Beyond the Highland Mist (Highlander Series #1)by Karen Marie Moning
He would sell his warrior soul to possess her. . . .
An alluring laird...
He was known throughout the kingdom as Hawk, legendary predator of the battlefield and the boudoir. No woman could refuse his touch, but no woman ever stirred his heart—until a vengeful fairy tumbled Adrienne de Simone out of modern-day Seattle and into medieval Scotland. Captive… See more details below
He would sell his warrior soul to possess her. . . .
An alluring laird...
He was known throughout the kingdom as Hawk, legendary predator of the battlefield and the boudoir. No woman could refuse his touch, but no woman ever stirred his heart—until a vengeful fairy tumbled Adrienne de Simone out of modern-day Seattle and into medieval Scotland. Captive in a century not her own, entirely too bold, too outspoken, she was an irresistible challenge to the sixteenth-century rogue. Coerced into a marriage with Hawk, Adrienne vowed to keep him at arm's length—but his sweet seduction played havoc with her resolve.
A prisoner in time...
She had a perfect "no" on her perfect lips for the notorious laird, but Hawk swore she would whisper his name with desire, begging for the passion he longed to ignite within her. Not even the barriers of time and space would keep him from winning her love. Despite her uncertainty about following the promptings of her own passionate heart, Adrienne's reservations were no match for Hawk's determination to keep her by his side. . . .
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Hawk placed a finger beneath Adrienne's chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to meet his flinty gaze.
"I will tear from you anything Adam gives you. Remember that. If I find his body draped over yours, he will suffer the same fate." His eyes drifted meaningfully over a scrap of crimson silk stuck on the bark of tree, flapping like a dead thing in the breeze.
"Because I want you."
"You don't even know me!"
His mouth curved in a beautiful smile. "Oh, sweet lass, I know everything about you. I know you're a complex woman, full of dualities; you're innocent, yet tough; intelligent"He cocked a teasing brow"but lacking a smidge of common sense."
"I am not!" Adrienne scowled her protest.
He laughed huskily. "You have a wonderful sense of humor and you laugh often, but sometimes you're melancholy." He crowded her with his body and gazed down at her with heavy, hooded eyes. Adrienne tossed her head, trying vainly to dislodge his finger from beneath her chin and escape his penetrating gaze.
He cupped her face firmly with both hands. "You're a willful woman, and I'd like to be the focus of such a willful woman's desire. I'd like to have you yield your trust and loyalty to me as steadfastly as you withhold it. I'm a mature man, Adrienne. I will be patient while I woo youbut woo you, I will."
Adrienne swallowed hard. Damn him for his words!
Not only will I woo you, lassI will win you completely, the Hawk added in the privacy of his heart. But he couldn't say that aloud, not yet. Not when she was staring at him, her lower lip trembling ever so slightly, but enough. Enough to give him hope. "I'm going to teach you that one lifetime isn't long enough for all the pleasure I can bring you, lass," he promised.
Adrienne closed her eyes, willing the image of him to hell and beyond. "Where's Olivia?" she asked, eyes closed.
"Fallen over a cliff, if the gods are smiling," Hawk replied dryly.
Adrienne opened her eyes and crinkled her nose, peering at him. Did she see the hint of a smile in his dark gaze? A passionate Hawk was deadly, but she was on guard against passion. A teasing Hawk might slip right through her defenses.
"Or if I'm really lucky and the gods are forgiving, she wandered into Adam's arms and he's been struck by the same thunderbolt that hit me when I saw you. Wouldn't that solve my problems?"
The corner of her mouth twitched.
"Oh, nay. I have it. She wandered into the forest and the fae mistook her for one of their ownthe wicked bansheeand she is never to return."
Adrienne laughed and was immediately rewarded with one of the Hawk's devastating smiles.
He was melting her, disarming her defenses. And it felt good.
More seriously he said, "I instructed the guards to see to Olivia's return journey the moment her horses are rested enough to make the ride."
Adrienne's spirit elevated at his words.
"Adrienne." He sighed her name like a rich port, complex and sweet. "It's only you"
Abruptly his mood changed, lightened like quicksilver. "I want to take you somewhere. Come, lass. Give me this night to show you who I really am. That's all I ask."
Adrienne's mind shrieked a resounding no . . . but perhaps it wasn't too dangerous. Let me show you who I really am . . . how intriguing.
You mean besides beautiful beyond bearing?
