"Beautifully evocative and romantic." - NYT bestselling author, Monica McCarty
An eighty-mile trek across the rugged, stunning beauty of Scotland’s Isle of Skye isn't something I imagined myself doing. Ever. This isn't a trail for beginners. And I'm not a hiker.
But I have to finish it, even if it kills me. I have no choice.
With the ever-changing weather and relentless terrain, I’m in over my head.
Rory Sutherland, my guide on this adventure, is not happy. We clash with every mile, but we recognize a shared pain. Not only is the journey a struggle, but the tension between us is taut with unsaid words. And hope.
He’s broken. I’m damaged. Together, we’re about to make the perfect storm.
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Two Days Earlier
"Welcome to the Isle of Skye!"
The enthusiastic shout startled me from the weird stupor I'd fallen into following my overnight transatlantic flight from New York to Glasgow, the four-hour train ride from Glasgow to Fort William in the West Highlands, and nearly three hours in a van, broken up by a few stops along the way to stretch our legs and take photos of the increasingly more spectacular scenery as we ventured deeper into the Highlands before crossing the bridge to Skye.
Where I'd spend the next week walking over eighty miles from the northernmost tip of Skye down along the eastern side of the island.
I had a vague impression of the other people in the van from our brief meeting in Fort William before we were picked up by the guys from Scotland By Foot, the trekking company I'd be hiking with: a couple from Florida and two women from London, all around my parents' age, and two bearded brothers in their thirties from somewhere in New England. They had all looked super-fit and super-excited, and if their well-used gear was any indication, super-experienced, too.
And they were all pairs. Couples, friends, brothers — and me. Traveling by myself, sitting in the front bench seat of the van with the two male guides. As if being a novice hiker doing a week-long trek on the Isle of Skye wasn't bad enough, I would be the only solo traveler in a group full of pairs.
Rather than dwell on that, I focused my attention on the jagged mountains in the distance, a blue-gray haze against the bright blue sky.
I sat up straight. Wait, were those mountains part of the Skye Trail? Carrie, what the hell were you thinking? And what the hell was I thinking when I decided to do this?
It was so wrong to be doing this trip without her. Carrie was the hiker, not me. We did everything else together, but not this. I was from flatter-than-flat Long Island, New York — how the hell would I be able to hike that mountainous trail?
Somehow, I would do it. I had to do it. For Carrie.
"How much longer?" asked one of the women in the back.
"About another half hour," said Tommy MacDonald, the guide who sat next to me on the bench seat, the one who'd just welcomed us to Skye.
"If we don't get stuck behind too many tourists," muttered Rory Sutherland, the other guide and driver of the van. If Tommy was the "friendly guide," as evidenced by the way he'd bounded up to us in Fort William with a blinding smile on his face, Rory appeared to be playing the role of "surly guide," barely saying a word on the three-hour drive except to swear at the drivers ahead of us.
Hopefully his grouchiness was due more to the long, slow drive on the narrow, one-lane-each-way roads — which I could relate to, coming from Long Island, where every hour was rush hour and every road was permanently under construction — and not an indication of how he'd be on the hike.
Otherwise, this would be a really long week.
God, the scenery was awesome. On one side of the road, jagged mountains stretched off into the distance as far as I could see; on the other side was the sea, sapphire blue in the afternoon sunlight. And all around were hilly, green fields dotted with fluffy, white sheep and frolicking lambs. Skye was remote, stunning, and intimidating.
But Carrie, did you really have to hike it?
I lowered the window so I could take a few photos. Then I looked at them to make sure they came out okay.
Rory said something under his breath.
"I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" He hadn't spoken to me at all other than a mumbled hello when Tommy introduced them both in Fort William.
"I said, 'there she goes again with her phone.'"
I stared at him. "Do you have some kind of problem with me?" I knew I sounded bitchy, but I so did not need this guy's attitude after eleventy million hours in transit.
He glanced at me, then back at the road, his facial features obscured by dark sunglasses and a ball cap. "I just don't understand why people travel thousands of miles from home to see a new place, and then spend the entire time on their phones. You haven't put yours down for more than five minutes since you got in the van. Maybe you should try stepping away from Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook for a little while and experience Skye for yourself rather than for all your many friends and followers."
I opened my mouth to tell him to piss off, but Tommy cut me off before I could speak. "Not this again," he said, looking at me apologetically. "Rory's like a broken record. He hates technology, would probably toss his phone and live off the grid if he could. Don't pay attention to him."
