Dark Witch (Cousins O'Dwyer Trilogy #1) [NOOK Book]

Dark Witch (Cousins O'Dwyer Trilogy #1)

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Overview

First in the all-new Cousins O’Dwyer Trilogy




From #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts comes a trilogy about the land we’re drawn to, the family we learn to cherish, and the people we long to love…



With indifferent parents, Iona Sheehan grew up craving devotion and acceptance. From her maternal grandmother, she learned where to find both: a land of lush forests, dazzling lakes, and centuries-old legends.



Ireland.



County Mayo, to be exact. Where her ancestors’ blood and magic have flowed through generations—and where her destiny awaits.



Iona arrives in Ireland with nothing but her Nan’s directions, an unfailingly optimistic attitude, and an innate talent with horses. Not far from the luxurious castle where she is spending a week, she finds her cousins, Branna and Connor O’Dwyer. And since family is family, they invite her into their home and their lives.



When Iona lands a job at the local stables, she meets the owner, Boyle McGrath. Cowboy, pirate, wild tribal horsemen, he’s three of her biggest fantasy weaknesses all in one big, bold package.



Iona realizes that here she can make a home for herself—and live her life as she wants, even if that means falling head over heels for Boyle. But nothing is as it seems. An ancient evil has wound its way around Iona’s family tree and must be defeated. Family and friends will fight with each other and for each other to keep the promise of hope—and love—alive…



Don’t miss the next two books in the Cousins O’Dwyer Trilogy



Shadow Spell

and

Blood Magick






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Editorial Reviews

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Nora Roberts' new romance trilogy begins with a call back to deep Celtic mysteries. When beautiful young Iona Sheehan leaves America for the lush forests of Ireland's Mayo County, she has no idea where her search for family and destiny will lead. She does not yet know the parts that her cousins Branna and Connor O'Dwyer will play in her epic battle with a centuries-old curse; nor does she yet realize that a willful stable owner and horseman will capture her heart. A trade paperback and NOOK Book original.

Library Journal
10/15/2013
Centuries ago, dark witch Sorcha spurned, marked, and nearly destroyed the evil sorcerer Cabhan as she gave her life to protect her three children. But Cabhan still lived—and waited. Now, with Iona Sheehan's arrival in County Mayo, the descendants of those offspring are finally together, and the time is right for Cabhan to take his revenge. But Iona and her cousins Branna and Connor O'Dwyer are far more powerful than Cabhan had imagined, as he discovers when he sets his sights on neophyte witch Iona. While this is definitely Iona and stable owner Boyle McGrath's romantic story, the other characters, including assorted friends, relatives, and animals (especially a brilliant horse named Alastar), are important elements in the mix, beautifully setting the stage for the stories to come. VERDICT Combining myth, magic, and legend with Ireland's wild beauty, Roberts spins a mesmerizing tale of good vs. evil, providing another trio of addictive romances that readers who love her trilogies—especially "Born In" and "Three Sisters Island"—are sure to enjoy. Roberts (Whiskey Beach) lives in Keedysville, MD.
Publishers Weekly
09/30/2013
Bestselling contemporary romance and women’s fiction author Roberts (the Inn Boonsboro trilogy) ventures into paranormal territory with the competent first segment of the Cousins O’Dwyer trilogy. Iona Sheehan has come to Ireland in search of her roots. From her distant cousin Branna O’Dwyer, Iona learns she has inherited the “magick” of the legendary Dark Witch Sorcha, who sacrificed herself to destroy the evil wizard Cabhan. Sorcha passed her powers on to her three children, and Iona, Branna, and Branna’s brother, Connor, are the latest group of three descendants to wield them. Unfortunately, Finbar Burke—Connor’s best friend and possibly Branna’s lover—has inherited the taint of Cabhan, though the evil has not yet affected him. Between magick lessons, Iona falls in love with handsome Boyle McGrath, “cowboy, pirate, wild tribal horseman... three of her biggest fantasy weaknesses all rolled into one big, bold package.” Her happiness is threatened by frightening visions of a wolf and other hints of Cabhan’s encroaching evil. The magick is never quite convincing, but Roberts’s focus on romance will satisfy her core audience. (Nov.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781101626368
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 10/29/2013
  • Series: Cousins O'Dwyer Trilogy Series , #1
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 408
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling futuristic suspense series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 400 million copies of her books in print.

