Kiss of the Highlander (Highlander Series #4) [NOOK Book]

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A laird trapped between centuries...

Enchanted by a powerful spell, Highland laird Drustan MacKeltar slumbered for nearly five centuries hidden deep in a cave, until an unlikely savior awakened him. The enticing lass who dressed and spoke like no woman he’d ever known was from his distant future, where crumbled ruins were all that remained of his vanished world. Drustan knew...
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Kiss of the Highlander (Highlander Series #4)

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Overview

A laird trapped between centuries...

Enchanted by a powerful spell, Highland laird Drustan MacKeltar slumbered for nearly five centuries hidden deep in a cave, until an unlikely savior awakened him. The enticing lass who dressed and spoke like no woman he’d ever known was from his distant future, where crumbled ruins were all that remained of his vanished world. Drustan knew he had to return to his own century if he was to save his people from a terrible fate. And he needed the bewitching woman by his side....

A woman changed forever in his arms...

Gwen Cassidy had come to Scotland to shake up her humdrum life and, just maybe, meet a man. How could she have known that a tumble down a Highland ravine would send her plunging into an underground cavern — to land atop the most devastatingly seductive man she’d ever seen? Or that once he’d kissed her, he wouldn’t let her go?

Bound to Drustan by a passion stronger than time, Gwen is swept back to sixteenth-century Scotland, where a treacherous enemy plots against them ... and where a warrior with the power to change history will defy time itself for the woman he loves....


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Five hundred years ago, Highland laird Drustan MacKeltar was felled by a powerful spell, and trapped in an enchanted slumber. He was hidden by faithful clansmen, who were determined to keep him safe from a prophecy of doom. American tourist Gwen Cassidy has come to Scotland to escape (for a week or two at least) from her humdrum life in the States. She's also hoping to find a man to relieve her of her virginity, since she seems destined to spend her life alone. When she tumbles into the arms of the sexy Highlander, awakening him from his enchanted slumber, she's swept into the 16th century by his absolutely unforgettable kiss. When she started this trip, Gwen was only hoping for a roll in the heather, and a few good memories -- not a life in the past. But she finds little time for boredom or regrets as she's caught up in treacherous plots that have little to do with bringing her handsome Highland laird to her bed. Kiss of the Highlander is an engaging time-travel romp.
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Rife with unexpected plot twists, Druid lore and sparkling humor, Moning's latest time-travel romance (following The Highlander's Touch) returns to the Scottish Highlands for another romp between an ancient laird and a modern lass. Gwen Cassidy's hopes of finding a man crumble when she realizes that her much-anticipated tour of Scotland is a senior citizen expedition. Frustrated, Gwen decides to hike the breakneck hills of Loch Ness alone, and she ends up falling down a ravine and awakening Drustan MacKeltar, a Scottish lord who has been slumbering for 500 years under a gypsy's spell. Although Drustan is bewildered by the modern century, he is not puzzled by his feelings for Gwen. Her passionate heart and brilliant mind intrigue him, and he enlists her aid to return to the 16th century. Once back in Drustan's time, their struggle to save his people alters history and results in a surprising denouement. There's much that's fun here, both in characters and situations, but detail-oriented readers may be distracted by the novel's many anachronisms: for example, Gwen has coffee in bed in 1518 even though coffee wasn't available in England until the 17th century. Nevertheless, Moning's snappy prose, quick wit and charismatic characters will enchant. (Sept. 11) Forecast: Morning has just three titles under her belt, but her fan base is growing steadily. This paranormal, time-travel romantic comedy will appeal to Donna Kauffman aficionados as well as readers who enjoy mixed-genre romances. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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“Rife with unexpected plot twists, Druid lore and sparkling humor ... There's much that’s fun here, both in characters and situations ... Moning's snappy prose, quick wit and charismatic characters will enchant.”—Publishers Weekly
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440337843
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/20/2008
  • Series: Highlander Series , #4
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 12,337
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Karen Marie Moning is the internationally bestselling author of the Highlander and Fever novels. Her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestseller lists, and have won numerous awards, including the prestigious Rita. She lives in Georgia and Florida with her husband Neil and the world-traveling cat, Moonshadow.


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Highlands of Scotland
September 19, Present Day


Gwen Cassidy needed a man.

Desperately.

Failing that, she’d settle for a cigarette. God, I hate my life, she thought. I don’t even know who I am anymore.

