"Another amusing and intriguing tale of the Westfield Lycans."
Reviewed by Vicky Gilpin
Posted April 19, 2010
Romance Historical | Romance Paranormal
When people are ill, they go to some sort of medical
practitioner for help. However, Lord Benjamin Westfield
needs a particular type of assistance that can't be found
in a medical facility. He is a Lycan, and after a traumatic
event, he no longer changes into a wolf during the full
After being sent on a trip to Scotland to find a healer who
can supposedly remedy such conditions, Ben has to confront
the local coven of witches. Lovely Elspeth Campbell
bewitches him with no need for potions and portents; her
lovely accent, brash manner in the face of adversity and
silken red hair do all the work. However, he not only has
to find a way to be a whole Lycan again, he has to fight
the protestations of Elspeth's coven-sisters who do not
want to lose her to such a beast.
A fun romp of a book, Lydia Dare continues to amuse
and intrigue with her tales of the Westfield Lycans.
The reckless, rakish younger brother of a powerful duke,
Lord Benjamin Westfield transforms into a wolf under the
light of the full moonâ€”until one fateful evening when he
doesn't change and his life is shattered. Fearing he may
never be able to change again, Benjamin sets out for
Scotland in search of a witch who can heal his inner beast.
The noble werewolf is drawn to the beautiful young woman,
but what does he have to offer in this broken state?
ExcerptArthurâ€™s Seat, Edinburgh
â€“ July 1816
Campbell revealed how much she wanted to leave the cold
damp cave, her
coven sisters would surely think she was mad. She fought
that threatened as her plaid slipped from her shoulder and
close her eyes and mind to the chilly Scottish air. She
the plaid back into place until the ceremony was over.
were meeting earlier than scheduled, as Caitrin foresaw
trouble on the
horizon for the CĂ˛ig, though she hadnâ€™t revealed her
to them yet. Truthfully, Elspeth didnâ€™t think Caitrin knew.
knew the visions were the most clear for their seer when
the five of
them were together.
her right, Rhiannon tightened her grasp on Elspethâ€™s hand
and Blaire closed the space between them, which tightened
the ring of
four around Caitrin. In the middle of their circle, the
were closed, her hands stretched toward the heavens.
hummed an ancient melody, passed from one generation of
witches to the next. Then she stopped and all was quiet in
damp cave. Elspeth could only hear the drumming of her own
Sorchaâ€™s rapid breathing to her left.
see a handsome man," Caitrin began softly. Her lilting
off the dark cavern walls.
like to see one of those," Sorcha giggled.
murderous look Rhiannon shot the youngest witch prevented
any more levity
from entering their circle.
bears the mark of the beast," Caitrin continued as though
never been interrupted.
shot down Elspethâ€™s spine, which had nothing to do with the
her plaid or the cool air in the cave. The mark of the
Sheâ€™d heard those words her entire life.
will disrupt us. He will try to take Elspeth from our
Elspeth had three sets of eyes on her. It would have been
Caitrinâ€™s were still closed as the vision played out in her
beast canna be allowed to break our coven. Disaster will
fall if he
succeeds." Caitrinâ€™s haunting blue eyes opened and she
in a surprised breath, Elspeth tried to snatch her hands
back from Rhiannon
and Sorcha, but their hold tightened. Her heart pounded
faster and she
felt certain she would faint.
forward and touched her fingers to Elspethâ€™s brow. "Do ya
man I speak of, El?"
laugh escaped her throat and she nodded. Sheâ€™d never
actually come for her. After all, heâ€™d abandoned her mother
she was born. "My father," she whispered.
Elspeth had never met the man, she knew he wore the mark of
So it must be him. Who else would try to take her from her
brow furrowed. "He felt younger than that."
shook her head. "I dinna ken another man with the mark,
the seer nodded. "Very well. Ya must be diligent. He canna
to take you from us. The future of the CĂ˛ig
depends upon it."
nodded. Sheâ€™d never known Caitrinâ€™s visions to be wrong
her twenty-one years, her father had never come for her. It
seem likely he would suddenly show interest in her well-
will be careful."
At the same time in Londonâ€¦
poured over the brim of Lord Benjamin Westfieldâ€™s beaver
hat. He stepped
out of the darkness and crossed the threshold of Canis
House, the exclusive
social club to which he belonged. He handed his drenched
ruined hat to the awaiting footman and walked into the warm
the drawing room.
glanced around at the other members, searching the faces
for his older
brothers. They werenâ€™t there. Thank God! He didnâ€™t think he
put on a cheerful face tonight, and they would most
certainly see through
his dark mood.
the Duke of Blackmoor here this evening?" he asked the
to be certain.
man shook his head. "I have not seen His Grace. However,
was here, my lord."
looked around the room once more. He didnâ€™t see Will. If he
he could leave before his brother ever knew he was
here. "And Major
footman gestured toward the back of the drawing room. "At
table, my lord."
took the first relieved breath heâ€™d had in days, hopeful
could help him. He thanked the footman and then crossed the
where his fatherâ€™s oldest friend sat in a dark corner,
"Am I interrupting?"
