Dougray Fitzpatrick finds that Aislinn Hennessy is fearless in the face of an enemy, but shies away from what her heart holds true. Aislinn discovers that Dougray is honest and brave to a fault. He would die for her if necessary. They were thrown together by a twist of fate, a magical mist that sends them back to sixteenth century Ireland where conspiracies, feuds and unexpected violence are commonplace threats, but along the way, they discover a few surprises that neither one expects: a chance for love even when they're: Lost in the Mist of time.

REVIEW

A Must Read

Being a history buff, The Title of Lost in the Mists of Time and the setting in 16th Century Ireland, where my ancestors once called home, led me to read a romantic tale, which for me is very rare.

Karen Michelle Nutt has penned a very entertaining story filled with hilarity, strong complex characters, love, danger, fear, courage and a larger than life adventure that captured me completely. Lost in the Mists of Time is a fantastic tale, told by a gifted storyteller and will delight anyone that steps into this wonderful book and travels through the Mists of Time.

A Fantastic Tale! Gifted Storytelling! My highest Rating! A Must Read!

Reviewed by: Ray Ward
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EXCERPT

"Well, woman?" He threw up his hands. "I lose patience."

"Then listen well, young lord, for ye will have to keep the wits about ye, when ye are cast from this place and time."

"What are ye babbling about?"

She shook her head, but continued determined to make him listen to her. "Ye will be sent to another place and time for it has been written. Learn what need be so that ye can save yer future born."

He was about to give her an unpleasant retort but she silenced him. "I have more to say to ye before ye go wagging yer tongue." He gave her a rather unpleasant snort letting her know just how annoyed he was with her prattling. When she folded her arms against her chest and narrowed her silver-gray eyes at him, he finally gave in with an irritated harrumph, nodding for her to continue. "Ye will meet a lass that will believe yer tale. She will be the vision, a dream. Do not rush what should not be. Listen to yer heart, and ye will find yer true love. Do ye understand me Fitzpatrick"

"Aye, aye," he said with impatience to be gone. He wasn't one to believe in fanciful tales, and most especially if they involved matters of the heart.

"Ye will do well, young lord." She placed her gnarled hand on his. "Please pray ye will not tarry long in this other world."

Tarry? Dougray couldn"t help but chuckle. "How is it, old crone, that I will be thrust from this time and place?" Neala was well aware that he was just humoring her, but all the same she felt it was her duty to answer him.

"A mist like no other will appear covering ye like it were a woolen blanket. When ye finally come out of its heaviness, ye will be where yer destiny has sent ye."

Once more, Dougray's deep vibrant chuckle filled the night air. "I'll take heed, old crone. If ever I see such a mist, I'll do as ye bid. Now if that is all,I would like to get back to the warmth of my fire."

"I have spoken." With a wave of her hand, she turned away from him with her dismissal.

He shook his head wondering why he allowed her to give him orders. He straightened his mantle and strode back to his horse thinking no more of the old woman's prediction. "Magical mists!" he exclaimed. "Dar Dia!"