Tommy's diplomatic response derailed most of my angry retort. But I couldn't let Rory's condescension go unanswered. "You don't know anything about me, Rory," I hissed. "Not. One. Thing. So how about you don't make snap judgments, and I'll show you the same courtesy and not call you a jerk to your face."
"Burn," muttered Tommy.
"I shouldn't have said that," Rory acquiesced after a moment, looking over at me again.
I couldn't tell if he was sincere, but at least he'd sort of apologized. I nodded once and then focused my attention out the window again.
I was right. This was going to be a long week.
My room at the B&B in Portree was charming, with a large bed that was covered with a white duvet that looked like a cloud. I emailed my folks, gushing about the beautiful scenery.
Then I gave in to the lure of the white duvet and napped for an hour. That, plus a long, hot shower, went a long way to making me feel human again, as did the soothing routine of running my fingers through my long hair as I blow- dried it. I wasn't much for makeup, but with some concealer on the dark circles beneath my eyes and a touch of eyeliner, I looked less like a zombie.
I pulled on jeans and a black V-neck top and scrutinized myself in the mirror. Still pale, still tired-looking, but otherwise not bad. Besides, dinner in a pub I could handle easily enough.
It was hiking eighty-odd miles on the mountainous Isle of Skye over the next week, camping out nearly every night along the way, that might very well kill me.CHAPTER 2
The "welcome" dinner was at a pub a short walk down the street from the B&B. A long table was set up for us in the middle, and I took a seat next to Lucy, the woman from Florida.
"How are you feeling, dear? You look more rested than you did before."
I smiled. "Don't underestimate the value of a hot shower and some makeup."
"Oh, I never do."
The table filled in with the rest of the group, including two women who hadn't been in the van, and Tommy, Rory, and another woman, all in polo shirts bearing the "Scotland by Foot" logo of a figure with a walking stick.
Rory had ditched his hat and shades, and I finally got a good look at him. The light in the pub was dim, but there was enough sunlight coming in through the curtains to see that his wavy, longish hair was a lovely dark red color and his eyes were light — I couldn't tell the color from where I sat. He was also younger than I thought, probably not much more than twenty- one, like me.
Unlike Tommy, whose default expression seemed to be a cheerful grin, I'd yet to see Rory smile, even a little. In spite of the attitude, he was hot, and I couldn't help but imagine what he would look like if he did smile.
We all ordered drinks, and then the woman from SBF stood. She was in her thirties and lean and pretty, with a blonde ponytail.
"Hi, everyone, I'm Scarlet. I've been in touch with all of you via email, and I'm thrilled to welcome you to Skye in person. As I'm sure you've noticed, Skye has an extremely varied landscape. It won't be an easy week, but I promise you that it will be amazing to experience Skye on foot. You will feel small in the shadow of the Cuillins and the Quiraing, and you will feel tall when you stand atop Beinn Edra on the Trotternish Ridge.
"Rory Sutherland and Tommy MacDonald will be your guides. They're both certified Mountain Leaders, trained in first aid and with extensive experience leading treks all over Scotland, so you're in excellent hands."
She paused while the waitress passed around our drinks. "A quick toast to the start of our trek. Slàinte mhath!"
I raised my glass of white wine and repeated the toast.
We ordered our dinner, and then everyone went around the table to introduce themselves. The new arrivals were sisters in their mid-twenties from Edinburgh, who'd driven up that morning. I was glad there were some girls my own age, though it made my chest ache to look at them. Their constant touches — a hand on the other's arm as a story was shared, a shoulder jostle when one of them razzed the other — was so reminiscent of how Carrie and I were together that it just made me miss her even more.
Each of the others mentioned some of the previous hikes they'd been on. I mumbled something about some of the day hikes I'd done with Carrie back home (when I was like fifteen, which I didn't mention), but reality was setting in fast.
I was so out of my league.
The group seemed nice, and dinner was fun. But before long, I could feel my body begin to crash.
"I can see that you're all tired, so we're going to wrap this up," said Scarlet. "Tomorrow morning, we'll meet at eight forty-five, at the market right across from your B&B so you can get your lunch for tomorrow and the day after. You'll also want to have at least two to three liters of water with you, as well as some bags for trash."
We settled the bill and exited the pub into the early evening. It was May, and although it was after eight p.m., the sun was only now beginning to set. The road we walked along was atop a hill, providing a view of the brightly colored buildings along the waterfront below.