Biography

Not only has Nora Roberts written more bestsellers than anyone else in the world (according to Publishers Weekly), she’s also created a hybrid genre of her own: the futuristic detective romance. And that’s on top of mastering every subgenre in the romance pie: the family saga, the historical, the suspense novel. But this most prolific and versatile of authors might never have tapped into her native talent if it hadn't been for one fateful snowstorm.

As her fans well know, in 1979 a blizzard trapped Roberts at home for a week with two bored little kids and a dwindling supply of chocolate. To maintain her sanity, Roberts started scribbling a story -- a romance novel like the Harlequin paperbacks she'd recently begun reading. The resulting manuscript was rejected by Harlequin, but that didn't matter to Roberts. She was hooked on writing. Several rejected manuscripts later, her first book was accepted for publication by Silhouette.

For several years, Roberts wrote category romances for Silhouette -- short books written to the publisher's specifications for length, subject matter and style, and marketed as part of a series of similar books. Roberts has said she never found the form restrictive. "If you write in category, you write knowing there's a framework, there are reader expectations," she explained. "If this doesn't suit you, you shouldn't write it. I don't believe for one moment you can write well what you wouldn't read for pleasure."

Roberts never violated the reader's expectations, but she did show a gift for bringing something fresh to the romance formula. Her first book, Irish Thoroughbred (1981), had as its heroine a strong-willed horse groom, in contrast to the fluttering young nurses and secretaries who populated most romances at the time. But Roberts's books didn't make significant waves until 1985, when she published Playing the Odds, which introduced the MacGregor clan. It was the first bestseller of many.

Roberts soon made a name for herself as a writer of spellbinding multigenerational sagas, creating families like the Scottish MacGregors, the Irish Donovans and the Ukrainian Stanislaskis. She also began working on romantic suspense novels, in which the love story unfolds beneath a looming threat of violence or disaster. She grew so prolific that she outstripped her publishers' ability to print and market Nora Roberts books, so she created an alter ego, J.D. Robb. Under the pseudonym, she began writing romantic detective novels set in the future. By then, millions of readers had discovered what Publishers Weekly called her "immeasurable diversity and talent."

Although the style and substance of her books has grown, Roberts remains loyal to the genre that launched her career. As she says, "The romance novel at its core celebrates that rush of emotions you have when you are falling in love, and it's a lovely thing to relive those feelings through a book."

Good To Know

Roberts still lives in the same Maryland house she occupied when she first started writing -- though her carpenter husband has built on some additions. She and her husband also own Turn the Page Bookstore Café in Boonsboro, Maryland. When Roberts isn't busy writing, she likes to drop by the store, which specializes in Civil War titles as well as autographed copies of her own books.

Roberts sued fellow writer Janet Dailey in 1997, accusing her of plagiarizing numerous passages of her work over a period of years. Dailey paid a settlement and publicly apologized, blaming stress and a psychological disorder for her misconduct.

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    1. Also Known As:
      J. D. Robb; Sarah Hardesty; Jill March; Eleanor Marie Robertson (birth name)
    2. Hometown:
      Keedysville, Maryland
    1. Date of Birth:
      1950
    2. Place of Birth:
      Silver Spring, Maryland

Read an Excerpt

Chapter Three

County Mayo, 2013

The cold carved bone deep, fueled by the lash of the wind, iced by the drowning rain gushing from a bruised, bloated sky.

Such was Iona Sheehan’s welcome to Ireland.

She loved it.

How could she not? she asked herself as she hugged her arms to her chest and drank in the wild, soggy view from her window. She was standing in a castle. She’d sleep in a castle that night. An honest-to-God Irish castle in the heart of the west.

Some of her ancestors had worked there, probably slept there. Everything she knew verified that her people, on her mother’s side in any case, had sprung from this gorgeous part of the world, this magical part of this magical country.

She’d gambled, well, pretty much everything to come here, to find her roots, to—she hoped—connect with them. And most of all, to finally understand them.

