Who Likes A Good Time Travel Romance?

I do! I do! *Beth has her hand up.

After incorporating a time travel element in the form of flashbacks to early nineteenth century Virginia into my first such novel, Somewhere My Love, my ultimate challenge was setting a time travel romance novel in Scotland.  I’ve never physically been there, though many in my family have and told me all about its grandeur and charm.   I’ve certainly read, heard, and seen many descriptions of Scotland.  Being a history buff I’ve read up on and watched numerous programs set in the British Isles.  I’m a British junkie, an anglophile, while equally preoccupied with early America.  But then America and Great Britain are both tied together, and were especially linked in the colonial time period.  The Shenandoah Valley of Virginia where I live and my family has lived for several hundred years resembles the hills, mountains, and valleys of Scotland and Ireland that drew so many Scots/Irish to settle here.  So that gave me an ‘in.’

Up until SOMEWHERE MY LASS I’ve set all my stories in America, past and present. This departure to Scotland was, as I said, indeed a challenge, but I drew deeply on my English Scots-Irish roots, which I’ve been doing all along. Apart from the prominent Native American heroes and characters in my work (Through the Fire, Red Bird’s Song, Daughter of the Wind) the others are all of English/Scots-Irish backgrounds, with a smidgen of French. My ancestors, too, have a smidgen of French in the meld.

A little more about the inspiration behind SOMEWHERE MY LASS:
As is often the case, the opening of this book was inspired by a dream, one that grabbed my attention and made me wonder where in the world do I go from here? Inquiring minds like mine want to know the rest of the story and so I delved & plotted, lay awake nights trying to recapture that dream. Ultimately, this suspenseful time travel evolved from years of research into my distant Scottish roots and a long-held fascination with the idea of actually being transported to the past, with a proviso that I can return to the present whenever the thrill wears off. Say, by tea time. My characters are far more adventurous than I.

Certainly, I was influenced by my beloved C S Lewis in his Chronicles of Narnia that I grew up reading. I’m still looking for Narnia. Isn’t everyone? Not to mention, movies like Back to the Future and Timeline –I don’t care what the critics say I’d loved it–but I like to think, and my editor assures me, that I’ve achieved an original take on the oft visited time travel theme. And no, I’ve not read author Diane Gabledon or other Scottish time travels so cannot be accused of those influences.  One of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read with exquisite imagery and intriguing time travel isTom’s Midnight Garden by Philippa Pearce, and Susan Einzig.   A book written for older children but really for anyone.  Me, for instance.  It’s an absolute delight.

Back to Somewhere My Lass…of course, my love for old castles and the Scottish highlands also lent inspiration.  The concept behind my SOMEWHERE series is that the story opens in modern-day, so far my home state of Virginia and I don’t see that changing, and then transports the reader SOMEWHERE else–either back to an earlier time in the same house, as in SOMEWHERE MY LOVE, or another place altogether, as in SOMEWHERE MY LASS. Sounds simple enough, right? But writing these stories isn’t. There were times when I thought I’d never make it through ‘Lass’ but am thrilled that I did.

Did I get the setting right?  Only those of you who dwell in that beautiful land or have visited Scotland can say.  I loved writing SOMEWHERE MY LASS and am pondering a sequel.


Blurb: Neil MacKenzie’s well ordered life turns to chaos when Mora Campbell shows up claiming he’s her fiancé from 1602 Scotland. Her avowal that she was chased to the future by clan chieftain, Red MacDonald, is utter nonsense, and Neil must convince her that she is just addled from a blow to her head–or so he believes until the MacDonald himself shows up wanting blood. Mora knows the Neil of the future is truly her beloved Niall who disappeared from the past. Although her kinsmen believe he’s dead, and she is now destined to marry Niall’s brother, she’s convinced that if she and Neil return to the past, all will be right. The only problem is how to get back to 1602 before it’s too late. The balance of the present and future are in peril if she marries another, and the Neil of the present will cease to exist. An ancient relic and a few good friends in the future help pave the way back to the past, but will Mora and Neil be too late to save a love that began centuries before?


First Excerpt:

“You are a beauty.” His words were a hoarse whisper.

The rise and fall of her chest betrayed a deep inhalation of breath. A flicker of reproach lit her eyes.

“I dinna think ye took heed of me at all.”

He winced at the well-deserved jab. “About before, I’m sorry I left you so suddenly. But there’s no earthly way I could fail to notice you. I’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind and even then…”

The tension in her face eased and then the hurt returned. “Oh, aye? How could ye forget all ye knew?”

He remained as he was, threading that wealth of hair through his fingers. Again, the rational part of him argued, “Is it possible you’re imagining you knew me before?”

She balked, a mutinous glint in her eyes. “Nae.”

He slid his hand to the finely crafted silver chain at her throat and coaxed the coverlets further down.

A slight gasp escaped her lips. He muted any outward response to the thrill running through him.

The scooped neckline of her nightgown revealed the tops of white breasts sprinkled with freckles. Above this heart-hammering sight hung the crucifix. “I gave this to you?” he managed to ask without betraying the swell of emotion surging inside him.

“At our betrothal.”