"I'm going to take a walk by the water," I said to Pat, the fifty-something woman from London, who was traveling with her friend Linda while their husbands were golfing in St. Andrews. "I'll see you in the morning."
"You sure you can find your way back to the B&B?"
She sounded like a British version of my mother, and I had to smile. "Yes. I'll be fine."
"All right, then. Good night."
I snapped a few shots of the waterfront and then followed the road down and leaned against the railing. Small boats and dinghies were tied off to cleats, and sailboats sat quietly at anchor.
I glanced at the time. Just after three p.m. back home. I dialed the number.
"Amelia? Where are you?"
"Hey, Helen," I said to Carrie's mom. "I'm on Skye. We just had dinner, and we start the walk tomorrow. How is she?"
"No change. But that means she's not any worse," she added brightly.
Every day for three weeks now, it was the same. No change. And every day, it killed me a little more to hear that desperate brightness in Helen's voice. She was right; "no change" meant that she wasn't any worse. But would she ever get better?
"We just have to stay positive," I said, knowing I should take my own advice. "Can I say a quick hi to her?"
I gave Carrie a quick rundown of the scenic drive to Skye and briefly described the group, making sure I sounded as upbeat as possible.
After I ended the call, I gazed out at the harbor, willing the serenity of the scene before me to seep into my soul and relieve some of the ache that had been there for so long.
The two sisters from Edinburgh, Molly and Megan, walked on the shore below, their arms linked, laughing about something.
One blonde and one brunette, just like Carrie and me. They could be Carrie and me, the way their strides matched exactly, the way their long ponytails swung from side to side as they walked. The way they laughed so hard that they had to hold onto each other to keep from toppling over.
Tears filled my eyes, and a wave of pain washed over me, so intense that I had to clutch the rail. Would Carrie and I laugh like that again?
Yes, we will. I had to believe it. Anything less was unacceptable.
"You should get to bed. We have a long day tomorrow."
I wiped my eyes and turned to see Rory standing a few feet away. Something about his tone got my back up. "Scarlet didn't mention that we had a curfew."
He frowned, clearly not expecting my sarcasm. "You don't. But even though it's only about eight miles tomorrow, I don't want you holding up the group because you're tired and jet-lagged."
My whole body stiffened. "First I'm addicted to social media, now I'm holding up the group. Looks like I'm off to a good start. Thank you for your concern," I hissed. "It's time for me to go, anyway."
He looked down for a moment. "Amelia —"
I held up a hand. "You're right. I am tired, and it'll be a long day tomorrow. But you don't need to be a jerk about it. Again."
I stomped up the hill, all of my earlier serenity gone. Why was he such an ass to me?
It didn't matter. I didn't need him to like me. He just had to do his job and guide the trek.
Only eight miles tomorrow, he'd said. I'd done a few ten-mile walks back home over the last two weeks in an effort to prepare myself. But as I looked at the hills overlooking Portree and remembered the peaks that loomed in the distance on the way here, I didn't think that those flat, paved paths on Long Island were going to be any help at all.
I had bigger things to concern myself with than Rory not liking me.CHAPTER 3
Way to go, jackass. I watched Amelia stalk up the hill, her curtain of shiny brown hair swinging against her back. Though I wasn't sure why my advice had caused a confrontation. Well, accusing her of holding up the group before you've even started walking might have had something to do with it. After insulting her in the van.
I shouldn't have said that. I was already on edge, which was why I'd walked down by the water. I'd hoped to clear my head, to find some zen in preparation for the week to come, and it hadn't worked. And suddenly she was there, gazing out over the quiet harbor, looking as though she'd found the peace I'd failed to achieve — except for her hands, which had clutched the railing like it was the only way she could keep upright.
Like she was terrified of what lay ahead.
That was what had set me off. If she was afraid, it meant she was likely inexperienced. Which was fine on an easy trail, but not on Skye. Inexperience led to mistakes. It put other people in jeopardy and led to injury — or worse. You just had to look at the reports from Mountain Rescue to see how true that was.
Maybe I was overreacting. Tommy, with all his psychology classes, would say I was projecting — transferring my own worries on to her. And maybe he would be right.
I trudged back to my B&B and entered the room I was sharing with Tommy. He looked up from his phone, his smile fading. "What's wrong?"
I sighed. Tommy knew me too well. "I just had a confrontation with Amelia."
