Cuchulainn, a famous 21st-century quarterback appears.
Kenneth “Mac” MacKinnon is stunned he has traveled to 14th century Scotland but agrees to help Anna free her mother if she will return him to the future. Fighting their mutual attraction, Ana trains Mac for the competition. He is a fast learner, with a kind heart buried under his arrogance, but he has much to learn. Ana fears their chances of escaping with her mother and their lives diminish by the day.
Mac struggled to open his eyes. The last thing he remembered was the yelling and cheering of the crowd. Now there was only silence, and the feel of someone shaking him gently. He’d probably been carried off the field and taken to a hospital. Well, he needed to let the nurse know he was awake and that he was okay. He wondered how the team was doing without him.
After a few attempts, he succeeded in opening his eyes. He wondered why no one had taken off his helmet. He removed it and spit out the mouth guard. A woman with waist-length red hair and a smile that stopped his heart was kneeling over him. She looked as though she were dressed for a costume ball. He pushed himself to a sitting position, and his football rolled out of his grip.
Odd. He shouldn’t still have it. He’d expected hospital whites and antiseptic smells, not a room that resembled a dungeon. A fireplace and candles provided the only light in the room. A table close to the hearth held several open leather-bound books and a litter of day containers. The room smelled musty.
The woman bowed her head. “I am honored you have come, Cuchulainn. My name is Lady Ana de Dannon, but you may address me as Ana if that is your wish.”
Mac scrambled to his feet, clutching his helmet by the strap. His legs felt like overcooked spaghetti. He was dreaming again, and it was even weirder than before. He wished his subconscious would get his name straight. “I’m Kenneth MacKinnon, not Cuchulainn, and what is this place?”
“Stirling Castle, my lord. 1328.”
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Pam Binder is an award-winning Amazon, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author who loves Irish and Scottish myths and legends. She loves to travel, and besides visiting the majority of the United States, she has also visited, Hong Kong, Mexico, Canada, Ireland, Scotland, England, Spain, Portugal, Italy, France, Canary Islands, and Germany. The excuse to travel for research is made easier when one of her sons lives in France and the other in Germany. Pam is also the president of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association, a conference speaker and teaches two year-long novel writing courses, after the First Draft and Write Your Story. Pam writes historical fiction, contemporary fiction, time travel, young adult and fantasy.
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