But what harm could there be in conversation?
"What harm could there be in conversation, Adrienne?"
Adrienne blinked. He must have plucked the words right out of her mind.
"Look, Adrienne, the moon comes out, peeping from behind the rowans." The Hawk pointed, and her eyes followed. Down the muscled curve of his arm, over his strong hand to the shining moon beyond.
"Cool silver orb that guides the night's slumber," Hawk mused softly. "I wager you sleep little on such nights as this, lass, when a storm hovers, threatening to break through the fragile night. Do you feel it? As if the very air is charged with tension? A storm threatening has always stirred a restlessness in me."
Adrienne could feel herself weakening with each word, beguiled by his enchanting brogue.
"'Tis a restlessness I feel in you as well. Walk with me, Adrienne. You'll never sleep if you return to the castle now."
The Hawk stood, hand outstretched, gazing down at her with promises in his eyes. Not touching her, just waiting for her to choose, to commitif only to walking with him. His breath was shallow and expectant. Her fingers twitched hesitantly beneath the heat of his smiling eyeseyes with tiny lines at the outer corners. Eberhard hadn't had any wrinkles. She could never trust a man without a few wrinkles about his eyes. He hadn't lived and laughed enough if he didn't have a few faint creases. How had she failed to notice the fine lines of life on the Hawk's face?
"Give yourself this moment, lass," he breathed huskily. "Try."
Adrienne's hand slipped like a whisper into his and she felt him jerk at their contact. His ebony eyes flared, and she felt the exquisite sensation of his strong fingers closing over hers. He swayed forward and she felt the brush of his lips skim her cheek, an unspoken thank-you for the chance that pushed no further.
"I used to walk here when I was a boy. . . ." He took her hand and steered her westward, away from the circle of rowans and the forest's edge.
Tell her about yourself, he thought. About the boy you used to be before you went away. About who you couldn't wait to be when you got back. But most especiallymake her love you before she discovers who you were in between. Love still might not be enough to make her understand, but then at least there's a chance.
They talked and strolled while the Hawk wove his wild tales of boyhood impetuosity and bravery and she laughed into the gentle breeze. They sat atop the cliff's edge and tossed pebbles down into the surf, the crisp salt air tangling her silvery-blond mane with his raven silk. He showed her where he'd hung a hammock, just over the edge and down a man's length, and he made her laugh at how he used to hide there from Lydia. Lying on his back, his arms folded behind his head he would watch the sea and dream while his mother searched the bailey for hours, her lilting voice demanding he return.
Adrienne told him about the nuns and the sultry streets of New Orleans, even got him to say it like the locals did a time or two. N'Awlins. And he listened without chiding her for believing such fantasy. Whether he believed she was weaving tall tales or he somehow placed it all in the context of the sixteenth century, she didn't know. All she did know was that he listened to her like a man had never listened before. So she told him about Marie Leveau the voodoo queen and Jean Laffite the famous pirate, and the great plantations that once stood with their magnificent sprawling houses and the scents and sounds of Bourbon Street. When she spoke of the jazz, the lover's croon of a deep sax, the trumpeting blare of the brass horns, her eyes grew deep with mystery and sensual arousal, and he found he could almost believe she was from another time. Surely from another land.
"Kiss me, lass."
"I . . . shouldn't."
Her breathless, husky murmur enchanted him. "Is it so bad then?"
Adrienne drew a deep breath. She stood up, moved away from him, and tipped her head back to study the sky. The night had cleared; the cloud cover had furled out to sea and the storm had passed without breaking. The sound of the surf ebbed and flowed below them in unfaltering rhythm. Stars pierced the mantle of night and Adrienne tried to locate the Big Dipper when suddenly a small, bright star seemed to shiver, then plummeted from the sky.
"Look!" she said excitedly. "A falling star!"
Hawk surged to his feet. "Whatever you do, don't wish, lass."
She turned a pure, glowing smile his way, and it dazzled him so completely that for a moment he couldn't think. "Why ever not, Hawk?"
"They come true," he finally managed.
Her gaze fled back to the falling star. Adrienne held her breath and wished with all her might. Please let something very good happen to me soon. Please! Unable to say the words even beneath her breath, she willed her vision to the stars.
He sighed. "What did you wish?"
"You can't tell," Adrienne informed him pertly. "It's against the rules."
Hawk cocked a questioning brow. "What rules, lass?"
