Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Love Outlander? Try MY HIGHLAND BRIDE Highland Hearts #2 by Maeve Greyson #5StarReview #NewRelease #TimeTravelRomance #Giveaway #Excerpt #TastyBookTours


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MY HIGHLAND BRIDE
Highland Hearts #2
Maeve Greyson
Released Aug 25th, 2015
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Perfect for fans of the Highlander novels of Karen Marie Moning and Janet Chapman, Southern sass meets Highland heat in Maeve Greyson’s scintillating new Highland Hearts romance.

With bedroom eyes and racetrack curves, Kenna Sinclair seems like just another pretty Kentucky girl. But she can also read minds, erase memories, and jump through time—a skill set that comes in handy when her matchmaking granny sends her back to thirteenth-century Scotland on the pretext of visiting her older sister. When she encounters the clan’s womanizing man-at-arms, Kenna instantly knows the gorgeous Highlander has only one thing on his mind. She vows to steer clear of him, but after a single electrifying touch, she finds that playing hard to get won’t be quite so easy. . . .


Bewitched by the first lass who could ever resist him, Colum Garrison will do anything to prove his devotion, even ask for Kenna’s hand in marriage—and swear off his chosen form of recreation until their wedding night. It’s a burden for a man of his thunderous appetite, but the sinful temptation is not his alone: Colum’s fetching bride-to-be is practically trembling with anticipation for a moment that can’t come soon enough. When she’s willing, Colum will be ready and waiting—with a love that lasts a lifetime.


Colum stopped dead in his tracks. An uncomfortable sense of foreboding settled in his gut, then took to churning like a great serpent stirring the bowels of the sea. “Mother Sinclair, ye say?”
“Aye.” Galen solemnly nodded.
And the Lady Trulie?”
“Aye.” Galen pulled up short, easing back a step as they reached the arch leading to the stairwell up to the chieftain’s private rooms. The man eyed the narrow doorway as though it were the gateway to hell.
“And yer certain ye’ve no idea of what it might be?” Colum glanced toward the winding stone steps leading up to the MacKenna’s solar and swallowed hard. With the Sinclair women plotting against him, he’d feel more at ease going to the gallows.
Galen gripped Colum’s upper arm, then hurriedly motioned the sign of the cross over his chest. “I dinna ken. But I will say a prayer for ye and I’ll also make a sacrifice to the old gods as well. Here’s to the hopes that all the entities watch over ye. I feel ye’ll be a needin’ the lot o’ them.” Galen jerked his chin toward his chest, squeezed Colum’s arm one last time, then turned and barreled back down the hallway.
Colum watched Galen disappear through the arch. A deep-seated sense of survival strongly advised him to follow the man. Nay. Colum shook free of the urge. He’d saved the MacKenna’s life several times; surely his chief would protect him from whate’er the women plotted.
He traced his fingertips along the cold rough stones of the tower wall as he slowly climbed the winding stairs. Aye. The MacKenna will protect me. A delayed flash of pride surged through him. What the hell is wrong with me? Afraid of two women? Colum sucked in a deep breath and took the remaining steps two at a time. Nay. I’m no’ a coward. As soon as the words crossed his mind, he felt a bit sheepish. He sounded as though he was trying to convince himself of his own courage.
Colum sensed the tension in the room as soon as he walked through the door of the chieftain’s private solar. He paused a moment, wiping his damp palms against the coarse wool of his plaid. Well, mayhap not tension—’twas more like the gut-tightening feel a man got the night before battle. There was damn sure somethin’ ill a stirrin’, and he didna care for the feel of it at all.
Gray MacKenna, chieftain of Clan MacKenna and Colum’s best friend since they were both snot-nosed lads, lounged comfortably on one end of a pillowed bench with an unreadable look on his face that could only mean trouble. His wife, Lady Trulie, sat at his side, one hand slowly stroking her great rounded belly as though comforting the child within.
“M’chieftain,” Colum greeted him, nodding as he studied Gray’s expression closer. He couldna pinpoint exactly what it was. What the hell was the man thinking? Verra strange. More oft than not he knew Gray’s thoughts before the man e’er spoke them; they’d fought side by side that long. But he had no idea what the man was thinking this time. Sucking in a deep breath, Colum turned and politely bowed to Lady Trulie. “M’lady.”
Lady Trulie didn’t say a word, just lowered her chin in a polite nod and continued rubbing the wool-covered mound of her belly.
Colum got the uncomfortable feeling he was being sized up for prey. He widened his stance, sent up a prayer for divine protection, and hoped like hell Galen was in fact making that promised sacrifice to the old gods.
Gray blew out a noisy exhale and shifted among the pillows. He still didna speak, just appeared to be struggling against some inner turmoil. Whate’er it was had to be serious. The man looked as though he was about to explode. What the devil had come o’er the chief? Had the clan been attacked? Was the king on the rampage again? If that was the case, why would the Sinclair women intervene? Had the Fates sent them one of their visions?