Burnt bridges, left them smoldering behind her in the hopes of building new ones, stronger ones. Ones that led somewhere she wanted to go.

She’d left her mother mildly annoyed. But then her mother never rose to serious anger, or sorrow, or joy or passion. How difficult had it been to find herself saddled with a daughter who rode emotions like a wild stallion? Her father had just patted her head in his absent way, and wished her luck as casually as he might some passing acquaintance.

She suspected she’d never been any more than that to him. Her paternal grandparents considered the trip a grand adventure, and had given her the very welcome gift of a check.

She was grateful, even knowing they belonged to the out-of-sight-out-of-mind school and probably wouldn’t give her another thought.

But her maternal grandmother, her treasured Nan, had given her a gift with so many questions.

She was here in this lovely corner of Mayo, ringed by water, shadowed by ancient trees, to find the answers.

She should wait until tomorrow, settle in, take a nap as she’d barely slept on the flight from Baltimore. At least she should unpack. She had a week in Ashford Castle, a foolish expense on the practical scale. But she wanted, so wanted that connection, that once-in-a-lifetime treat.

She opened her bags, began to take out clothes.

She was a woman who’d once wished she’d grow taller than her scant five three, and curvier than the slim, teenage boy body the fates had granted her. Then she’d stopped wishing and compensated by using bright colors in her wardrobe, and wearing high, high heels whenever she could manage it.

Illusion, Nan would say, was as good as reality.

She’d once wished she could be beautiful, like her mother, but worked with what she had—cute. The only time she’d seen her mother close to genuinely horrified had been just the week before when Iona had chopped off her long blond hair to a pixie cap.

Far from used to it herself, she raked her fingers through it. It suited her, didn’t it? Didn’t it bring out her cheekbones a little?

It didn’t matter if she regretted the impulse; she’d regretted others. Trying new things, taking new risks—those were her current goals. No more wait-and-see, the mantra of her parents as long as she could remember. Now was now.

And with that in mind she thought, the hell with unpacking, the hell with waiting until tomorrow. What if she died in her sleep?

She dug out boots, a scarf, the new raincoat—candy pink—she’d bought for Ireland. She dragged a pink-and-white-striped cap over her hair, slung her oversized purse on cross-body.

Don’t think, just do, she told herself, and left her warm, pretty room.

She made a wrong turn almost immediately, but it only gave her time to wander the corridors. She’d asked for a room in the oldest section when she’d booked, and liked to imagine servants scurrying with fresh rushes, or ladies sitting at their spindles. Or warriors in bloody mail returning from battle.

She had days to explore the castle, the grounds, the nearby village of Cong, and she meant to make use of all of it.

But her primary goal remained to seek out and make contact with the Dark Witch.

When she stepped outside into the whistling wind and drenching rain she told herself it was a perfect day for witches.

The little map Nan had drawn was in her bag, but she’d etched it on her memory. She turned away from the great stone walls, took the path toward the deep woods. Passed winter-quiet gardens, spreads of soaked green. Belatedly she remembered the umbrella in her bag, dragged it out, pushing her way forward into the evocative gloom of the rain-struck woods.

She hadn’t imagined the trees so big, with their wide, wide trunks, crazily gnarled branches. A storybook wood, she thought, thrilled with it even as the rain splashed over her boots.

Through its drumming she heard the wind sigh and moan, then the rumble of what must be the river.

Paths speared, forked, but she kept the map in her head.

She thought she heard something cry overhead, and for a moment imagined she saw the sweep of wings. Then despite the drumming, the rumbling, the sighs and the moans, everything suddenly seemed still. As the path narrowed, roughened, her heartbeat pounded in her ears, too quick, too loud.

To the right an upended tree exposed a base taller than a man, wider than her arm span. Vines thick as her wrist tangled together like a wall. She found herself drawn toward them, struck by the urge to pull at them, to fight her way through them to see what lay beyond. The concept of getting lost flitted through her mind, then out again.

She just wanted to see.

She took a step forward, then another. She smelled smoke and horses, and both pulled her closer to that tangled wall. Even as she reached out, something burst through. The massive black blur had her stumbling back. She thought, instinctively: Bear!

