The dawning of desire
1806, Scotland. Wild, reckless Callum MacCreath is in no hurry to become someone’s husband. But when his responsible, steady older brother Ian announces his engagement to their childhood friend Rebecca, Callum makes a startling discovery: he wants the lovely young lass for himself. But it’s too late, and when Ian banishes him for his duplicity, Callum is only too happy to leave Scotland forever.
…is delicious and dangerous
1816: Marrying Ian was the practical, logical thing for Becca to do. But once Callum sailed away to America, she missed his rakish charm and lust for life. Now Becca is a widow when a much-changed Callum returns to his Scottish homeland. Will he remember their spirited, fiery connection or does he blame her for his brother’s unexpected death? This time neither of them can deny their scorching attraction. But will their hearts be burned in the blazing heat of scandal?
“It’s time to fall in love with Suzanne Enoch.” —Lisa Kleypas
“Steamy and bubbling with humor, a scrumptious tale to begin her No Ordinary Hero series.” —Booklist (starred review) on Hero in the Highlands
About the Author
Suzanne Enoch grew up in Southern California, where she still balances her love for the Regency romances of Georgette Heyer and classic romantic comedies with her obsession for anything Star Wars. Given her love of food and comfy chairs, she may in fact be a Hobbit. She has written more than 35 romance novels, including traditional Regencies, Historical Romance, and contemporary Romantic Suspense. When she isn't working on her next book she is trying to learn to cook, and wishes she had an English accent. She is the bestselling author of The Scandalous Brides series, The Scandalous Highlanders series, and One Hot Scot.
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The bushes on the far side of the ravine rustled again. Sinking lower into his crouch, Callum MacCreath slowly unslung the rifle from his shoulder. A light breeze touched his face, moving his scent behind him, away from the steep, crumbling bank. Readying the rifle, he put his fingers to his mouth and gave a low, two-toned whistle.
A heartbeat later a huge, bristle-backed gray boar ripped out of the tangle of vines and deadfall, squealing as it plunged down the steep wall and into the shallow creek at the bottom. The large, jet-black figure behind it stayed right on the boar's heels, growling and nipping at the pig's backside.
The boar scrambled up the near side of the ravine, screeching as it caught sight of Callum, its mouth agape and impressive tusks dripping water and saliva as it charged. Ignoring the earsplitting noise, Callum lifted the rifle, narrowed one eye, and squeezed the trigger. The boar pitched forward onto its tusks and rolled to a stop in a cloud of dirt. Then it began sliding back down the slope behind it. A second later it splashed into the shallow creek.
The black wolf, though, skidded to a halt on the near bank and followed the pig's descent with unblinking yellow eyes. Then it turned, licked its jowls, and gazed at Callum as he stood upright.
"Ye could go fetch it for me," he commented, propping the rifle against the bear-clawed trunk of the nearest blue ash.
When in response to that the wolf only sank onto her haunches, he brushed the tips of his fingers across the coarse jet fur running down her spine, then hopped down to the creek bed himself. Crouching again, he pulled the knife from his boot and swiftly dressed the boar before he rinsed his hands and the blade in the slow-moving trickle of water. Even without its guts the beast likely weighed close to a hundred fifty pounds, but then the big bastard had been eating things that didn't belong to it.
With a grunt he hefted the animal across his shoulders and straightened, using a small dogwood to haul himself back up the side of the ravine. Retrieving his rifle, he set off north through the forested tangle until he reached the ridge beyond and its slightly easier terrain.
Twenty minutes later the wolf appeared at his side. From the red of her muzzle she'd detoured to enjoy the boar innards he'd left behind. The top of her head just reached his hip, her long legs with the large padded paws easily matching his pace over the uneven ground, black death on four feet.
"I reckon ye ken I like a challenge, Waya," he noted, angling toward the rising sun as the trees began to thin around them, "but next time ye might look for a boar that doesnae weigh near twice what ye do."
With a low whumph Waya sped into a smooth trot, entering the large clearing ahead of him. A dozen wood-and-stone buildings stood scattered in a loose circle surrounded by a twenty-foot-tall split-rail wall. Inside, amid the clatter and thump of industry, a half-dozen workers left a pile of boards and approached him.
"That's the boar what's been tearing into the silo?" one of them asked, giving the wolf a wide berth.
