A Fine Scottish Spell (The Magical Matchmakers of Seven Cairns #2)

E mily drew the heavy shawl closer around her while sitting on the ledge of the large bay window of her sittingroom—a room Gryffe had ordered tailored for her in an astonishingly short amount of time, for when her sanity needed to escape the United Kingdom of Scotland’s alternate eighteenth century.

Another winter storm howled across the land, bringing more snow, ice, and bitter cold.

A heavy sigh filled with sadness escaped her.

Even if Gryffe transported her to Seven Cairns, and she portaled through to the twenty-first century, it was doubtful she could book a flight home for the holidays since the weather was probably doing the same there.