Since the umbrella had flown out of her hand, she looked around frantically for a weapon—a stick, a rock—then saw as it eyed her, the biggest dog ever to stand on four massive paws.

Not a bear, she thought, but as potentially deadly if he wasn’t somebody’s cheerful pet.

“Hello . . . doggie.”

He continued to watch her out of eyes more gold than brown. He stepped forward to sniff her, which she hoped wasn’t the prelude to taking a good, hard bite. Then let out two cannon-shot barks before loping away.

“Okay.” She bent over from the waist until she caught her breath. “All right.”

Exploring would definitely wait for a bright, sunny day. Or at least a brighter, dryer one. She picked up her soaked and muddy umbrella and pressed on.

She should’ve waited on the whole thing, she told herself. Now she was wet and flustered and, she realized, more travel weary than she’d expected. She should be napping in her warm hotel bed, snuggled in listening to the rain instead of trudging through it.

And now—perfect—fog rolled in, surfing over the ground like waves on the shore. Mists thickened like those vines, and the rain sounded like voices muttering.

Or there were voices muttering, she thought. In a language she shouldn’t understand, but almost did. She quickened her pace, as anxious to get out of the woods as she’d been to get into them.

The cold turned brutal until she saw her breath hazing out. Now the voices sounded in her head: Turn back. Turn back.

It was stubbornness as much as anxiety that had her pushing ahead until she nearly ran along the slippery path.

And like the dog, burst into the clear.

The rain was just the rain, the wind just the wind. The path opened into a road, with a few houses, smoke puffing out of chimneys. And beyond the beauty of the mist-shrouded hills.

“Too much imagination, not enough sleep,” she told herself.

She saw dooryard gardens resting their bright blooms for spring, cars parked on the roadside or in short drives.

Not far now, according to Nan’s map, so she walked along the road, counting houses.

It sat farther off the road than the others, farther apart as if it needed breathing room. The pretty thatched-roofed cottage with its deep blue walls and bright red door transmitted that same storybook vibe—yet a shiny silver Mini sat in the little driveway. The cottage itself jogged into an L, fronted by curved glass. Even in the winter, pots of bright pansies sat on the stoops, their exotic faces turned upward to drink in the rain.

A sign of aged wood hung above the curve of glass. Its deeply carved letters said:

The Dark Witch

“I found her.” For a moment Iona just stood in the rain, closed her eyes. Every decision she’d made in the last six weeks—perhaps every one she’d made in her life—had led to this.

She wasn’t sure whether to go to the L—the workshop, Nan had told her—or the cottage entrance. But as she walked closer she saw the gleam of light on the glass. And closer still, the shelves holding bottles full of color—bright or soft—hanks of hanging herbs. Mortars and pestles, bowls and . . . cauldrons?

Steam puffed from one on a stove top, and a woman stood at a work counter, grinding something.

Iona’s first thought was how unfair it seemed that some women could look like that even without fussing. The dark hair bundled up, sexily messy, the rosy flush from the work and the steam. The fine bones that said beauty from birth to death, and the deeply sculpted mouth just slightly curved in a contented smile.

Was it genes or magick? she wondered. But then, for some, one was the same as the other.

She gathered her courage and, setting her umbrella aside, reached for the door handle.

She barely touched it when the woman looked up, over. The smile deepened, polite welcome, so Iona opened the door, stepped in.

And the smile faded. Eyes of smoke gray held so intensely on her face that Iona stopped where she was, just over the threshold.

“Can I come in?”

“It’s in you are.”

“I . . . I guess I am. I should’ve knocked. I’m sorry, I . . . God, it smells amazing in here. Rosemary and basil and lavender, and . . . everything. I’m sorry,” she said again. “Are you Branna O’Dwyer?”

“I am, yes.” As she answered, she took a towel from under the counter, crossed to Iona. “You’re soaked through.”

“Oh, sorry. I’m dripping on the floor. I walked over from the castle. From the hotel. I’m staying at Ashford Castle.”

“Lucky you, it’s a grand place.”

“It’s like a dream, at least what I’ve seen of it. I just got here. I mean, a couple hours ago, and I wanted to come to see you right away. I came to meet you.”