Glancing around the crowded interior of the tour bus, Gwen took a deep breath and rubbed the nicotine patch under her arm. After this fiasco, she deserved a cigarette, didn’t she? Except, even if she managed to escape the horrid bus and find a pack, she was afraid she might expire from nicotine overdose if she smoked one. The patch made her feel shaky and ill.

Perhaps before quitting she should have waited until she’d found her cherry picker, she mused. It wasn’t as if she was drawing them like flies to honey in her current mood. Her virginity was hardly presented in its best light when she kept snarling at every man she met.

She leaned back against the cracked seat, wincing when the bus hit a pothole and caused the wiry coils of the seat to dig into her shoulder blade. Even the smooth, mysterious, slate-gray surface of Loch Ness beyond the rattling window that wouldn’t stay closed when it rained — and wouldn’t stay open otherwise — failed to intrigue her.

“Gwen, are you feeling all right?” Bert Hardy asked kindly from across the aisle.

Gwen peered at Bert through her Jennifer Aniston fringed bangs, expensively beveled to attract her own Brad Pitt. Right now, they simply tickled her nose and annoyed her. Bert had proudly informed her, when they’d begun the tour a week ago, that he was seventy-three and sex had never been better (this said while patting the hand of his newlywed, plump, and blushing bride, Beatrice). Gwen had smiled politely and congratulated them and, since that mild show of interest, had become the doting couple’s favorite “young American lassie.”

“I’m fine, Bert,” she assured him, wondering where he’d found the lemon polyester shirt and the golf-turf-green trousers that clashed painfully with his white leather dress shoes and tartan socks. Completing the rainbow ensemble, a red wool cardigan was neatly buttoned about his paunch.

“You don’t look so well, there, dearie,” Beatrice fretted, adjusting a wide-brimmed straw hat atop her soft silvery-blue curls. “A little green about the gills.”

“It’s just the bumpy ride, Beatrice.”

“Well, we’re nearly to the village, and you must have a bite to eat with us before we go sightseeing,” Bert said firmly. “We can go see that house, you know, the one where that sorcerer Aleister Crowley used to live. They say it’s haunted,” he confided, wiggling bushy white brows.

Gwen nodded apathetically. She knew it was futile to protest, because although she suspected Beatrice might have taken pity on her, Bert was determined to ensure that she had “fun.” It had taken her only a few days to figure out that she should never have embarked upon this ridiculous quest.

But back home in Sante Fe, New Mexico, as she’d peered out the window of her cubicle at the Allstate Insurance Company, arguing with yet another injured insured who’d managed to amass an astounding $9,827 worth of chiropractic bills from an accident that had caused a mere $127 in damage to his rear bumper, the idea of being in Scotland — or anywhere else, for that matter — had been irresistible.

So she’d let a travel agent convince her that a fourteen-day tour through the romantic Highlands and Lowlands of Scotland was just what she needed, at the bargain price of $999. The price was acceptable; the mere thought of doing something so impulsive was terrifying, and precisely what she needed to shake up her life.

She should have known that fourteen days in Scotland for a thousand dollars had to be a senior citizens’ bus tour. But she’d been so frantic to escape the drudgery and emptiness of her life that she’d only cursorily glanced through the itinerary and not given her possible traveling companions a second thought.

Thirty-eight senior citizens, ranging in age from sixty-two to eighty-nine, chatted, laughed, and embraced each new village/pub/bowel movement with boundless enthusiasm, and she knew that when they returned home they would play cards and regale their elderly and envious friends with endless anecdotes. She wondered what stories they would tell about the twenty-five-year-old virgin who had traveled with them. Prickly as a porcupine? Stupid enough to try to give up smoking while taking the first real vacation in her life and simultaneously trying to divest herself of her virginity?

She sighed. The seniors really were sweet, but sweet wasn’t what she was looking for.

She was looking for passionate, heart-pounding sex.

Sex that was down and dirty, wild and sweaty and hot.

Lately she ached for something she couldn’t even put a name to, something that made her restless and anxious when she watched 10th Kingdom or her favorite star-crossed lovers’ quest, Ladyhawke. Were she still alive, her mother, renowned physicist Dr. Elizabeth Cassidy, would assure her it was nothing more than a biological urge programmed into her genes.

Following in her mother’s footsteps, Gwen had majored in physics, then worked briefly as a research assistant at Triton Corp. while completing her Ph.D. (before her Great Fit of Rebellion had landed her at Allstate). Sometimes, when her head had been swimming with equations, she’d wondered if her mother wasn’t right, if all there was to life could be explained by genetic programming and science.

