Highland Sunrise: Christine Young
In Highland Sunrise: Life has thrown Christel McClellan some experiences that could have devastated a less determined woman. Beautiful, self-assured and fiercely independent, she is trying to forget the loss of her stillborn child.
Highland Sunrise is the 4th book in the Twelve Dancing Princess’ series.
REVIEW: Highland Sunrise
Highland Sunrise by Christine Young
Publisher: Rogue Phoenix Press
Length: Full Length (174 pgs)
Heat Level: Spicy
Rated: 4 Stars
Reviewed by Dandelion
I loved the rapport between the two main characters. Although at times they both struggled to find the right words to explain their feelings for each other, somehow they managed. They both loved the other and so over time it became easier. Both were also very independent and that caused a little friction between them. However, Ryder would typically just shake his head and go with the flow. There were a huge number of sex scenes, and I think this story would have stood alone quite well without so many (there were times they did nothing to forward the plot, but seemed added just to have a sex scene), but they didn’t detract from the plot either.
There were so many other fascinating and fun characters in the story: her sister, her cousins, their husbands, her aunt, the Duchess. Reading about all the things they attempted and succeeded in doing was really fun. They were not the typical regency “tonnish” people of the days. This made this story much more fun.
And of course, although there was a lot of fighting, terror, murder and mayhem, the story has a very satisfying ending.
EXCERPT: Highland Sunrise
Christel pushed away from him and pointing, “There, do you see her. She is sitting on the wall.”
Ryder strained to see the apparition Christel pointed toward but he saw nothing. “No, but I think I hear her.”
“Yes, she is crying, not weeping as usual. Do you know anything about her story?” Christel turned to him, hope shining in her soft blue eyes.
“I’ve heard her lover died. But that was a long time ago.”
Ryder pulled her back into his embrace, not ever wanting her to leave. He would hold fast to her for as long as she would allow him. “At war… I don’t recall which one. The clans seem to have always been at war with someone, especially the English.”
He felt the nod of her head against his chest. “Does anyone know the legend? I would seek them out.”
Her breathing was slow and she seemed relaxed. But Ryder feared for her. If she started asking questions, would this ghost come to harm her? He didn’t know anything about apparitions. But he also knew he would have to give her a chance to discover the truth. “Only if you let me go with you. I would be honored. There is a woman, older than time. She wanders the castle grounds. Most see her in the late evening and early morning.”
“Old as time, no older?”
A shimmering silver light hung over the castle and floated above the turrets. Ryder pointed toward the light. “Is that her?”
“She’s a bit reclusive.” Christel turned in Ryder’s arms. “Yes, that’s her.”
“One might say that about her.” His hands rested at the small of Christel’s back. He wanted to kiss her but didn’t want to frighten her again. Maybe a lazy gentle kiss would be accepted. The thought made him grin.
He traced her neck with the tip of his finger, hoping she would find his attentions acceptable then bent close to her. “I want to kiss you. Will you let me?” She shivered in his arms but turned her face up to him.
“Yes.” She breathed softly. Her words gentle yet hesitant.
Her reticence bothered him. What had happened in her past? His thoughts shot to Lord Rathen and her hasty departure from London. Every part of him tightened with disgust. He would discover the truth and make the despicable rake pay for any injustice committed against Christel.
Watching her eyes for signs of fear, Ryder lowered his mouth to hers. He touched her gently, molded his lips against her, thrilled to hear the sigh of pleasure emanate from her. He ran one hand up her back, pulling her closer, reveling in the feel of her softness against his hard planes. Her breasts pushed against him. The need to feel every inch of her pulsed through him but he didn’t dare.
He moved back and once again looking into her eyes. She lowered her lashes then returned his gaze.
“Don’t think, little one, just feel and know that I would never hurt you. I want more but I won’t rush you.”
She touched his cheek with one slender fingertip. “Kiss me again.”
A REGAL BEAUTY
When the duchess decides to wed her to a wastrel and a fop, Ravyn Grahm takes matters into her own hands and declares her engagement to another man. Instead of fessing up and telling her great aunt what she has done, she goes through with the pretense. Aric Lakeland is the bastard son of an earl and has a dangerous reputation. But Ravyn is willing to do most anything to keep the duchess from discovering the lie.
A DEVIL-MAY-CARE SMUGGLER
He’d bought land in America, looking to put down roots and end his life of adventure, but Aric Lakeland got more than he bargained for when he encountered a beautiful heiress who made a promise she didn’t want to keep. But the promise could not be undone and standing between them were more obstacles than either ever dreamed. Aric had made plans to spend the rest of his life in America and that was at odds with Ravyn’s plan of living in England and running her father’s estate. Now, he’ll have to choose between his dreams and the woman he loves more than life.