“Why?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I—”

“You’re sorry for a lot it seems, in such a short time.”

“Ha.” Iona twisted the towel in her hands. “Yeah, it sounds like it. I’m Iona. Iona Sheehan. We’re cousins. I mean, my grandmother Mary Kate O’Connor is cousins with your grandmother Ailish, um . . . Ailish Flannery. So that makes us . . . I get confused if it’s fourth or third or whatever.”

“A cousin’s a cousin for all that. Well then, take off those muddy boots, and we’ll have some tea.”

“Thanks. I know I should’ve written or called or something. But I was afraid you’d tell me not to come.”

“Were you?” Branna murmured as she set the kettle on.

“It’s just once I’d decided to come, I needed to push through with it.” She left her muddy boots by the door, hung her coat on the peg. “I always wanted to visit Ireland—that roots thing—but it was always eventually. Then . . . well, it was now. Right now.”

“Go have a seat at the table back there, by the fire. It’s a cold wind today.”

“God, tell me! I swear it got colder the deeper I went into the woods, then . . . Oh Jesus, it’s the bear!”

She stopped as the massive dog lifted his head from his place at the little hearth, and gave her the same steady stare he had in the woods. “I mean the dog. I thought he was a bear for a minute when he came bursting through the woods. But he’s a really big dog. He’s your dog.”

“He’s mine, yes, and I’m his. He’s Kathel, and he won’t harm you. Have you a fear of dogs, cousin?”

“No. But he’s huge. What is he?”

“Breeding, you mean. His father is an Irish wolfhound, and his mother a mix of Irish Dane and Scottish deerhound.”

“He looks fierce and dignified at the same time. Can I pet him?”

“That would be up to you and him,” Branna said as she brought tea and sugar biscuits to the table. She said nothing more as Iona crouched, held out the back of her hand for the dog to sniff, then stroked it gently over his head.

“Hello, Kathel. I didn’t have time to introduce myself before. You scared the crap out of me.”

She rose, smiled at Branna. “I’m so happy to meet you, to be here. Everything’s been so crazy, and it’s all running around in my head. I can hardly believe I’m standing here.”

“Sit then, and have your tea.”

“I barely knew about you,” Iona began as she sat, warmed her chilled hands on the cup. “I mean, Nan had told me about the cousins. You and your brother.”

“Connor.”

“Yes, Connor, and the others who live in Galway or Clare. She wanted to bring me over years ago, but it didn’t work out. My parents—well, mostly my mother—didn’t really want it, and she and my father split up, and then, well, you’re just bouncing around between them. Then they both remarried, and that was weird because my mother insisted on an annulment. They say how that doesn’t really make you a bastard, but it sure feels like it.”

Branna barely lifted her eyebrows. “I imagine it does, yes.”

“Then there was school and work, and I was involved with someone for a while. One day I looked at him and thought, why? I mean we didn’t have anything for each other but habit and convenience, and people need more, don’t they?”

“I’d say they do.”

“I want more, sometime anyway. Mostly, I never felt like I fit. Where I was, something always felt a little skewed, not quite right. Then I started having the dreams—or I started remembering them, and I went to visit Nan. Everything she told me should’ve sounded crazy. It shouldn’t have made sense, but it did. It made everything make sense.

“I’m babbling. I’m so nervous.” She picked up a cookie, stuffed it in her mouth. “These are good. I’m—”

“Don’t be saying you’re sorry again. It’s coming on pitiful. Tell me about the dreams.”

“He wants to kill me.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know. Or I didn’t. Nan says his name is—was—is Cabhan, and he’s a sorcerer. Evil. Centuries ago our ancestor, the first dark witch, destroyed him. Except some part of him survived it. He still wants to kill me. Us. I know that sounds insane.”

Placidly, Branna sipped her tea. “Do I look shocked by all this?”

“No. You look really calm. I wish I could be really calm. And you’re beautiful. I always wanted to be beautiful, too. And taller. You’re taller. Babbling. Can’t stop it.”

Rising, Branna opened a cupboard, took out a bottle of whiskey. “It’s a good day for a little whiskey in your tea. So you heard this story about Cabhan and Sorcha, the first dark witch, and decided to come to Ireland to meet me.”