His eyebrows went up. "Amelia from the group?"
I pulled my fleece over my head and stared at him. "Do you know another Amelia I'd be likely to encounter in Portree on this particular evening?"
He rolled his eyes. "No. I guess I'm just trying to figure out why you would have started another fight with a lass in the group who you barely know."
"What makes you think I started it?" Christ, I sounded like a twelve-year-old.
"Because she seems like a nice lass, because you already picked one fight with her, and because I've known you for a long time. You always get snappish when we do the Skye Trail."
"I don't — "
"You do. You could say no, you know, ask Scarlet to have one of the others do Skye. But you never do."
I sank down on the edge of the bed and scrubbed my hands over my face, then met his steady gaze. "No. I have to do it. You know I do."
He nodded. "Aye, I know. I just wish you'd stop torturing yourself."
The Skye Trail was challenging, but that wasn't what either of us was talking about. I'd guided plenty of other treks, some much more difficult than the mountainous and unpredictable Skye Trail, and I'd "bagged" dozens of Munros — the nickname for Scotland's peaks that stood three thousand feet or higher.
There were other reasons why the Skye Trail was difficult for me — and why I would keep doing it, over and over again. I had to.
It was my penance.CHAPTER 4
The next morning, after a forty-minute ride from Portree, our group gathered in a car park on the north end of Skye. Our guides were in cargo shorts and lightweight fleeces, while the rest of us were in long pants and heavier jackets against the chilly morning. Was it a macho thing, or were they really not cold?
"Welcome to the beginning of the Skye Trail," said Scarlet. "Tommy, you want to start the briefing?"
"Rory and I will alternate who leads and who brings up the rear. The Skye Trail isn't easy. Sometimes we'll be walking along the edge of a cliff, or out on an exposed ridge in the wind. There are sections where there's no trail at all, and sections where we'll be crossing a bog or a burn — that's a small river for the Yanks who don't know the lingo. And the weather is often unpredictable. If either of us gives you an order, we expect it to be followed, as it's for your safety and that of the group. There won't be any facilities along the way — pretty much ever-but feel free to duck off the trail when you need to.(Continues…)
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Absolutely love this book and could not put it down until I finished it. The storyline is very unique. There's mystery, challenges and love. I held my breath until the end. I love reading about Scotland and this book covers the beauty of this country and the challenges associated with it. I highly recommend this book.
Really enjoyed this book.
Amelia is heartbroken and guilt-ridden. Her best friend Carrie is in a coma because of an accident she caused. She wasn't paying attention well enough and their car crashed. Carrie was looking forward to an eighty-mile hike on the Isle of Skye and to do something meaningful for her friend, Amelia is going in her place. She will take plenty of photos and makes sure she talks to Carrie on videos and through phone calls, so her friend can experience a little of what the trails are like when she wakes up. Amelia isn't a skilled hiker, which means she has quite a challenge ahead of her. Amelia pushes all of Rory's buttons. He's angry because she's constantly using her phone and her level of experience scares him. They frequently clash, but while hiking together Rory discovers that first impressions can be wrong, Amelia isn't a superficial woman at all and she actually has a story to tell. Rory is fighting his own demons and Amelia understands him better than anyone he's ever met before. Can they overcome their differences and give each other a chance? Under a Storm-Swept Sky is a beautiful romantic story. Rory and Amelia are both broken. They have been through a lot and that makes it difficult for them to communicate at first. There's plenty of tension between them and they repeatedly argue. When the journey progresses they find something with each other that they both desperately need though, comfort. They are soul mates and it's clear from the start that they belong together. They are from different continents, so I was curious to find out if they'd find a way to be with each other. I couldn't turn the pages quickly enough and loved every single chapter of their story. Beth Anne Miller has written a gorgeous deep love story. I admired her thorough descriptions of the emotions of her main characters. She clearly understands what they're feeling and that makes it possible to get very close to Rory and Amelia. I love it when the surroundings intensify a connection, Beth Anne Miller combines their complex relationship with many stunning settings. She makes the Isle of Skye come to life in an amazing way, I could easily picture every single path and each fantastic view, which is something I absolutely loved. Under a Storm-Swept Sky is a mesmerizing moving story, a precious adventure combined with heartwarming true love.