Popping a piece of gum in her mouth, Gwen stared out the window. She certainly wasn’t going to find her cherry picker on this bus. Nor had she entertained even a modicum of success in the prior villages. She had to do something soon, because if she didn’t, she would end up going back home no different than she’d arrived, and frankly that thought was more terrifying than the idea of seducing a man she hardly knew.

The bus lurched to a halt, pitching Gwen forward. She struck her mouth on the metal frame of the seat in front of her. She cast an irate glance at the rotund, bald bus driver, wondering how the old folks always seemed to anticipate the sudden stop, when she never could. Were they simply more cautious with their brittle bones? Strapped into the seats better? In cahoots with the ancient, portly driver? She dug in her backpack for her compact and, sure enough, her lower lip was swelling.

Well, maybe that will entice a man, she thought, poking it out a little more, as she dutifully followed Bert and Beatrice off the bus and into the sunny morning. Sucker lips: Didn’t men fixate on plump lips?

“I can’t, Bert,” she said, when the kindly man tucked her arm in his. “I need to be alone for a little while,” she added apologetically.

“Is your lip swollen again, dear?” Bert frowned. “Don’t you wear your seat belt? Are you sure you’re okay?”

Gwen ignored the first two questions. “I’m fine. I just want to go for a walk and gather my thoughts,” she said, trying not to notice that Beatrice was regarding her from beneath the wide brim of her hat with the unnerving intensity of a woman who had survived multiple daughters.

Sure enough, Beatrice pushed Bert toward the front steps of the inn. “You go on, Bertie,” she told her new husband. “We girls need to chat a moment.”

While her husband disappeared into the quaint, thatch-roofed inn, Beatrice guided Gwen to a stone bench and pulled her down beside her.

“There is a man for you, Gwen Cassidy,” Beatrice said.

Gwen’s eyes widened. “How do you know that’s what I’m looking for?”

Beatrice smiled, cornflower-blue eyes crinkling in her plump face. “You listen to Beatrice, dearie: Fling caution to the wind. If I were your age and looked like you, I’d be shaking my bom-bom everywhere I went.”

“Bom-bom?” Gwen’s eyebrows rose.

“Petunia, dear. Booty, behind,” Beatrice said with a wink. “Get out there and find a man of your own. Don’t let us spoil your trip, dragging you about. You don’t need old folks like us around. You need a strapping young man to sweep you off your feet. And keep you off them for a good long while,” she said meaningfully.

“But I can’t find a man, Beatrice.” Gwen blew out a frustrated breath. “I’ve been searching for my cherry picker for months now — ”

“Cherry ... Oh!” Beatrice’s round shoulders, swathed in pink wool and pearls, shook with laughter.

Gwen winced. “Oh, God, how embarrassing! I can’t believe I just said that. That’s just what I started calling him in my mind because I’m the oldest living ... er — ”

“Virgin,” Beatrice supplied helpfully, with another laugh.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Doesn’t a pretty young woman like you have a man back home?”

Gwen sighed. “In the past six months I’ve dated oodles of men....” She trailed off. After her prominent parents had been killed in a plane crash in March, returning from a conference in Hong Kong, she’d turned into a veritable dating machine. Her only relative, her grandfather on her father’s side, had Alzheimer’s and hadn’t recognized her in forever. Lately, Gwen felt like the last Mohican, wandering around, desperate for someplace to call home.

“And?” Beatrice prodded.

“And I’m not a virgin because I’m trying to be,” Gwen said grumpily. “I can’t find a man I want, and I’m beginning to think the problem is me. Maybe I expect too much. Maybe I’m holding out for something that doesn’t even exist.” She’d voiced her secret fear. Maybe grand passion was just a dream. With all the kissing she’d done in the past few months, she’d not once been overcome with desire. Her parents certainly hadn’t had any great passion between them. Come to think of it, she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen grand passion outside of a movie theater or a book.

“Oh, dearie, don’t think that!” Beatrice exclaimed. “You’re too young and lovely to give up hope. You never know when Mr. Right may walk in. Just look at me,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh. “Over-the-hill, overweight, in a dwindling market of men, I’d resigned myself to being a widow. I’d been alone for years, then one sunny morning my Bertie waltzed into the little diner on Elm Street where the girls and I breakfast every Thursday, and I fell for him harder than the fat lady at the circus takes a tumble. Dreamy as a young girl again, fussing with my hair and” — she blushed — “I even bought a few things at Victoria’s Secret.” She lowered her voice and winked. “You know you’ve got hanky-panky on your mind when perfectly respectable white bras and panties suddenly won’t do anymore, and you find yourself buying pink ones, lilac ones, lime green and the like.”