"Waya thought so," Callum returned, handing the animal over to a pair of lads from the cookhouse, who half dragged the beast indoors. "One of them, anyway. We tracked him for three miles, but he didnae go visiting any of his smaller pig friends. He's dinner now, regardless."
"Aye, Mr. MacCreath, and thank the devil for that. At least the smaller ones dunnae eat as much."
"Callum," Rory Boyd called, trotting up to him. "Young Geoffrey Winter came up here before dawn with word from his da' that the damned Thomas boys are making offers for the rye crop all up and down the river."
Callum shrugged. "We pay better, Rory. Always have, always will."
"Aye, but we dunnae suggest what a dangerous territory Kentucky is or mention how easy it is for folks' cabins to catch fire," the shorter man returned. "That's some good incentive there."
"I'll nae have that." With a scowl, Callum whistled Waya to his side, and she trotted back down the outside stairs leading from the second-floor rooms they shared. "Send MacDougall and the twins down with a reminder to the Thomas lads that they're the third set of Irish lunatics to try to take my business, and that if they dunnae move downriver by June they'll find me a bit annoyed."
Boyd grinned. "That should do. The last time ye were a bit annoyed with a lad, he ended with a broken jaw and passage back to Bristol."
"He should've known better than to try passing his whisky off as mine. How's Arnold dealing with the new lads?"
"Och, ye ken how gentle Arnold is. Even with that broken wing of his he's still working them down to scarecrows. That was after he had to swear to them that ye're nae some witch or a demon, of course."
That was nothing new. Aside from his hard-earned reputation for directness, he supposed it was that like most male MacCreaths he boasted a green left eye and a blue right eye. Ian had the same oddity, as had their father. Not so long ago several of his ancestors had been burned as both witches and demons because of precisely that peculiarity. These days, though, lasses seemed to find his two-colored eyes attractive, thank Lucifer. He much preferred a roll in the bedsheets to a stake-burning. As far as his men were concerned, if they thought him a bit of a demon, and if that ensured their loyalty, he'd no objection. "If a man's scared to work for me, he's nae a man I want working for me."
"They're still here." Boyd cleared his throat. "Young Winter also brought up the mail from town. Ye've another letter."
He would have preferred to continue debating whether or not he was a devil. At least the letters came less frequently these days. "Put it with the others," he said dismissively, heading for the large, canopy-covered slab of flat earth they'd set aside for barrel making.
"I ken ye dunnae wish to read them, Callum," Boyd said, lowering his voice as he hurried his shorter stride to catch up, "but burning them's a bit permanent, aye?"
"Aye. That being the point. Have the new mules and wagons made it up here yet?"
"Deveraux says by the end of the week. But about the let —"
"That's what comes of trusting a Frenchman," Callum interrupted. He could practically feel the disapproval coming off his foreman, and with a scowl he slowed. "The letter's from Scotland, aye?"
"Aye. Aye, it is."
"Is it from Crosby and Hallifax?" he asked, naming the firm that managed his business on the far side of the Atlantic.
"Nae. It's from a Mr. B —"
"If it's nae business, my business, I've nae use for it," Callum broke in again, annoyed that he'd actually rushed his response to keep from hearing the name. But anyone in the whisky business knew to contact the Kentucky Hills distillery through Crosby and Hallifax. And anyone from Scotland who wished to contact him, personally, could go to the devil. "Burn it, Rory."
The foreman sighed. "As ye wish, Mr. MacCreath."
"I'll lend a hand with Arnold," Callum decided. "We'll need another dozen barrels by Wednesday." Anything to keep his thoughts away from the letters that had begun arriving about four years ago and what they contained, as if he had any desire to know that Ian MacCreath and Rebecca Sanderson-MacCreath had a basket of bairns and their ludicrous business with Dunncraigh had netted them all the money in the Highlands. That wasn't his life, and they weren't his family. They'd made that damned clear, and if they deigned to offer him some sort of forgiveness, well, he fucking well didn't want it. And if they'd written to send him more insults, he didn't want those, either.
"Aye," Rory said, obviously not reading his thoughts. "I can smell how nicely she's coming along."
Ah, the whisky. Callum could smell it, too. Corn and rye, boiled down for three days before it was combined with wheat and buckwheat mash in just the right proportion — the scent reminded him of Scotland at the oddest of times, even more so than the mix of fading Highlands and Lowlands accents of most of his men. The air at the moment smelled more like a bakery than a distillery, but after three or five or seven years, depending on the size of the barrels and the maturity of the brew, it would be some of the finest whisky in the world.