“Basically. I quit my job, I sold my stuff.”

“You . . .” For the first time Branna looked genuinely surprised. “You sold your things?”

“Including twenty-eight pairs of designer shoes—bought at discount, but still. That stung some, but I wanted the break clean. And I needed the money to come here. To stay here. I have a work visa. I’ll get a job, find a place to live.”

She picked up another cookie, hoping it would stop the flood of words, but they just kept pouring out. “I know it’s crazy spending so much to stay at Ashford, but I just wanted it. I’ve got nothing back there but Nan, not really. And she’ll come if I ask her. I feel like I might fit here. Like things might balance here. I’m tired of not knowing why I don’t belong.”

“What was your work?”

“I was a riding instructor. Trail guide, stable hand. I’d hoped to be a jockey once, but I love them too much, and didn’t have the passion for racing and training.”

Watching her, Branna only nodded. “It’s horses, of course.”

“Yeah, I’m good with them.”

“I’ve no doubt of that. I know one of the owners of the stables here, the hotel uses them for guests. They do trail rides, and riding lessons and the like. I think Boyle might find a place for you.”

“You’re kidding? I never figured to get stable work right off. I figured waitress, shop clerk. It would be fabulous if I could work there.”

Some would say too good to be true, but Iona had never believed that. Good should be true.

“Look, I’ll muck out stalls, groom. Whatever he needs or wants.”

“I’ll have a word with him.”

“I can’t thank you enough,” Iona said, reaching for Branna’s hand. As they touched, gripped, heat and light flashed.

Though Iona’s hand trembled, she didn’t pull away, didn’t look away.

“What does it mean?”

“It means it may be time at last. Did cousin Mary Kate give you a gift?”

“Yes. When I went to see her, when she told me.” With her free hand, Iona reached for the chain under her sweater, took out the copper amulet with the sign of the horse.

“It was made by Sorcha for her youngest child, her daughter—”

“Teagan,” Iona supplied. “To shield her from Cabhan. For Brannaugh it was the hound—I should have realized that when I saw the dog. And for Eamon, the hawk. She told me the stories as long as I can remember, but I thought they were stories. My mother insisted they were. And she didn’t like Nan telling them to me. So I stopped telling her—my mother—about them. My mother prefers to just sort of glide along.”

“That’s why it is the amulet wasn’t passed to her, but to you. She wasn’t the one. You are. Cousin Mary Kate would come, but we knew she wasn’t the one, but like a guardian for the amulet, for the legacy. It was passed to her by others who guarded and waited. Now it comes to you.”

And you, Branna thought, have come to me.

“Did she tell you what you are?” Branna asked.

“She said . . .” Iona let out a long breath. “She said I’m the Dark Witch. But you—”

“There are three. Three is good magick. So now we’re three. You and I, and Connor. But each must accept the whole, and themselves, and the legacy. Do you?”

Hoping for calm, Iona took a gulp of whiskey-laced tea. “I’m working on it.”

“What can you do? She wouldn’t have passed this to you unless she was sure. Show me what you can do.”

“What?” Iona wiped suddenly damp palms on her jeans. “Like an audition?”

“I’ve practiced all my life; you haven’t. But you are the blood.” Branna tilted her head, her beautiful face skeptical. “Have you no skills as yet?”

“I’ve got some skills. It’s just I’ve never . . . except with Nan.” Annoyed, uneasy, Iona, drew the candle on the table closer. “Now I’m nervous,” she muttered. “I feel like I’m trying out for the school play. I bombed that one.”

“Clear your mind. Let it come.”

She breathed again, slow and steady, put her focus, her energy on the candlewick. Felt the warmth rise in her, and light seep through. And she blew gently.

The flame flickered, swayed, then burned true.

“It’s so cool,” Iona whispered. “I’ll never get used to it. I’m just . . . magick.”

“It’s power. It must be trained, disciplined, and respected. And honored.”

“You sound like Nan. She showed me when I was little, and I believed. Then I thought they were just magick tricks, because my parents said they were. And I think—I know—my mother told her to stop or she wouldn’t let her see me.”

