Love In Bloom – Maeve Greyson – The Highlander’s Fury

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The Highlander’s Fury – March 2, 2012 from The Wild Rose Press


A satisfying blend of saucy sensuality and heartrending sincerity. […] overall, the pithy dialogue and smooth prose made this a genuine pleasure to read. Reviewed by Angela Blount, RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars

An average day in the life of an immortal Fury?

Flex powers. Locate evil. Administer justice.

Until Ciara’s goddess mothers convince her to seduce a brooding mortal and bear the man a gifted child. All she has to do is swap places with his betrothed. A simple task−become the seductive wife, bear the man a child and train the young one in the Ways. Once the boy reaches seven years of age, they’ll swap her back with the wife Faolan thinks he selected and Ciara can resume her job of rousting wickedness from the world.

Faolan MacKay’s advisors plague him daily about his matrimonial duties as laird, dragging prospects from across the Highlands: plump dowries attached to each one.

Faolan’s lost everyone he’s ever loved. He’d rather go straight to the fiery pits of Hell than down the wedding aisle. Out of desperation, a plan takes seed. He’ll select a wife he can ignore. There’s just one problem with this foolproof theory. Nobody ignores Ciara.

Against his better judgment, he’s enthralled with the woman and to Ciara’s surprise, this strange thing called love burns hotter than her hunger for vengeance.

At the end of the seven years the ruse is up, all will return to as it was. Can the bond of love overcome the mandate of the ultimate powers?

Excerpt:

“What the hell did ye find wrong with that one? She’s a well bred lass with a tempting dowry and ye’re a blind man if ye missed those breasts.”

Faolan ignored the explosive advisor, staring down at the sea where it white-capped against the blackened walls of the keep. Damn, the man’s voice scraped his nerves raw. He’d give his best dagger if the old fool would cease this endless prattle.

“Ye must marry, Faolan. Ye know as laird, ‘tis your duty to your clan. Do ye no’ wish to leave an heir to protect us when ye’ve gone?”

“Shut up, Fergus! I weary of your banter. ‘Tis all ye’ve blathered about since father died and I’ve heard all I intend to hear.” Scraping his fists atop the roughened stone battlement, Faolan glowered at the gray-haired man. “If ye’re a wise man who values his hide, ye’ll haul yer arse down off this roof and find someone else to nettle.”

Fergus widened the stance of his knobby, bowed legs and puffed his chest as he stood his ground. With a stubborn glint flashing in his eyes, he jutted his grizzled chin a bit higher as he hooked his thumbs into the top of his kilt. “I’ll no’ leave here until ye tell me why ye refused Lady McGonagall. Colum, Ranald and I struggled with that alliance for months. Ye’ve no’ exactly made this easy, ye realize?”

“Who the hell is the laird here and who is the damn advisor?” Faolan clenched his teeth as a distant hint of lightning flickered across the horizon. Frustration pounded against his senses lengthening into icy claws of dread.

Faolan lifted his face to the rising wind, narrowing his eyes to the roiling storm clouds gathering to the north. One deep breath of the electrified wind told him he neared disaster. He’d managed a bit of control over his emotions. He’d be damned if he’d lose his temper over this sorry business and unleash a raging tempest.

Glancing to the sky, Fergus retreated a step, coughed and took a fortifying breath before stepping forward again. “Ye know I mean ye no dishonor, Faolan. But ‘tis time ye chose a wife. I understand why ye find it so difficult. But ‘tis not like we’ve chosen unsavory prospects.”

Faolan thought back over all the women Fergus and the other advisors had selected. No, he couldn’t say they hadn’t been comely maids. Hell’s fire. He wanted nothing to do with a wife. Uneasiness chugged in his gut as he studied the agitated gaze of the spindly-legged, old man. Fergus meant well, as did all the MacKay advisors. Faolan snorted as bitterness lashed through his thoughts. The advisors had their sights on increasing the strength and wealth of the clan. They wouldn’t give up until he stood shackled to a plump, healthy dowry.

As another flash of lightning lit the clouds off to the east, Faolan smiled as it all became clear. Every muscle in his body relaxed with his newfound plan. He exhaled a relieved breath and leaned back against the wall. It all seemed so simple, why didn’t he think of it before? Let them accomplish their obsession to saddle him with a wife. He knew the perfect choice.

Do you love Highlanders? 
What do you find sexy about them?
One lucky commenter will win a digital copy of The Highlander’s Fury.  Winner will be selected using random.org on 4/19.

Maeve’s Bio:

Maeve Greyson writes paranormal romances with a Celtic twist from her cozy little home not too far from Kentucky Lake.  Tucked away in the middle of a five acre wood, Maeve listens to the wind whispering through the trees and hears her character’s voices. 
Her debut novel, BEYOND A HIGHLAND WHISPER released last year from The Wild Rose Press . Her newest paranormal romances are THE HIGHLANDER’S FURY from The Wild Rose Press and ETERNITY’S MARK from Kensington’s Brava line. ETERNITY’S MARK was the winner of Kensington Brava and RT Book Reviews 2011 Writing with the Stars Contest.
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27 thoughts on “Love In Bloom – Maeve Greyson – The Highlander’s Fury

  1. I love the fact that they wear nothing under their kilts. Easy access. The beautiful face and body don’t hurt either.

    e.balinski(at)att(dot)net

  2. whats not to love about a Highlander?!?

    They are stong, They wear Kilts, they are sturbern, they wear Kilts, they are prideful, they wear Kilts, they are protective and they wear Kilts. They are also super sexy wearing nothing BUT their Kilts!!!

  3. I love Highlanders because they are strong men. It doesn’t hurt that they wear very little 🙂

  4. I like Higlanders because they are so, as a Scottish lass would say, so Braw and handsome… Some can be charming and some can be so forceful… Gives me shivers just thinking about them…

  5. What’s not to love? Great accents,brains, brawn,loyalty to those that are fiercely loyal to them. And for the most part they look really good!.

  6. I love the accent and the physicality of course like everyone, but there’s just something in their personalities too.

    Thanks for the giveaway opportunity.

  7. Highlander stories are one of my favorite reads. Love the accent. This one sounds good. Enjoyed the review.

  8. I love Highlanders!! I love the kilts, the accent, and the alpha male possessiveness. I love it all!
    Mel
    bournmelissa at hotmail dot com

  9. Could it be the Scottish brogue or the mystery of what lies under the kilt? Maybe both!

    When I think of a Highlander, I think of honor, courage, chivalry, a rugged man who needs but a good woman to warm his bed on the coldest of Highland nights. 😉

  10. What do I like about Highlanders? The brogue, the kilt, the strength and the mysterious man who prefers the outdoors to people. Seriously, anyone who can look that good in plaid is to be admired.

  11. I love Highland Warriors! They are strength, honor, loyalty, and fearless all rolled into one! Plus, their accents are lovely!
    Thank you for the excerpt and giveaway!
    Phoenix
    PhoenixCarvelli at gmail dot com

  12. Thank you all for stopping by! I love me some Highlanders too! And after seeing a few male cover models walking around in Kilts at RT, I double love them =)

    Congrats to
    Proserpine you are the winner of Maeve’s post =)

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