He glanced toward the large barnlike building at the center of the clearing. Hell, some of the barrels had been lying there in the dark for nearly eight years now, and he would leave them for another three or four. For the rest, though, smaller barrels meant less time to mature, which meant faster turnaround times, faster profits, and faster growth for the place he'd named Kentucky Hills. His place.
While initially he'd begun the venture mainly because it required sweat and muscle, with the bonus that it allowed him to move as far from civilization as he could get, he did appreciate the irony of it, as well. Whisky and its pursuit had ruined his life that night, so it seemed only fitting that he use it now to make himself a living. A very good living. The reputation Kentucky Hills had earned along the way for a fine, smooth brew with a unique taste had been unexpected but welcome byproducts, as was the reputation he'd earned for being a man with whom others did not trifle.
As for the Highlands, he'd relegated it to a faraway place where he'd once lived for a time. The sooner it faded completely from his memory, the better. All he needed to remember about the damned Highlands was that folk there liked their whisky.
Shaking himself, he stooped beneath a roof of canvas to enter what they'd deemed the barrel room. A wiry, white-haired imp of unknown age stalked among the uncured casks spaced out on the dirt, muttering to himself as he made certain they stood round and open at the bottoms like Indian teepees. Firewood lay stacked on the ground at the center of each unfinished barrel, while two younger men fitted iron ribs around another group that were already being fired.
"Arnold," he said, handing his rifle off to Boyd, "I hear we'll have more whisky than barrels to hold it, come Wednesday."
The imp's face went scarlet, his good arm flapping. If the other hadn't been in a sling, he likely would have lifted into the air to join the flock of ducks heading north toward the south fork of Red River. "Ye gave me but two new lads, MacCreath, both scrawny as scarecrows. Ye cannae expect miracles when ye give me shite."
"If ye'll stop yer bellyaching," Callum replied, shedding his bloodstained hunting coat, "I figure I'll lend ye my two hands."
Waya snorted at one of the fires, then padded off in the direction of the cookhouse — no doubt in hope of handouts. Callum, though, rolled up his shirtsleeves and began dragging the remainder of the barrel frames into place for firing and sealing.
Arnold stepped back, lifting an eyebrow. "Ye ken most of us need some assistance to do that," he observed.
"He's a damned demon," one of the striplings muttered, though Callum pretended not to hear.
The barrelmaker didn't pretend any such thing. "A devil? Nae. What yer employer is, lads, is a bloody grizzly bear. Dunnae expect me to coddle ye."
Chuckling, Callum heaved over another half-finished barrel. "Dunnae be so hard on 'em, Arnold. We cannae all be as big as mountains or as handsome as the devil."
The cooper guffawed, slapping a knee with his good hand. "Ye hear that, lads? I can give ye work to make ye stronger, but ye'll have to curse yer mamas for yer looks."
Still grinning, Callum gathered up an armload of cedar logs. A few years ago he wouldn't have been able to heave the barrels alone. But a few inches of height, together with some well-honed muscles and the anger which drove him to use them, had turned him from a stupid drunken pup into a man other men favored with a healthy respect. And that suited him exceedingly well.
"Mr. MacKenzie," the other lad said, grunting as the two of them hammered another iron rib into place, "if we finish these barrels today, will ye finally tell me who can read me the letter from my ma? I reckon she had Father Michael write it out for her, because the father's the only man in Carach-duan who can read or write, but —"
"That's enough, lad," Arnold snapped, sending Callum a grim look. "I'll read it to ye myself tonight, if ye'll stop yammering about it." The old man straightened. "He doesnae ken the rules here yet, MacCreath."
Callum narrowed an eye as he looked at the two lads all over again. Neither of them looked even as old as he'd been when he'd fled Scotland. At least one of them had attachments back home, which meant the boy had come here searching for a better life rather than simply escaping from something unpleasant. He preferred when men came looking for a new start, a clean break from whatever former misery their lives had been.
Even so, he hadn't made it a rule that no one was allowed to speak about family or friends back in the Highlands. He'd merely requested — on several occasions — that they do their reminiscing and letter-reading out of his presence. "It's more a guideline," he said, as he returned to stacking wood for charring the inside of the barrels. "But aye, ye've work to do. Without these barrels, by Wednesday we'll risk fouling the balance of the whisky before it even has time to settle."