"You knowthe wishing-on-a-star rules," she informed him in a tone that said everybody knew those rules. "So what did you wish that came true?"
Hawk snorted. "You just told me I'm not allowed to tell."
Adrienne rolled her eyes and made an impatient sound. "That's only until they come true. Then you can tell anyone you want." Her eyes blazed with curiosity. "Soout with it." She pushed lightly at his chest.
Hawk stared at Adrienne with fascination. Over the space of this wishing-on-a-star conversation, his wife seemed to have slid backward over the years. In her unfettered gaze, Hawk could clearly discern the trusting child she had once been.
"It's not what I wished, rather what a friend of mine wished upon me," Hawk said softly.
"And that was?" Adrienne urged.
Hawk almost laughed aloud; he half thought she might box his ears if he didn't answer her quickly enough for her liking. "Kiss me, Adrienne," he said huskily, "prove to me it's not true. That a friend can't curse you with a wish upon a falling star."
"Come on, Hawk, tell me what his wish was!" Laughter lilted on her lush, pouty lips, and he wanted to kiss her until she made all his private wishes come true.
"Will you kiss me, then?" he bartered.
"Oh! Everything's a deal isn't it?"
Hawk shrugged. "Tit for tat, lass. 'Tis the way of this world. If a villein has beans and no meat, he finds someone with meat and no beans. I'm merely offering you a mutually satisfying trade."
"Do I get coffee too?" she asked shrewdly. "Tomorrow morning? For the kiss tonight? Toll troll paid in advance?"
"Och, wee lassie, who taught you to drive such a hard bargain?" But if he had his way, he'd coax enough sweet kisses from her tonight that he'd need only roll over in the morning to kiss her again. In his bed.
"Was that a yes, Hawk?"
"Cease and desist, lass! Shoot me another one of those beguiling looks and I'll be giving you my buttery with the coffee and perhaps toss in a few horses."
"I have your word, then?"
"You have my word and my pledge."
"Deal." Adrienne sealed their bargain hastily. Answers, coffee, and the excuse for a kiss. How could she ask for more? "My answer first," she demanded.
Hawk's great dark head fell forward, his mouth to her ear. Shivers slid up her back when his breath fanned her neck. "What? I can't hear you?" she said, as he mumbled something indistinct.
"It's really too foolish to bear repeating. . . ."
"A deal's a deal, Hawk!" she complained, shivering violently as his lips grazed her neck again and again.
Hawk groaned. "He wished for me the perfect wife. That my wife would be all that I ever dared dream of . . . all I ever hoped for. And then he wished that she would refuse to love me. Refuse to touch me. Refuse to share my bed."
"Why would a friend wish such a thing?" she asked indignantly.
"Why would a wife do such a thing?" he countered smoothly against the tender lobe of her ear.
She felt the tip of his tongue against her skin, and wondered why herself. Why would a wife say no to this impossibly beautiful, intriguing man?
Her pulse quickened; she turned her head and stared straight into burnished ebony eyes of unfathomable depths. Bewildered by the flush and quiver of emotion, she touched a finger to his perfectly sculpted lips. Her mind cried out to identify this new feeling, to control it, but her body demanded that she know him in a sense that had nothing to do with reason or logic.
"Let me love you, lass. I won't take anything you don't wish to give." His eyes lingered on her face, a seductive visual caress that heated her blood, and she wondered what might have beenif she'd only met him when she'd still believed in happily ever after. What would it feel like to let him run his beautiful strong hands all over her shaking body, to be kissed and teased and finally completed with the raw, pulsing steel of his hunger. Her senses were overwhelmed by the Hawk; the spicy, male scent of him, the silky feel of his hair, the rock-hard press of his body against hers.
I'll stop him in just a moment, she promised herself as he scattered kisses along her jaw. One kiss on his lips was the deal, she reminded herself.
Her conscience momentarily assuaged, she permitted the glorious rasp of his callused palms against her skin, the whisper of his shadow beard against her neck.
Suddenly she was doing more than permitting. Her arms crept up to circle his neck. She buried her fingers in his silky dark hair, then slid them down his neck to his powerful shoulders, tracing the contours of each sculpted muscle.
Adrienne drew a shaky, bewildered breath. She couldn't get enough oxygen in her lungs, but that ceased to matter as Hawk replaced her need for air with a need for his lips, a need for his tongue, a need for his need of her.
"I am the one, lass," he warned her softly. "It all stops here. With me. The best and last. Oh, definitely your last."