Desmond Forsterâ€™s dark eyes twinkled as he looked up from
"Ah, Benjamin. Itâ€™s been an age. Please, please." He
toward an empty chair at his table. "To what do I owe this
swallowed. It wasnâ€™t something he could just blurt out. In
that he was here, he didnâ€™t know what to say to Forster at
uh, could use your counsel, sir."
counsel?" The old man leaned back in his seat and
grinned. "I am
flattered. I thought you generally sought out
he did. But this wasnâ€™t something he could discuss with his
neither of them. In fact, keeping Simon and Will from
learning his secret
was of the utmost importance. Ben took a deep breath and
leaned in close
over the table. "Iâ€™m in trouble, Major."
manâ€™s smile vanished instantly. "What sort of trouble,
held tightly to the table and willed the words out of his
didnâ€™t change?" the officer echoed.
the full moon last night," he explained. "I. Didnâ€™t.
For the first
time in his life as a Lycan man, Benjamin Westfield hadnâ€™t
a tail, long snout, or paws. Heâ€™d sought the moon the same
always did, this time in a clearing in the woods, for his
But last night, nothing happened. A moonbeam touched him,
but the change
that was so much a part of him didnâ€™t come and heâ€™d stood
for an eternity waiting and wondering why he was broken.
face drained of its color and his mouth fell open. "You
change?" he repeated, this time soto voce, with
of meaning in his words.
his head. "Do you know why?"
we always change."
not me. Not last night."
motioned for two more glasses. "What happened?"
happened. The moon hit me like it always does. But I didnâ€™t
pain, nor the joy, of changing. Nothing happened at
scratched his head. "Prior to last night, did you feel the
of the moon in the days leading up to the moonful?" He
pushed a glass
of whisky toward Ben with the tips of his fingers.
Now that he mentioned it, he really hadnâ€™t felt the same
hadnâ€™t been lusty or angry or felt the need to withdraw.
But he hadnâ€™t
really paid it much attention. Changing was as natural to
him as breathing.
It had been a part of him for fourteen of his twenty six
only shake his head in dismay as he slumped in the
chair. "No. I donâ€™t
believe I did."
believe this has anything to do with that little incident
last month?" Major Forster raised one eyebrow.
shot up quickly to meet the manâ€™s. "How did you know about
quickly in our circle, Benjamin."
mean to hurt her," Ben mumbled.
do," the major said as he clapped a hand to Benâ€™s
did Blackmoor have to say about it?"
loudly and shook his head. "What didnâ€™t he have to say
of our kind have to be aware of our strength as the moon
And our lust." His eyes narrowed as he regarded Ben.
Believe me, I have heard it all from Simon. You canâ€™t be
woman that close to the phase of the moon. You could get
out of control.
How many times do I have to tell you? Now look what
He mocked his oldest brotherâ€™s tone.
was just scared. Really scared. Who would have thought that
would have been so squeamish?"
took a sip of his whisky and appreciated the way it made
his eyes water.
At least he felt something, then. "I went to see the woman
full moon. Sheâ€™s doing just fine. She actually
me for screaming loud enough to call the watch."
you learn from that experience?" the major asked.
canâ€™t control the beast when itâ€™s that close to the full
thought I could." He waved a hand in the air. "Other Lycans
themselves with women. They get along beautifully
learn more about the type of relationship they have when
you meet your
own mate, my boy."
do I do about not changing? I think Iâ€™m broken. I need to
only one way to go back," Major Forster mumbled as he
scrubbed a hand
across his mouth.
coughed into his hand. "Thereâ€™s only one person who can
The major stopped talking and fixed his stare on his glass
Ben watched him for a moment.
he finally prompted him.
The man finally
tore his gaze from the glass. "Yes?" he asked, obviously
by his own thoughts.
going to tell me how to fix it."
The man sat forward. "You must find a healer."
the major repeated.
a witch?" Ben fought back a hysterical laugh. Heâ€™d come to
old friend for guidance, and he was going to send him to
find a fabled
creature that didnâ€™t exist. Oh, life was not working in his
A healer. Call it what you will. But you must find one."
knows that witches are the things of legends and myths."
we, my boy. As are we. But you can take my word for it,
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