It is the year 1210 and Christina Matheson has played the
façade of foster child, Kyla MacKenzie, for almost twenty years
for one reason alone - to keep her parents safe. Abducted all
those years ago by the evil MacKenzie Chief who wanted her fae
magic to mix with his own bloodline, only a select few know the
truth. But when she meets her soul bound mate, Ronan, her life
becomes a lot more complicated.
Ronan is a true warrior determined to claim Christina, the only
woman of his heart. But with scheming clans, war, and the
future of the fae in jeopardy, this is no easy feat. With
danger, magic, a passion that knows no bounds, and obstacles
around every corner, can these two lovers fight their way to be
together, or will the gap between two warring clans destroy
their hearts forever?
HIGHLANDER'S BRIDE by Joanne Wadsworth is the first book of
The Fae series and has left me eagerly awaiting the
next instalment. With soul-searing passion, Christina/Kyla and
Ronan weave us into their dangerous journey of destiny,
heartache, betrayal, and magic. Both characters are loyal,
strong and willing to do whatever it takes to protect those
they love. This novel is fast-paced and action packed and time
flew by as I was completely engrossed in Medieval Scotland.
HIGHLANDER'S BRIDE by Joanne Wadsworth is a gem of a novel and
will entertain romance, historical, and paranormal readers
alike.
Kidnapped as a wee lass by a fierce Highland chief, Kyla
MacKenzie has been raised for the past twenty years as
the
chief’s foster daughter, the ruthless chief a man who
threatened to kill her parents should she ever speak the
truth about her abduction. The chief covets her fae blood
and when she’s asked to tend to a captured enemy warrior
and
discovers they hold a soul bond, all her secrets could be
exposed and her parents’ lives endangered.
Warrior Ronan Matheson discovers his chosen one is the
foster daughter of his clan’s greatest enemy, a lass he’s
been searching for his entire life, although when his
fellow
warriors come to his rescue and he escapes from within
the
enemy’s walls, he must then turn around and find a way to
get back in, and all without his actual identity being
discovered. It’s time to bind his chosen one to him, and
for
her to learn all about her true clan.
Theirs is a battle of lost love, of passion flaring hot
and
strong, and of a journey to bridge the gap between two
warring clans.
Excerpt
For the past month since Ronan’s escape from Carron
Castle’s dungeons all he’d wished to do was heal then
ensure an adequate disguise so he might return to Kyla
without anyone discovering his true identity. He longed
to see the fiery spark in her blue eyes. She was
spectacular, mesmerizing, a true Scottish lass with the
fire of the fae in her blood. Aye, no more would he allow
his mate to deny their bond.
Along the trail, he snuck then halted as up ahead
splashing trickled toward him.
With nary a noise, he stepped out from amongst the thick
trees encircling a clearing. Sunshine rippled across the
glistening surface of a perfectly round pool holding his
enticing siren within.
Scooping water at her sides, Kyla floated on her back,
her waist-length locks splaying out like a lily pad of
golden-red, her dainty face upturned and eyes closed. The
water swelled around her, cascaded over her bare legs and
belly. Her full breasts rose above the surface and—hell.
He hadn’t expected to find her without a stitch of
clothing on.
He should turn away, give her the privacy she desired,
only doing so right now was impossible. Her lips, softly
parted, drew his gaze even though every curved inch of
her remained on glorious display. His chosen one had been
raised far away from her true clan, and now his battle to
capture and contain his fiery mate had begun, a battle
he’d never walk away from.
Today, she’d learn that the fae never gave up on one of
their own.
He lowered his satchel to the ground, toed off his boots
and unbelted his sword. ’Twas time for his mate to see he
was back and wasn’t leaving without her, not one more
time. At the edge of the pool, he planted his hands on
his hips, determination spurring him on. “Kyla.”
Water splashed and his enticing siren gasped and dunked
under the surface. She came back up spluttering, her
beautiful blue eyes alight. “Coll? What are you—” She
scrubbed her knuckles into her eyes then blinked. “Nay,
you’re no’ Coll. Who are you?”
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