Second Excerpt:

How in the name of— Stunned beyond oaths, Neil gaped down at the slender young woman dressed in an outlandish Scottish costume. Hair the color of a flaming sunset spilled down over the red and blue tartan plaid draped around her like a shawl. A circular brass brooch heavily engraved by some skilled craftsman held the edges together. A full green skirt covered the rest of her, a hint of petticoats beneath. Good God. She looked straight out of the Old Country. In profound disbelief, he knelt beside her and laid his hand on her shoulder. He wasn’t hallucinating. She was real enough, warm against his hand. Stranger still, the peaty scent of turf smoke emanated from her. And some perfume he couldn’t place, but inherently knew.

Moss rose, maybe? The rich meld of fragrances carried him back, but to where? Baffled, he shook her gently. “Miss?” She gave a soft moan. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

She turned toward him, fluttering a dark fringe of auburn lashes. Another moan issued from between what surely were petal soft lips. He frowned at the ugly bruise marring her forehead. Had that maniac done this to her?

The rest of her smooth skin was pale except for the sprinkle of freckles on her nose—not too long with a pert tilt, Neil noted, along with an absence of any other immediate injuries. Thank God he hadn’t been too late to help this young woman. Perhaps he’d frightened off her attacker, the coward. Although he had no idea where the killer had gone.

Neil remained on his guard. He mustn’t take anything for granted. The only certainty—a violent criminal was on the loose. Difficult to keep watching over his shoulder, though, with the inexplicable stranger commanding his attention.

Intrigued, despite the gruesome circumstances of their meeting, Neil locked his gaze on her once again. Vivid blue eyes, cast with a purplish hue, opened wide. Unusual color and deeply stirring. She blinked and stared up at him as if he’d materialized out of the mist. But it was she who’d mysteriously come upon him with such wonder and beauty.

His already pounding heart skipped a beat for an entirely different reason now. He looked long into her eyes…for a moment he forgot the grisly murder, forgot everything. There was a timeless quality in those violet depths; the term “window to the soul” took on a whole new meaning. And it seemed to him that he’d seen these eyes before… Impossible.


He came back to himself. Mastering the tremor threatening his speech, he said, “You were knocked out, but you’ll be all right.”

She shook her head, wincing. “None of us will. The MacDonald comes,” she warned in a Scottish brogue.

The hair on the back of Neil’s neck bristled. And so it begins, a voice inside him said.


*Above Pic of The Door to Nowhere, or so Neil thinks.

SOMEWHERE MY LASS is available in digital download at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon as a Kindle, and at other online booksellers.

*SOMEWHERE MY LASS was featured on Barbara Vey’s blog at Publisher’s Weekly!

21 responses to “Who Likes A Good Time Travel Romance?

  1. Beth, my hand is up too! And your time travels are wonderful. I loved SOMEWHERE, MY LASS. It left me with a happy sigh. Good luck with all your books! And good luck with your health.


  2. Thanks so much Caroline dear. 🙂 Drinking green tea, taking my olive leaf extract, and praying it helps me hang tough. Lord knows I’m trying. Finding the energy to write can be a challenge but I have good and not so good days. It will just take my longer than it used to in order to complete a story but I’ll get there. And thanks again.


  3. Love the new colors on your site, but miss the hills and valleys. You use such gorgeous photos.

    I loved SOMEWHERE, MY LASS and would like to read a sequel. What was Neil’s friend’s name? I forgot since it’s been more than an hour, but I loved the nerdy guy. He’d be a great hero when he finds himself, IMO

    I know I’ve already commented, but I saw your Facebook comment.


  4. Thanks dear. Fergus is his name and I love him tooo. He’s my inspiration for a sequel. 🙂 I’ll get some more hills and valleys back up soon. I’ll vary my pics. 🙂


  5. Did I read that post correctly? Are you thinking of doing a sequel to Somewhere My Lass with Fergus as the lead character? I must say that he was one of my favorite characters and the possibilities would be endless for that boy. Where would this story take place, or am I asking you to give away to much? I loved reading Somewhere My Lass so I know a sequel with Fergus would be grand.


    • Thanks so much Brenda and yes, a sequel to Somewhere My Lass with Fergus featuring the same characters and introducing one or two new ones, so back to Bonnie Old Scotland again. 🙂 That much I feel free to divulge. 🙂


  6. Hooray! I loved Fergus. His would be a great story.


  7. Thanks Caroline. I’m thinking of starting a Fergus fan club. 🙂


  8. Count me in for the Fergus fan club :). He is the nerd that everyone wants to love, remindes me of Steve Erkle.


  9. I love a good time travel romance and Somewhere My Lass sounds like it has all the required elements. I’m particularly fond of stories set in Scotland and Ireland too. Good for you for taking the leap to a story set in a different land!


  10. Hmmm….
    Scotland good, time travel good, Fergus – hunky name… I’m on board AND you chose my favorite hottie Scottie, Gerard Butler in Timeline (Sooo Good).
    Beth – you have a new fan!


  11. Beth, the photographs on your website are gorgeous! SOMEWHERE MY LASS sounds wonderful. I adore stories set in Scotland. Best of luck with this series!


  12. I love time travel romances, no matter where they’re set. In fact, when I started reading romances, it was the time travels that attracted me most. I think this started when I was a kid watching ‘The Time Tunnel’. Someting about people from different times meeting face to face. It’s no wonder my first published romance is also a time travel. Yours sounds intriguing. I’ll be sure to check it out.


  13. Thanks Susan. I totally agree.


  14. LOVE LOVE LOVE a great time travel. Can’t get enough of ’em.


  15. Beth,
    I couldn’t be more thrilled with your success!!! Plus all you do in your crowded life for those with whom you come in contact.


  16. Well thanks ever so much. 🙂


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