Lucan MacLeod is a fierce warrior a legend in his own time. All people from men to women fear him. For hundreds of years he has kept himself away from the world in the MacLeod castle. Along with his brothers, Lucan has been cursed and bound with vengeful gods. Cara a young woman does not believe the stories of the castle and its monsters and ventures close to the castle and finds herself face to face with the MacLeod brothers. Will Lucan and Cara's love be enough to save them from Deirdre and her minions?
Donna Grant does a good job brining the reader into her world of chivalry and romance. Full of magic and heroes and villains this book should not be missed. Lucan is a strong man who finally finds love and fights with all he has to keep it. Cara is a special woman who faces all that life gives her with strength and tenacity. The bond of love that develops between them was a great read. The love they feel shines through the story. The relationship between the brothers was a good read as well. Showing the closeness of family and the love that will always be there.
Each and every character either endears themselves to the readers or has you hating them. The MacLeod brothers may be rough around the edges and cursed yet they each show just what kind of men they are and that they do have hearts. The main villain Deirdre is mean and spiteful and on a quest to rule the world. She will stop at nothing to get what she wants and needs which include Cara and her heirloom necklace.
DANGEROUS HIGHLANDER is a well-written and fast paced book. I was hooked from the first chapter and cannot wait to read the next brothers story. If you enjoy your books full of magic, love and danger you should definitely pick this one up.
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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