
The Celtic Brooch Time-Travel Series

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From the twenty-first century white-plank fenced pastures of Lexington, Kentucky, to the nineteenth century Oregon Trail, Katherine Lowry Logan weaves a story rich in detail and mystery and takes us on one woman’s journey of recovery and discovery as she searches for her true identity.
A lone survivor of a drunk-driving crash that killed her parents and fiancé, paramedic Kitherina MacKlenna makes a startling discovery that further alters her life. A faded letter reveals she was abandoned as a baby on the doorstep of MacKlenna Mansion’s east portico wrapped in a blood-splattered shawl, with a portrait miniature of a nineteenth-century man in one hand, and a Celtic brooch with mystical powers in the other.
Following leads in an Oregon Trail journal, she is swept back to 1852. The clock is ticking. She has only eight weeks to unravel the journal’s secrets, solve a murder, and uncover the truth about her birth.
Her quest is thwarted when she meets Cullen Montgomery, a Bach whistling, Shakespeare quoting San Francisco bound lawyer. He quickly sets his sights on seducing the eccentric ‘widow’ who stirs his passion and confounds his logic. If she gives in to the growing attraction between them, it will put his life in danger and threaten to destroy her only chance to discover who placed the brooch in her hand and sent her off through the amber light to a time not her own.
Works in Progress
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THE SAPPHIRE BROOCH |
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THE EMERALD BROOCH |
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THE LAST MACKLENNA (Contemporary Romance) |
Three Lines and a Horse, February 24, 2008
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"The rhythm of the language is wonderful; this writer has an ear. Vocabulary is good. Sentence structure is good, even with three long sentences in a row. In short, there's evidence of a real writer at work here."
— Theresa Stevens
"The pill bottle in the pocket of her tight-fitting riding pants - That is one gorgeous string of words. Read it out loud and listen to the cadence. It almost sounds like a canter. This is a natural result of using chained prepositional phrases, and is one of the reasons we like prepositional phrases better than other kinds of phrases."
— Alicia Rasley