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 MacLeod—one of three brothers cursed by
dark magic for eternity—is driven by desire for the one
woman he dare not let himself possess…
He
is magnificently strong—and 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
impulses…and darkest desires.
Cara doesn’t
believe the rumors about MacLeod castle—until 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 Cara—or surrender to the flames of a reckless,
impossible love that threatens to destroy them
both…
Excerpt
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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t 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 didn’t
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 couldn’t. His brothers needed him.
He took a deep breath and started to turn away from the
window when he something caught his eye. Lucan’s 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 wouldn’t 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 didn’t 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.
Luv the Review! I am a huge Donna Grant Fan!!! and i luv me some highlanders!!! i soo can't wait for this one to come out!!! It sounds Awesome!!! Nice Job!!! (Jodie West 7:16pm December 28, 2009)
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