My last, she reluctantly acknowledged, for she doubted that any other man could match this one.
In that breathless moment, the past blurred into utter insignificance. It was as if Eberhard had never touched her, as if the twentieth century had never existed. As if all her life she had been heading toward this moment. This man. This magic.
Hawk traced kisses across her jaw, over every inch of her face; her nose, her eyelids as they fluttered closed, her brows, and then he stopped, his sensual lips hovering a flicker of a tongue away from hers. Would she? Dare she?
Adrienne's tongue flickered out and she tasted the man she'd wanted since the moment she'd laid fascinated eyes on him. "Oh my," she whispered. She wanted him, wanted this, more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. A husky sound rumbled deep in his throat; he splayed his hand at the base of her neck and arched her head back to receive his kisses. The pink tip of his tongue circled her lips, tasted every corner, every fullness, teased her senseless; until it was too much for her, and her lips relaxed beneath his, molded to his, opened for him as her whole body seemed to be opening and crying for him. She was the bud of a rose, unfurling to the golden heat of the sun. "Magnificent," she whispered, unaware that she'd spoken her thoughts aloud.
But the Hawk wasn't unawarehe heard her one word and desire slammed through him so savagely that he shuddered. Hot and hard, ruthlessly, the Hawk moved his mouth over hers. He slanted across her lips with a relentless hunger that caused stars to shimmer behind her shut eyes.
Adrienne's eyes flew open for the sheer pleasure of looking at him and she saw that he was looking directly into them with such a smoldering promise of passion that she whimpered against his mouth.
Hundreds of feet below, nature conspired with the raw, unquenchable mystery of passion in its rhythm; the sensual tempo of the waves as billions of gallons of water came in with a fury, then eased out. Wave after wave of sensation crashed over Adrienne; she was adrift in a sea of such passion that she literally felt herself being reshaped, molded to this man's touch, just as the rocks below her were molded by the ocean's relentless caress.
The Hawk's tongue was hot silk, exploring her mouth, teasing her tongue. "Oh," she whispered, "I never knew. . . ."
"Is kissing me so bad, then, lass?"
"It's not the kissing that's bad ..." Her words were lost in a soft moan as she tipped her head back for more kisses.
"What's bad, my heart?" Hawk nipped her neck, gently.
"Me? I'm bad?" He wouldn't let her answer for a long moment while he nibbled at her lower lip, teased it, sucked it into his mouth, then slowly released it.
Adrienne drew a shaky breath. "Well . . . I mean . . . you are a man ..."
"Yes," he encouraged.
"And very beautiful at that. . . ."
"Mmm . . . yes?"
"And I hate beautiful men. . . ." Her hands moved over his shoulders, his broad muscled back, and tapered down over his tight waist to his muscular buttocks. She was shocked at her own daring, thrilled by the groan of pleasure she coaxed from him.
"I can tell. Hate me just like that, lass. Hate me like that again. Hate me all you need to hate me."
Meet the Author
Karen Marie Moning is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Fever series, featuring MacKayla Lane, and the award-winning Highlander series. She has a bachelor’s degree in society and law from Purdue University.
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As a very devoted Outlander fan, I could not pass up the opportunity to delve back into the world of the Scottish Highlands. What I was not expecting was to giggle so much. Honestly, I haven't read a romance novel in ages, so I'd forgotten just how many times "raging manhoods" and "swelling bosoms" were mentioned - I had to bury my face a couple of times in a fabulous fit of immaturity. But, really, I can't resist a good time travel novel. Nor can I resist books full to the brim of muscley warriors either. Adrienne's flat out resistance to Hawk was absolutely frustrating! Just because he's pretty doesn't mean he's a bad man, you silly woman! It only took you two-thirds of the book to figure that out. I also felt it could have been a little shorter - some of the resistance scenes felt a little redundant, but overall, I actually really liked it. It was quick and entertaining, and was similar to first Outlander novel without all the.you know.epicness. I will definitely be getting the next in the series.
I love all of KMM's books, I can hardly put them down! I loved the sweet side of the Hawk in this book where he builds a nursery. That's just sweet. Then he loses her and gets her back and then devotes himself to building it back again!
