If you can say “surfing” and “Scotland” in the same breath, then this book is tailor-made for you. I have to confess it did take me a few chapters to actually accept the concept that surfing can take place anywhere there’s waves, but having grown up in England where the ocean is about as cold as it can get without actually freezing solid (and that’s in August), my toes got numb just thinking about surfing around a small Scottish island.
However, that’s the premise of this delightful paranormal tale – surfer Josie Griffin wipes out when she hits a strange box, and of course she opens it. The resultant mystery leads her to Scotland and her one true love. Unfortunately, he’s a bit older than she is - by about three hundred years.
Still, a Scotsman is a Scotsman, kilt, lack of underwear and all, and love will find a way. It certainly does for Josie and Connal MacNeil, who is as charming a highland hero as I’ve read about lately. The secondary characters, villagers who wheedle Josie into giving them surfing lessons, are wonderful and add a depth to this story that brings it to life.
The Charm Stone is a splendid blend of modern and mystic, love and lore, magic and desire. Definitely recommended for anyone who yearns for a Scot of their own.