In 1603 Scotland, Lucan MacLeod and his brothers, Fallon and Quinn, have been hiding out in the dilapidated MacLeod Castle for over 300 years, cursed by dark magic and living in an immortal state. Each has a vicious god within their body that is called forth in a state of rage to give them superlative powers. After their entire clan was massacred by the powerful Deirdre and her wyranns, the MacLeods have remained hidden since their escape.
Life as they know it changes when innocent Cara Sinclair is rescued by Lucan during a raging storm by the sea. Little does anyone realize Cara is a druid and unknowingly has the power of a "drough" that could destroy them all. Lucan and Cara are captivated by each other, fall in love and their sexual experiences are fire-hot and all-consuming. Amid the warriors' transformation into fanged and talloned creatures, their search for other Celtic warriors to join in their fight for survival is the only way to wage war between good and evil.
DANGEROUS HIGHLANDER is the first story in a new series about the three MacLeod brothers. This tale is totally captivating and entertaining. I found this to be a most difficult book to put down, and I couldn't wait to turn the page to see what would happen next. Donna Grant has given absolutely everything to this tale; excitement, thrills, mystery and lots of imaginative supernatural events. I will be first in line awaiting the following works in this series.
First in a breathtaking new series, the bold and passionate Lucan MacLeodβone of three brothers cursed by dark magic for eternityβis driven by desire for the one woman he dare not let himself possessβ¦ He is magnificently strongβand dangerously seductive. One of the fiercest of his clan, Lucan MacLeod is a legend among warriors, inspiring fear in man and woman alike. For three hundred years, he has locked himself away from the world, hiding the vengeful god imprisoned in his soul. But then, a young lass caught in a raging storm awakens his deepest impulsesβ¦and darkest desires.
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Cara doesnβt believe the rumors about MacLeod castleβuntil the majestic Highland warrior appears like a fiery vision in the storm, pulling her into his powerful arms, and into his world of magic and Druids. An epic war between good and evil is brewing. And Lucan must battle his all-consuming attraction for Caraβor surrender to the flames of a reckless, impossible love that threatens to destroy them bothβ¦
Lucan and his brothers were dangerous. Not to themselves,
but to everyone else. There was great evil out there, and it
wanted to use them.
Three hundred years of confinement in the castle. But what
else was there? They couldnβt be seen, not as they were, the
monsters they had become. As the middle son, he had always
been there to make peace for his brothers. A rock, solid and
steady to keep them all together his mother had called him.
He didnβt allow himself to think what was becoming of him
and his soul.
Fallon had taken the role as heir to the clan seriously.
Everything he did, everything he thought about was their
clan. He hadnβt known what to do with himself when there was
no clan, and with the beast constantly hammering for control
and no way to reverse what had happened, he turned to the wine.
As for Quinn, they had nearly lost him to the beast. Lucan
snorted. Beast seemed such an understated name. There was no
monster inside them. It was a primeval god banished to the
pits of Hell. Apodatoo, the god of Revenge, was housed
within each of the MacLeod brothers. A god so ancient, there
were no records or tellings of him. And he was far worse
than any beast.
Whenever this despondent mood struck him, as if often did
when it rained, Lucan took himself off to his chamber away
from his brothers. They had their own worries. They didnβt
need to see him grappling with his inner demons. He could
wallow in his self-pity the rest of the day if he allowed
himself. But he couldnβt. His brothers needed him.
He took a deep breath and started to turn away from the
window when he something caught his eye. Lucanβs gaze
narrowed as he spotted a breathtaking vision. It was a
woman, a very young, shapely woman who had dared to come
close enough to the castle that he could see the comeliness
of her face heart-shaped face. He wished he could see the
color of her eyes, but it was enough that he saw her full
lips that begged to be kissed and her high cheek bones that
turned pink in the wind.
And the thick, dark braid that hung down her back to her
waist. What he wouldnβt do to see that hair unbound and
falling about her shoulders. He fisted his hands and he
imagined running his fingers through the tresses.
Her gown was plain and worn, but they didnβt disguise her
small waist and rounded breasts. She moved with a freedom of
one who enjoyed being outdoors, of one who reveled in the
beauty around her. The gentle curving of her lips as she
looked out at the sea tugged at something inside him. As if
she wanted the freedom to fly on the wind currents.
She picked the mushrooms with care, her fingers tender as
she placed them in the basket. When she stared at the
castle, she had looked as if it pained her, as if she had
known what had taken place.
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