Gwen cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably, wondering if her lilac bra showed through her white tank top. But Beatrice was oblivious, chatting away.

“And I’ll tell you, Bertie certainly wasn’t what I thought I wanted in a man. I’d always thought I liked simple, honest, hardworking men. I never thought I’d get involved with a dangerous man like my Bertie,” she confided. Her smile turned tender, dreamy. “He was with the CIA for thirty years before he retired. You should hear some of his stories. Thrilling, positively thrilling.”

Gwen gaped. “Bertie was CIA?” Rainbow Bertie?

“You can’t judge the contents of the package by the wrapper, dearie,” Beatrice said, patting her cheek. “And one more piece of advice: Don’t be in too much of a rush to give it away, Gwen. Find a man who is worthy. Find a man you want to talk with into the wee hours, a man you can argue with when necessary, and a man who makes you sizzle when he touches you.”

“Sizzle?” Gwen repeated doubtfully.

“Trust me. When it’s right, you’ll know,” Beatrice said, beaming. “You’ll feel it. You won’t be able to walk away from it.” Satisfied that she’d said her piece, Beatrice planted a pink-lipsticked kiss on Gwen’s cheek, then rose, smoothing her sweater over her hips, before disappearing into the gaily painted inn. Gwen watched her retreat in thoughtful silence.

Beatrice Hardy, age sixty-nine and a good fifty pounds overweight, walked with confidence. Glided with the grace of a woman half her size, swayed her ample bottom and serenely displayed her cleavage.

In fact, she walked like she was beautiful.

Worthy. Hmph!

At this point, Gwen Cassidy would settle for a man who didn’t require a stiff dose of Viagra.

Gwen paused to rest atop the small mountain of rocks she’d climbed. After discovering she couldn’t check into her room at the inn until after four o’clock, and firm in her resolve to not march into the nearest shop and buy a pack of that-word-she-wasn’t-saying-anymore, she’d grabbed her backpack and an apple and trotted off into the hills for an introspective hike. The hills above Loch Ness were dotted with outcroppings of stone, and the group of rocks upon which she stood extended for nearly half a mile, rising in breakneck hills and falling in jagged ravines. It had been a tough climb, but she’d relished the exercise after being cooped up in the stale air of the bus for so long.

There was no denying that Scotland was lovely. She’d tromped gingerly through patches of hawthorn, skirted prickly thistles, paused to admire a rowan tree’s bright red berries, and kicked about a few spiky green horse chestnuts that heralded autumn with their tumble to the ground. She’d stood long moments admiring a field of cross-leaved heath that ascended and blended with a hillside of purple-pink heather. She and a dainty red deer had spooked each other as she’d passed through the woodland clearing in which it grazed.

Peace had settled over her, the higher she’d hiked into the lush meadows and rocky hills. Far beneath her, Loch Ness stretched twenty-four miles long, over a mile wide, and, in places, a thousand feet deep, or so said the brochure that she’d read on the bus, highlighting the fact that the loch never froze in the winter because of its peaty, slightly acid content. The loch was a huge silvery mirror shimmering beneath the cloudless sky. The sun, nearly at its zenith, marked the approaching noon hour and felt delicious on her skin. The weather had been unusually warm for the past few days and she planned to take advantage of it.

She flopped down on a flat rock and stretched out, soaking up the sunshine. Her group was scheduled to remain in the village until seven-thirty the following morning, so she had ample time to relax and enjoy nature before reboarding the tour bus from hell. Although she’d never meet an eligible prospect up here in the foothills, at least there were no phones ringing, with irate insureds on the other end, and no senior citizens casting nosy glances her way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2012

    WOW !!!!!

    HANDS DOWN BEST BOOK IVE READ ALL YEAR !!! and thats saying something since its september and i read ALOT ! wow this book really got to me had me crying like a baby but also laighing and giggling and blushing ;) ! Its a must read book and also series all around 5 STARS!!!!!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Exciting time travel romance