The King of the Fae, as well as "the Fool" Adam, decided upon revenge. Adam traveled through time until 1997. It was there he found a perfect woman who hated beautiful men, for very good reason. Adrienne de Simone was whisked through time to the sixteenth century and forced to wed a man known as Hawk. She wanted nothing to do with such a good looking man. Beautiful men mean trouble and pain. Hawk could not believe she would have nothing to do with him. Worse yet, a smithy suddenly appeared in town, named Adam Black and was determined to woo her away from him! Adrienne, wanting nothing to do with either of them, was made into a pawn of which only Aoibheal, who ruled over all, could save. I loved this book. The kind of novel romance readers thrive on. A book to curl up with and takes you away from the everyday. The characters were well developed, the struggle between the hero and heroine compelling and the added touch of fantasy makes Beyond the Highland Mist a story you can dream on. I found BTHM witty, funny and touching. Hawk is an example of the true alpha-male, so handsome, strong and masculine in every way, but with a past that makes him vulnerable. Adrienne is not only beautiful but strong and independent. Badly hurt in the present she finds it hard to trust in the past. The catalyst for conflict is an amazing character called Adam Black, beautiful but sinister. This book has it all. Fantasy, fun and drama. Karen Moning has created with words a mind painting of romance of old.
One word, beautiful. Oh my goodness, but it brung tears to my eyes. It was a good story of a man winning the heart of an unwanting maiden, then fighting to get her back. Sidheach, also known as Hawk, was a one-of-a-kind warrior. I think it had a wonderful plot line, everything made sense, and to top it all off, it was very funny. Poor Adrienne was surrounded by gorgeous men, and at a complete loss of what to do. Of course we met Grimm and Adam in this, but that's beside the point. Anywho, this is a very good book, and I'm happy to say that it is my very first time-travel story. And i'm proud to say that all of Karen's books are good, even though they are based on time travel. I highly recommend this book.
You sure as heck pleased me. Beyond the Highland mist is excellent. It'ts the first story I read in her series. I make extra sure I always start with the first, and I was looking for something new to read. This author definantly gave it to me. I'm not a big fan of historical romance ( anymore) but this author is just one I couldn't say no to. I believe in three hooks to catch a reader. First you see the title, then the cover, and then the synopsis.( if the books is sideways.) Karen had me with the cover. Ouch lads I just can't resist a big brawny arm! Especially with a gaelic arm brac on it. Also Adam is featured in Immortal Highlander. He's great by the way, sometimes you have to be really bad to be good.
Wow, what an enchanting story! Adrienne de Simone is an orphan trying to rebuild her life after her cruel fiancee tried to kill her. She suddenly finds herself in the lap of a cruel Scottish laird the 14th century and being forced to marry 'the Hawk', while maintaining she is Crazy Janet. Adrienne trusts nobody, hates beautiful men, and is trying to find her ticket back while dealing with death threats from a former jealous lover of Hawk's. Oh, and Adam Black (yee haw!). Hawk is an all around great guy, who wants nothing more to shed the image of the King's Whore, get married, and have babies while living in his beautiful castle Dalkieth Upon the Sea. Too bad his best friend, Grimm, wished upon a star that Hawk would fall in love with a woman with the 'perfect no on her lips'. And too bad Adam Black has his eye on Adrienne! Travel back in time and enjoy the story of two people learning to trust, love, and overcome deception. I LOVED IT!!!
A must have for romance readers!!! The last time I had this much fun reading a book, I don't remember. If you love time travel with a bit of fantasy involved, then you will LOVE this story. I do not write reviews very often, but felt compeled to because of the quality of this book. All of her books are so well done with such strong characters, strong and complete story lines, that gives you a fast paced story, that really does knock your socks off. After reading this story, I found the other three books she wrote ( all in the same fantasy time travel style)and read them in one week. I have learned with her next book coming out towards the end of the year, to read it slow and to savor it.
I couldn't put it down. I think I would have read it all in one sitting if my nook didn't run down. Loved the charavtors as much as the ones in the Fever series
Ive read so many love storys by writers that had no true idea what love really was until now.This is the best love story ever written hopefully she has many many more to come. Id give it more stars if I could.
I usually am not into love stories but this was well written the way you are thrown back into time. The characters are very colorful. This is a fast read but very worth the time!
I love fantasy as well a romance and this book is the perfect combination of both of these genres. It only took me four hours to read this novel, it was that good. I loved the fever series but was not sure I would like this one. This author has risen to the short list of favorite authors that I have.
This is a great book to read and really enjoy. I like it because you can read it alone or read it with the other books that are part of the series.