OMG!!! Amazing read by Beth Anne Miller! All I can say is I have another favorite read of 2018 to add to my ever-growing list, but this is also an ALL TIME FAVORITE AS WELL! Amelia and Rory should never have crossed paths. She is from New York and is a self-proclaimed beach girl and has been anticipating a move to Miami with her best friend, Carrie. Rory is a rugged, sometimes moody tour guide in Scotland. Both are completely opposite of one another, but when Amelia arrives in Scotland to take part in a demanding hiking tour of the Isle of Skye, these two strangers will become so much more to each other. Amelia’s first impression of Rory is that of a judgmental jerk who seems to take issue with everything she does. Rory’s first impression of Amelia is a young woman addicted to social media, always taking pictures, and completely unprepared for what she is about to endure. The two are constantly at each other’s throats…in the beginning. When she is hurt and is facing not completing the hike, she reveals to Rory the real reason she is there. Instead of being the jerk she expects him to be, he becomes her biggest supporter. Thus, begins one of the MOST HEARTFELT, EMOTIONAL, AND MOVING LOVE STORIES I’VE EVER READ!!! The book was beautifully and magically woven together. Even the title, Under a Storm-Swept Sky is perfect. The weather in this region of Scotland is unpredictable and stormy, just like Amelia and Rory are. Both of them are carrying around guilt and seem stuck in life, never able to unload any of the guilt they feel. Discovering what each of them has experienced, at times, brought me to tears. The imagery Miller used when each of them found some sort of peace and redemption was magical. There was a great cast of secondary characters, Tommy, Gav, Scar, and Carrie. Carrie and Amelia’s relationship was very special as was Tommy’s and Rory’s. I learned so much about Amelia and Rory through those relationships. The romance was the perfect combination of sexy and sweet. Their love scenes will definitely get your heart beating fast, but the emotional connection will also melt your heart COMPLETELY! As much as this was romantic, it was also a novel about redemption and second chances. It is about letting go of your past, being present in life..enjoying it, and fulfilling your own dreams. The book was also very well-written. I felt like I was there with both of them. I could picture it, and then I went and looked up the places she was describing. Miller has added a place on my wish list to travel to. This is a very special book…one that should be savored. I guarantee it will stay with you long after you read the last word. ***READ AND REVIEWED FOR DEVILISHLY DELICIOUS BOOK REVIEWS***
Amelia is hiking the Isle of Skye trek for her friend who can’t make. A hiking novice, has Amelia bitten off more she can chew? Rory guides the Isle of Skye trek as a kind of penance. When he offers to help Amelia he doesn’t realise that she may be the one to help him A lovely story that kept me hooked
This was my first book by Beth and not my usual type of read. I was very intrigued by the blurb, Scotland being a place I have visited a few times with my family, but never made it to the Isle of Skye, but after reading this I would love to visit!! This book turned out to be so much more than I was expecting!! I was captivated by the story within the first few pages, and the descriptive writing and heart in the story-line transported me all the way to the Isle of Skye, I could quite literally be there taking in its breathtaking splendor!! The story of two broken souls, Amelia is an American tourist having signed up to an 80 mile trek around Skye with no walking experience, doing the walk in place of her friend who was injured in an accident. Of course there is more to this background than just that, she is battling her own demons and has the strength and courage to be there on her own to battle through them. Rory is one of the Scottish walking guides, gruff, sour and and snappy with Amelia, they really get on each others nerves. Rory has his own demons that he has to fight whilst out walking with the tourists, trying to teach them all the skills they will need to complete their journey safely. Rory turns out to be the one to be able to help Amelia complete her trek, discovering how attracted they are to each other and the chemistry between them along the way. Both have walls up to protect themselves from getting hurt, but these need to be broken down and understood if they have any chance of being together. This book takes you on a beautiful and emotional journey as Rory and Amelia discover themselves and help to heal each other. The amazingly picturesque setting of Skye form the perfect backdrop to this story and really transports you there with its vivid and lifelike descriptions. This book really did pull me in from start to finish and really took me by surprise just how much I loved the story and how immersive it was. A heart-warming tale full of emotions that really got under my skin and left a vivid mark. Highly recommended reading.