    In 1518 in the Scottish Highlands, Besseta Alexander warns her son Nevin that the Laird Drustin Mackelter is a danger to him. Nevin knows that his mother is not the ¿sharpest blade in the armory¿, and worries more about the impact of her pagan practices on his efforts to set up a ministry in town. Fully believing in her prediction and promising Nevin not to kill the Laird, but unable to allow Drustin to harm her son, Besseta arranges with Gypsies to place Drustin in an unnatural sleep till sunlight and human blood touches him. <P>Five centuries later, a bored American, Gwen Cassidy, comes to Scotland in hope of some romantic adventure. She falls into a cave where she awakens the sleeping Laird. Though shocked by her attitude and appearance, Drustin is more stunned by the ruins of his home. Feeling an obsession that his clan needs him in the sixteenth century, Drustin coaxes Gwen to join him on an adventure of a lifetime that includes time travel, love, and treachery. <P> KISS OF THE HIGHLANDER is an exciting time travel romance that takes readers on quite an action packed tale. The reactions of the lead characters to the respective other person¿s era is precious and on the mark. The story line is loaded with twists and turns, cleverly handles the time paradox issue, and still provides a strong romance that proves once again that Karen Marie Moning in her fourth outing has written a winning novel. <P>Harriet Klausner

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2013

    Spellbinding!

    This story was told well, just outstanding!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2012

    Kpearman

    I just could not put this book down . I laughted and I cryed it is one of the best books i have purchased , I hope Karen keeps writing, cant wait to readbook #5

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 5, 2012

    Have you ever wondered what it feels like to fall in love with a

    Have you ever wondered what it feels like to fall in love with a perfect Scottish laird? No? How about an almost perfect Scottish laird with a huge dark secret? A secret so ludicrous you can actually puncture your lung?

    This book is definitely a work of art. Every word is deliberately placed just enough to keep your imagination going. After my first read, I thought the author crafty, because I never did see it coming. And after another read, I thought her cunning but clever. I found many new hidden &ldquo;clues&rdquo;, if you can call them that. You would have to be a careful and thorough reader to catch everything on your first go.

    I am an avid reader and fancy myself familiar with so many fantasy theories, but this author has got to be second to none. Her fantasy is full-proof, no loopholes and is parallel to our reality. Who knows, our reality might collide someday.

    Unarguably a very smooth read, I find myself agreeing sub-consciously with the actions of the heroine, especially near the ending, where my heart actually skipped a few times. Upon reaching the end, I knew it was merely the beginning of another chapter.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 3, 2012

    Definate must read!

    This was the best one yet of the series. Couldnt put it down. Love the characters and how the store continues for the characters in the previous book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2014

    Best so far

    I think this story was the best in the series even thogh the whole series is amazing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2014

    Good story

    (302 pgs) A magical, funny and romantic Highland story. There was a little time travel involved. However, the ending was not so good. It ended so abruptly.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2014

    Fun!

    I am typically a hard to please reader, so when I bought this, I was skeptical -- having never read this author before, I wasn't expecting to get into it much. I love the romance genre, but all too often, the characters are flat, the plot is eye-rollingly ridiculous. It's wonderful to stumble across a keeper, and this one is definitely a keeper. The characters are well developed, and even though the time travel element requires suspension of the reader's rational thought, the author manages so well in making it believable. The romance is sweet, the sex scenes are steamy, and the ending is a lovely resolution. I hope and pray her other books come close to this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2014

    Buy it.

    If you like a good entertaining very steamy romance where the women are not dumb and the men are MEN this is your book.

    Very entertaining story with cool interesting history. l totally loved it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2013

    Time travel romance.....

    This is a total guilty pleasure novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2013

    Karen Moning does it again... great

    Once again the book is to hard to put down once you start to read it. Each book gets better and better.

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  • Posted March 22, 2013

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    Fantastic!!

    Karen Marie Moning makes characters you just love and Drustan and Gwen are great!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2013

    More than 5 stars!!!!!!

    This is the best book of the series! I am so in love with both main characters and their love story. So emotional, ups and downs, i had tears once or twice. Beautiful :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2013

    Stop everything you are doing and buy this book!!!!!

    I was skepical at first too but once i got started i couldnt believe that i was actually reading a book this good! I normally dont write reviews let alone rate them a five but this had to be without a doubt the best highlander book i have ever read.it was such a wonderful and deep, meaningful romance with suspense and it left me near happy tears at the end.enough said. Suffice it to say, YOU HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2013

    Book

    Great read, enjoyable and lovable characters

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2013

    Great read!

    Great read!

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  • Posted January 29, 2013

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    Loved it, just when I think the books can't get any better they

    Loved it, just when I think the books can't get any better they do (wish I could give it 6 stars!) Love Drustan, and his entire family. I think I could read a whole series on the adventures of that family and never be bored! Absolutely great.

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  • Posted January 27, 2013

    I love books that play on your emotions and this one delivered!

    I love books that play on your emotions and this one delivered! I laughed, I cried, I got hot under the collar! Loved it!!!

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