“Your mother’s mind is closed. She’s like a lot of others. You shouldn’t be angry with her.”

“She kept me from this. From what I am.”

“Now you know. Can you do more?”

“A few things. I can levitate things—not big things, and it’s fifty-fifty. Horses. I understand what they’re feeling. I always have. I tried a glamour, but that was a terrible bust. My eyes went purple—even the whites, and my teeth glowed like neon. I had to call in sick for two days before it wore off.”

Amused, Branna added more tea and whiskey to the cups.

“What can you do?” Iona demanded. “I showed mine. You show yours.”

“Fair enough then.” Branna flicked out a hand, and held a ball of white fire in her palm.

“Holy shit. That’s . . .” Warily Iona reached out, brought her fingertips close enough to feel the heat. “I want to do that.”

“Then you’ll practice, and you’ll learn.”

“You’ll teach me?”

“I’ll guide you. It’s already in you, but needs the route, the signs, the . . . finesse. I’ll give you some books to read and study. Take your week at the castle, and think about what you want, Iona Sheehan. Think carefully, for once it begins, you can’t go back.”

“I don’t want to go back.”

“I don’t mean to America, or your life there. I mean from the path we’ll walk.” She flicked her hand again and, with it empty, picked up her tea. “Cabhan, what is left of him, may be worse than what was. And what is left wants what you have, what we have. And he wants our blood. Your power and your life, you’ll risk both, so think carefully, for it’s not a game we’d be playing.”

“Nan said it had to be a choice, my choice. She told me he—Cabhan—would want what I have, what I am, and do whatever he could to get it. She cried when I said I was going to come, but she was proud, too. As soon as I got here, I knew it was the right choice. I don’t want to ignore what I am. I just want to understand it.”

“Staying is still a choice. And if you decide to stay, you’ll stay here, with me and Connor.”

“Here?”

“It’s best we stay together. There’s room enough.”

Nothing had prepared her for this. Nothing in her life measured as amazing a gift. “You’d let me live here, with you?”

“We’re cousins, after all. Take your week. Connor and I have committed, have taken an oath if the third came, we’d accept. But you haven’t had a lifetime, so think it through, and be sure. The decision has to be yours.”

Whatever it was, Branna thought, would change all.

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  • Posted November 3, 2013

    Although I love Nora Roberts, I was a bit disappointed with this

    Although I love Nora Roberts, I was a bit disappointed with this one. It's just a slightly different version of the Three Sisters series. Instead of a curse that is waiting for 300 years, it's a curse from the thirteenth century. Iona is similar in personality to Nell. Branna is similar in personality to Mia. Mia and Sam are Branna and Finn in this one. Even maring the wolf with the pentagram is repeated. I will read the next two books as I've read most of Nora's books, but I'm hoping that there are differences from the previous trilogy.

    36 out of 39 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 29, 2013

    Awsome book

    I love all of Nora Roberts books and this one wasn't any different worth the money and one I will read again I can't wait for the rest of the series to come out

    25 out of 34 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2013

    Anonymous

    While good, i think the story was a bit rushed. I was hoping for more tension between iona & boyle & less conversation in general. I miss the detailed descriptions of the settings, & the characters themselves. Its almost as if since where we already know where this is going, why waste pages on building the story. Parts of the story resounded with hints of some her older novels while other parts seemed written by another person altogether. Maybe the editors missed the mark there. Overall, i still enjoyed it & will be looking for part two.

    18 out of 19 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 29, 2013

    Enchanting

    She did it again! Couldn't put it down once I started it. Another wonderful read by Nora Roberts. Hope the second book isn't too long in coming. Worth every penny and more....

    15 out of 20 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2013

    This may sound familiar...

    Although I have always been a fan of her books, her newest offering sounds and awful lot like...well, every other supernatural trilogy she has written. Roberts found a formula that works, that's for sure, but now fans like me can only hope she will find a new one. I will not be purchasing the next two books in the series... I am pretty sure I already know what happens.

    14 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 30, 2013

    Fantastic!  Couldn't put it down and read it all today.  Nothing

    Fantastic!  Couldn't put it down and read it all today.  Nothing better than a new Nora Robert's Series.  Character development is wonderful and she makes you want to be a part of the inner circle of characters.