I loved this story! It is a beautifully touching story with so many layers to it, like a tasty treat you just don’t want to put down till it is finished. It is an amazing story of Amelia’s attempt to fulfil the dream of her close friend and complete the eighty mile trek across the Isle of Skye. She’s never attempted anything like this before, in fact she’s always refused to join in such activities. As the reasons for her doing it this time are revealed, her determination and resolve to complete it grow. Rory is initially so disparaging of her goals but ends up being her biggest supporter. Both are on their own journey to emotional healing because of personal painful events that have severely impacted on them, leaving them with heavy guilt pains. The setting is superb and the carefully crafted descriptions bring them to life in the reader’s imagination. The interactions between all the characters are so well portrayed that it feels as though you are there, witnessing everything - the sights and smells, the wind and rain, the sunshine, the struggles and successes. It is a poignant story that I suspect will stay with me for years to come and it is certainly one which I intend re-reading in future. This is a keeper, one of the best books I’ve read and very worthy of the 5* rating I’m giving it IMHO. I’ll definitely be looking for more by this highly talented author in future! I requested and was lucky enough to be given a copy of this novel, via NetGalley, with no obligation. This is my honest review of the book after choosing to read it.
Fantastical! I don't know where to start. The first thing I have to say is this is a must read. I loved it. Absolutely hands down, loved it. This book doesn't miss a beat. From the very first page you'll be sucked right in and you won't want to put in down after it ends. Amelia, travel weary flying to Skye to take the place of her best friend who couldn't make the trip so she's doing it in her place. She's exhausted, inexperienced and hates hiking. So why would she sign up for an 80 mile hike across the Isle of Skye, the rugged terrain, the weather, the surly guide who for no reason took an immediate dislike to Amelia from the first moment. Tommy the other guide runs interference but Rory seems to get off on ticking off Amelia. They both have secrets they hold close and the emotions run high in places in the book. When they finally settle into some sort of truce, they open up a little to each other. When Amelia is injured and Rory makes the decision to help her finish the hike, he understands her need to do that. I'm not saying much more than that. This is really a story that has to be read. It's a fantastic read and the writing is stellar. Amelia is snarky and takes no guff from Rory, while carrying her own story. Rory is undeniably a grump, while soft and bears his own burdens. I loved all the characters in this story.... deserves far more than 5 stars. *advanced review copy from NetGalley and Entangled for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.*
Some books just call out for you to read them and whilst Under a Storm-swept Sky had my attention at the blurb—I love me a brooding Scot—it was what lay beneath that I quickly found myself lost in. “Sometimes just one person can truly make a difference in someone’s life. Set amongst the stunning scenery of the Isle of Skye, Beth Anne Miller has created a touching, emotional story of love, self-discovery and forgiveness between two characters each harbouring their own personal pain. And as US tourist, Amelia and trekking guide, Rory embark on their journey across the rugged terrain of the western Highlands, it’s one which both breaks, and warms, your heart. “Life is short, and in a careless second, it can be irrevocably altered or yanked away completely. And we need to live it while we can. I don’t want to go home and regret that I didn’t make the most of my time with you.” Whilst on the surface Rory and Amelia are complete opposites, underneath is a different story. Their connection was so well played bringing plentiful verbal sparring, tension, fight, tenderness and intimacy, and I adored watching two broken, but oh-so-stubborn souls come together to make a whole. “Make me forget, Amelia. Just for a little while.” There’s no better reading experience than one where you feel part of the story and through her words Beth Anne Miller has created so many lovely moments that call to your senses. Under a Storm-swept Sky is a beautifully written, memorable romance with a wonderful cast of characters which brought both tears of sadness and joy all whilst reminding me how lucky I am to be able to get in my car and 8 hours later be breathing in the clean Scottish air and fighting off the midges. My first read by this author certainly won’t be my last. “You can take a hundred shots that will show a brown speck against the sky, and they will never capture this moment the way your eyes can.”
4 1/2 Breathtaking Stars! This is an emotional journey through the breathtaking landscape of the Isle of Skye. The way Ms. Miller describes it, you just want to go and see the majestic countryside for yourself. Amelia is going on a hiking trek on the Isle of Skye in Scotland and she's a novice who doesn't really like to hike. Rory is the handsome brooding guide on this trek, who has broken written all over him. At first Rory and Amelia do nothing but fight, but it doesn't take long for it to turn into something totally different. Amelia and Rory are two broken people that find out that they are not that much different even though they are worlds apart. My heart wept for them! Amelia was a lot stronger than she thought she was and Rory didn't believe that anyone was capable of loving him ... but which was quite the opposite. This story had a little bit of everything in it ... romance, adventure, humor, steamy scenes and of course heartbreak! You should definitely read this book ... believe me you won't regret i! I received an ARC courtesy of Entangled Publishing through NetGalley in exchange for a honest review.