Although it wasn't what I was expecting, this book was fun to read and hard to put down. It read very much like a combination of fairy-tale and Greek mythology. I loved the Fever Series, by Moning, which was wonderfully written. I began reading the Highlander Series to discover more about characters referred to from the Fever series. The book covers on the Highlander books make the books appear like hard-core romance novels, which was a turn-off initially, but I was not disappointed. Moning writes so well and is so comfortable with what she's writing that it lures the reader into the novel and makes you comfortable too. I loved the characters and would definitely recommend to others.
I have to start off by saying this is my first time travel book. I've been reading about vampires and werewolves for so long now I didn't know if I could actually enjoy one that didn't have them included. I decided I needed to give it a shot and I got the first 2 books in the series. I just finished Beyond the Highland Mist and I loved it. It's not the best book I've ever read, but I really enjoyed the characters and I hated to see the last page come so fast. I guess I'm a romantic at heart and this was a true fairytale. I can't wait to start on the next one.
I had read so many good reviews about this series that I had to try it and all the reviews were right...This series is great!!! I have bought the rest of the series and am starting on the 3rd book now. I loved the action, characters, and romance...
I absolutely LOVED this book! If I was stranded on an island, and could only bring five things, this would be one of them! The characters and their interactions with each other were superb, and it made me wish that going back in time could truly be done. The supporting characters and the climax were also amazing. Because of this book, I will continue to read every novel of its kind by KMM. Hot job!
I was introduced to Karen Marie Moning books February of this year (2009) and I have read and re-read ALL of her books. She pulls you into her worlds in a way I have never experienced before, not in books and not even in movies. Beyond the Highland Mist is an amazing story that has you loving it ALL the hate, the suspense, the intimacy, the love, the .... and in the end leaves you feeling completely satisfied. I would recommend you read all books written by Karen Marie Moning
Moning has a great sense of humor which comes out well in her books. I love her quick, witty dialogue which adds fun to her dramatic stories. I would read anything by her as I like to be swept away & laugh at the same time!
This was the first book I read in the Highlander series by Karen Marie Moning. A friend turned me on to this book. Let me say I loved the entire book. The way Karen described the Highlander Hawke was definitely astounding. The book kept my interest the entire time. The characters were very believable in that at times you good sympathize with their battles and also there way times you could be mad at the main characters. Definitely a must read for anyone who loves romantic suspense, historical romance and even paranormal romance.
So I just finished this book and knew I had to write a review about it. I was so shocked by it. I read this just cause I was bored. I don't usually like time travel books but I love medieval books so I thought I would try it just for that part. This book will make you laugh and cry and then cry some more. There are definitely some emotional aspects to the book. Which I love...I love when a book can make you 'feel' something. It will make you want to believe in love.
The Hero 'Hawk' is so cocky in the beginning but as read you see that he's such a sweet sweet man. And the heroine Adrienne is had her poor hear broken badly. She scared of men and life in general. At some points I thought she was being too stubborn. But I probably would have been the same way. I love the mysterious Grimm as well and I plan on reading his story next. PICK UP THIS READ YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED! Happy Reading!
I decied to give this book a try after seeing a few times and not getting it. I loved it, had to get the rest of the series. Moning is one of my new favorite authors. I recommend this to my friends that read the same things I do.
Beyond the Highland Mist is another one of Karens book's that is a must read. I have read literally Hundreds of romance novels, including historical and time travel. I can honestly say that Karen know's how to grab her reader's and keep them spell bound from cover to cover. Karen, please them coming. I read every chance I get, to escape the every day realities I face with societies worse nightmares.
Adrienne and Hawk are made for each other. The only problem is, they've never met. Of course, they are from different countries... and time periods. However, never underestimate the power of love and hatred, for enter Adam Black, a Shakespearean Puck-like prankster who fiddles with the strings of time. What happens next is in their own hands... Adrienne has her own problems, and now, so does the Hawk. The question is, will it work out?
This is one of my all-time favorites of KMM. Hawk was known for his prowess on the battlefield and in the boudoir with ladies who cannot deny him. A spiteful Tuatha De yanks beautiful Adirenne de Simone back in time and refuses most of his attempts at wooing and thereby makes her an irressitalble challenge. This book will leave you well satisfied.
I recommend this book! I was laughing outloud throughout much of this book. It was very entertaining and well written. Once I started it, I couldn't put it down. I was up until the wee hours reading. Cute. Romantic. Fun.