Colum caught a subtle movement out of the corner of his eye. Senses on edge, he jerked and faced it. Nothing moved but the slight shifting of the MacKenna colors hanging beside the great stone fireplace. Lady Trulie’s huge beast of a dog, Karma, rolled to his side on the hide stretched before the hearth and groaned in his sleep. Colum swallowed hard. Damn them all. What the hell was afoot? He turned back and faced his chieftain.

Review:

Like many of you, I am tail over teakettle for the Outlander stories by Diana Gabaldon. When I read that this book was about time travel from 21st Century America to 13th Century Scotland, immediately My Highland Bride went to the top of my MUST READ list. *grin* This is actually the second book in this series, the Highland Hearts, and Maeve Greyson (besides having a truly delightful name) has a singular talent for writing with just the perfect amount of levity and excitement. The first book in the series, My Highland Lover, told us all about the eldest of the Sinclair sisters, Trulie and her fated husband, Grey, who was the chieftain of Clan McKenna. Here in Book Two, it is Kenna's turn(the second Sinclair sister). She has no choice but to embrace her fate and travel from present-day Kentucky, on to the 13th Century Highlands. Seriously?  My 13 year old told me she would think I had lost all my crackers if I told her any such thing! *giggle* In the story, however, this matchmaking scheme is set into motion by the matriarch, Granny Sinclair. (Guess my daughter is lucky we have no one on either side of the family known as Granny Sinclair, huh?) The fated husband-to-be is none other than Colum Garrison, the man-at-arms for Clan McKenna. And when these two meet it is just about love at first sight....so problem mostly solved. ;)

Kenna and Column were a wonderful hero and heroine and I loved them both easily.  The feelings they had for one another seemed almost more than something from this world, going right along with the whole time travel/fated/loved you before time began thing.  It was almost as if their love was larger than life.  Kenna was really patient with Colum and it's a good thing too!  I mean, it was hard for her to swallow her 21st Century Female pride and ways but she did it for him but once she had, he was all 'woe is me, I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy, blah blah blah...'  Stupid Scottish male pride.  He needed a smack upside the head!  He wasn't the only one with feelings involved, ya know?  Sheesh. Men. Of course, assuming they got it together, there was always someone lurking in the wings, just waiting to muck things up, right?  Always!  If that happened - and I'm not saying it did, mind you - it would be the new character, Laird Sutherland.  And if he played a role, it could be quite heart-wrenching.  Just saying.  Could happen.  You never know in these books.

My Tempting Highlander promises to be an interesting book (expected pub. Feb. 2016). I am very excited to see another Sinclair sister matched up and see what fate has in store for them!

Rating:   5 Stars

Heat:  2/5 Flames - Flirty

I received this book in exchange for my open and honest review.  No further compensation was received.






No one has the power to shatter your dreams unless you give it to them. That’s been Maeve Greyson’s mantra since she was a girl. When she’s not at the full time day job at the steel mill, Maeve’s writing romances about sexy Highlanders and the women who tame them. Tucked away in a five acre wood, Maeve listens to the wind singing through the trees and hears her characters telling their stories. Her work is proofed by her sharp-eyed dog, Jasper, and her greatest supporter is her long suffering husband of over thirty-five years who’s learned not to throw away any odd sticky notes filled with strange phrases.










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