Binding Vows was a delightful surprise, blending two of my favorite things, Scottish men and time travel, together into one book. Bybee writes in such a way that I often could not put the book down for a span of several hours. She takes the traditional romance formula of the beautiful virgin, the experienced warrior, and the irrefutable power of true love, and makes it feel new.

Duncan MacCoinnich’s task… Travel to the twenty-first century Renaissance Faire, deflower the Druid virgins, and go home. Only his job is not so easily accomplished with the virgin in question, Tara McAllister. Time is running out. The evil is closing in on them both. Tara finds Duncan irresistible after what was supposed to be a mock Hand-fasting binds them. When Duncan whisks her to his home in Scotland she could accept that. But, can she forgive him for taking away her modern life when she finds herself in the sixteenth century? And is it love they feel? Or something else?

Jilly lets herself get conned by a couple of grannies, mistaking their cardigans and grey hair for signs that they're harmless old ladies who just want to share cookies and knit. She finds herself stuck in a rocky situation that is only escape-able by jumping into the willing, rock hard, muscular frame of one Scottish hottie with a body - the Laird Ross. Monty to his buddies, Oh-Mama-Please-Rip-My Clothes-Off-And-Bang-Me to any red blooded woman within licking distance. What's Jilly do when she finds herself transported back in time and falling for a brogue and some thickly muscled thighs? Pfft, girl, you know what she does! She uses his tartan for a snot rag and then eats him out of [...]

In Going Back For Romeo, the heroine is buried alive in order to be sent back in time. But other than that, I’d have to say the darkest thing I’ve ever written was a scene where I murdered my nom de plume—my pen name, my other self. That’s right. I murdered Ainsley MacQueen.