on September 5th 2017
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She was the weakness he could not afford, and the temptation he could not deny.
Highland warrior Cameron MacLeod’s mission for the king has just gone dangerously awry, and the best chance he has of saving it is the fair-haired beauty he encounters during the ambush. Injured during the battle, the enchantress has lost her memory, but Cameron harbors one of her. Long ago, a seer foretold that this woman had the power to destroy him. He’s confident he’s not so weak as to succumb to her charms, but the mysterious woman soon proves herself brave, guileless, and after one foolish, searing kiss, impossible to resist.
When Sorcha Stewart awakes in a strange place, the only person she has any memory of is the handsome highlander in front of her—and even that memory is hazy. Still, she instantly feels drawn to and protected by Cameron, and he proves her instinct correct with his willingness to endanger himself to defend her. Soon, love ensnares her, and when Sorcha finally recalls her history, she learns she’s irrevocably tied to the very enemies the Scot has been hunting.
Now that the seer’s foretelling is coming true, it’s putting Cameron in grave danger. With little time and their futures hanging in the balance, Cameron will have to swallow his pride and seek the help of his renowned brothers, whom he’s spent his life striving to be considered equal to, or risk losing Sorcha forever. As for Sorcha, she’ll have to break ties with her past to hold on to the wondrous love she’s discovered.
Cameron felt his eyes widen and his lips part. Either the lass was the most accomplished liar he had ever met or she truly had lost her memory. His gut told him she was not lying, but he realized his gut might be misleading him, given how he had reacted to her thus far.
“I met ye only once, Serene, and that was the night of the St. John’s Eve festival eight years ago, as I already said. Ye were dressed as a lad, and ye won the competition with cunning. If I wanted to strike at the king, which I dunnae,” he said, vehemently, “I would nae kill a helpless woman to do so. So, nay, I did nae conspire with ye. But it seems, upon thinking about it now, that ye have a history of lying.”
Such hurt flashed across her face that the wish to be able to take back his words filled him. She opened her mouth to say something, but a blur in the sky alarmed him, and he shoved her behind him as an arrow came flying from the woods and blew by them so near that it whistled in his ear. Furious, he glanced toward the overhanging rock ledge that would provide protection for Serene while he chased down the intruder. He lunged for his sword and dagger, both of which he thankfully had laid close to his plaid. But neither would protect them from arrows. He had to get Serene to shelter.
“Come,” he hissed. He grabbed her by the hand, and taking care to keep his body in front of hers, he fairly dragged her over the rocky embankment as she struggled to keep pace.
Another arrow flew toward them, and he almost failed to get them both out of the way in time.
As the rain poured from the sky, partially blinding him, he raced toward the rocks while looking up high past the woods to the watchtower where Roland, the loch guard, was set up to spot and warn them of any attacks. But the man was too far away, and the noise from the rain too great to try to call to him and alert him to sound the horn telling the others that there was an intruder on Dunvegan’s grounds.
“Watch out!” Serene screamed, snapping Cameron’s attention back in the direction of the woods. He saw the arrow too late to move out of the path, so he threw up his arm to deflect it. The arrowhead skidded the length of his forearm, slicing the skin with stinging precision but mercifully not causing grave harm.
Finally, they reached the rock ledge, and he shoved Serene into the shelter. “Stay here!” he commanded.
“Nay!” she retorted. “I’ll nae sit here like a helpless bairn while ye chase after the attacker.”
“Unless yer aim is to get me killed by distracting me with yer presence, dunnae move. Do ye ken me?”
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~~Reviewed by Lisa~~
Treason, murder, warriors, kilts, an angry King, a seer and prophecies, loyalty and romance all rolled into a story that keeps you turning the pages. The drama and romance are beautifully balanced giving you the perfect read.
Thrown together after a murder that places Cameron MacLeod’s life in the balance with Kind David, Cameron and Sorcha must find the murderers and what her role, if any, was in the murder. With her memory gone, Sorcha is trying to remember her life and fighting her attraction to Cameron. The back and forth of their attraction and the way they can almost finish the other’s sentences has them both off center, but they can’t deny it either. Cameron, his fellow warriors and his brothers discover the truth, but must handle it carefully to appease the King, bring about justice and still have a HEA for Cameron and Sorcha.
Cameron’s plan to find his HEA involved, in my husband’s words, creative sneakiness or brilliant strategy depending on your point of view. I was on the fence as they both worked for me; creative when Sorcha was involved and brilliant for the justice and it brought all the loose ends together in a neat knot. Ms. Johnstone is one I’d want on my side in a time of trouble. She doles out justice, strengthens alliances, heightens loyalties and brings the HEA to you in a neatly wrapped gift. Thank you, Ms. Johnstone.
The supporting characters, good and villainous, help pull the best out of Sorcha and Cameron. The good bring moments of humor and family love. The villainous create the perfect tension and occasionally boost it several notches leaving you wanting to help them along the road to justice a bit faster. I am hopeful that two of my favorites will get their story and I look forward to Ms. Johnstone’s creative strategies.
I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.