    14 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 30, 2013

    Love it!

    I love her trilogies and this first book has me excited for the next two. I think her best ones have that supernatural element, and she never goes wrong when she takes us to Ireland!

    14 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 15, 2013

    Slow, has good points but drags on and on. Table talk on and on

    Slow, has good points but drags on and on. Table talk on and on....boring. Not one of her better books.

    12 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2013

    I agree please listen Mrs.Roberts

    Great stories just do Not need so many sex scenes in em. I know the editors or publishers ask for em but when you have great stories and writers like Nora Roberts , Jude Deveraux , we dont need so many sex scenes. The sexual attraction is great. Leave some to imaganation please!?!

    12 out of 22 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2013

    Did I read this 10 years ago?!?!

    I KNEW it was a new book, but as I read on I kept feeling like I had read this book before. Love NR but this was a bit stale and 'already done'.

    10 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2013

    Falls Short

    I've always loved reading Nora Roberts more magical or witchy books and i waited anxiously for the release of this book. Unfotunately this fell short of my expectations. It really felt like the story was rushed even the first sexual trist between Iona and Boyle was short lived and uneventful. This could be a really good story line if you'd slow down, bring the characters to life and allow your readers to live the story instead of rushing us through this just to get to the next book. Hoping you take your time with next book because i really want to fall in love with this series!

    9 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 2013

    Recycled stories!

    This has all been done before. If you read the Three Sisters trilogy dont bother with this one. The ominous fog, the big bad wolf, the family curse, it's all there. The difference is she set the story in the Born In series location. Oh, and she added some animals as familiars. Nora Roberts didn't try very hard here. Dont waste your money.

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2013

    Nora Roberts has always been a hit or miss with me but I decided

    Nora Roberts has always been a hit or miss with me but I decided to give this book a try.  Sorry that I did.  All 
    I can say is that it will be a long time, if ever, that I read another one.  This story can be figured out in the first few chapters.
    Not any different than any of her other books, I take that back.  Worse than most of her other ones.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2013

    Faulty

    I enjoyed the book, not sure of the ending as it will not let me read the last pages.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 10, 2013

    Such a Disapointment

    I was so excited to see that Roberts had written another witchy trilogy and better yet, one set in Ireland! that when I started reading I was flabbergasted.... this couldn't be NORA Roberts, could it? I checked and doubled checked and indeed her name was on it. The writing is just horrible. The characters are so two dimensional. I tried. I TRIED to finish reading it but I just could not.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2013

    Boring

    Flipping pages just to finally get through it. The writing is ho-hum. The story is boring and the lines seem repeated and tired. There is no substance to build any interest in the actual characters.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2013

    Disappointing

    I am a loyal fan of Nora Roberts and have read most of her books especially her trilogies. It took awhile for the plot to interest me. I thought the witchcraft was overplayed and it steered us away from endearing ourselves to the characters. I won't be reading books 2 and 3. Sorry, Nora!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2013

    Enjoyed from cover to cover.  Follows the standard Nora Roberts

    Enjoyed from cover to cover.  Follows the standard Nora Roberts format which to me makes it a bit predictable but didn't take away from it for me.  Will continue on with the series.

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 30, 2013

    5 STARS I love the characters. Lots of drama, action and romanc

    5 STARS

    I love the characters. Lots of drama, action and romance. The story is gripping for the most part.
    The problems with the book is too many sex scenes and have to wait for the next book to come out.
    The setting is Ireland the past and now.
    The pace is good and keeps you reading to find out what would happen next.
    I bought the book on amazon and will read the next two books of the series.

    4 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2013

    Disappointing

    As a devoted Nora Roberts fan, I felt let down by the overall quality of the writing in Dark Witch. Aside from the blatant similarities to the Sisters trilogy and others, these characters and the core storyline lacked the depth and complexity that Nora usually brings to her stories. As I read, I couldn't help but wonder if this manuscript may have been on the shelf from years ago and just not published before. For new Nora readers, I would highly recommend the Sisters or Key trilogies for a real touch of Nora's magic.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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