The chatty lad — Rob or Raymond, as he recalled — bobbed his head. "I ken, Mr. MacCreath. It willnae happen again."
Once they'd finished overturning the half-finished casks, Arnold began stuffing pine needles and old newspapers into the bases of the wood piles, then lit them one by one. With two remaining though, he paused, looking down at the worn, torn newspaper page in his good hand. He looked at it for a good minute, in fact, his expression as frozen as the rest of him.
"Arnold MacKenzie," Callum commented, grabbing a handful of tinder to prime the next fire over, "if ye're nae dead, ye might consider blinking."
The old cooper did blink, looking up to stare at Callum with an expression of ... dread? "Lads," he said, "go get someaught to eat."
"We cannae leave the barrels untended," Rob or Raymond countered.
"I've been seeing to charring casks since before ye da' was a twinkle in yer seanair's eye," Arnold retorted. "Now git with ye!" The entire time he spoke, his gaze remained on his employer.
An uneasy shiver went down Callum's spine. Arnold MacKenzie had all the grace and subtlety of a newborn moose, and something clearly troubled him. Newspapers, news, never brought an ounce of good. That was why he hadn't read one in ten years. He glanced at the lads running off to the kitchen, wishing for a moment he could join them.
It had been a very long time since he'd run from anything, however. "What's got yer tongue tied, then?" Callum asked brusquely. "We've work to do."
"I, uh ... I happened to glance doon here, and I might've — I think I did, that is — spy the word 'Geiry.'"
"And I should never have told ye or Rory a thing about it," Callum retorted. "Throw it in the fire. We've casks to ready." If his ... If Ian MacCreath and his lovely wife had ten strapping bairns and had donated funds for a statue or a library or something, he didn't want to know about it.
Arnold rocked from one foot to the other, but kept the paper clenched in his one good ash-stained hand. "I cannae toss it away, lad," he finally said. "It's but a few words left here. I can read it to ye or ye can read it for yerself, but ye need to know what it says."
The cold settled deeper, pinching at his lungs. "Tell me, then," he snapped. "And make it quick. I'm beginning to find ye annoying."
The old man looked down at the paper again. "Aye," he said, lowering his voice still further, and cleared his throat. "This paper's from New York, dated last December, though I cannae make oot the precise date. It's —"
"I dunnae care where or when it's from," Callum interrupted. "What does the fucking thing say?"
"It's a headline. Part of one, anyway. '— rd Geiry, Drowned in Loch Brenan, Mourned b ...,'" the cooper read, sounding out the letters of the partial words as he went. "And there're two words below I can make oot —'accident' and either 'weather' or 'heather.'" He took a breath. "Lad, I'm sorr —"
"Stop," Callum interrupted. Sound roared around him, filling his abruptly hollow chest. Men talking, thering and snap of chopping wood, birds, the wind in the trees up the hillside. He wanted to cover his ears, but his limbs had frozen. And through it all, one thought pierced him, cold as winter, and sharp as a knife.
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A Devil in Scotland is the third book in series of standalones, but now I want to go back and read the first two...and probably a few more of Suzanne Enoch's books. This is a second chance romance of sorts. Callum and Rebecca had been childhood friend ten years earlier, but they didn't develop a further relationship despite both of them having thoughts of it. Then Rebecca marries Callum's brother Ian, and Callum leaves Scotland. I had reservations about the whole brother's widow scenario, but it was well done. Neither Callum or Rebecca were ready for each other ten years prior, but due to their individual situations and life events each matured into the other's perfect complement. And let's not forget about Mags. She was wonderful! I'm looking forward to reading more from this author. ***I voluntarily read and reviewed an Advance Reader Copy provided by NetGalley.***
Banished from Scotland by his brother Ian, Callum MacCreath went to America and founded a successful distillery. He returns to Scotland ten years later after he learns of his brother’s death. When Ian’s widow Rebecca tells Callum that Ian drowned, he knows it was no accident as Ian was an excellent swimmer. Callum and Rebecca seek to find proof against the evil Duke of Dunncraigh. The Duke was partner with Ian and Rebecca’s father in a shipping company and he wants total control. Ten years have not lessened Callum’s desire for Rebecca and she finds he is not the irresponsible boy he once was. He is all man and he wants her.
Callum is definitely not your Ordinary Hero. As a young man, he only realizes he's in love with his childhood friend Becca when she agrees to marry his older brother. Cue dramatics... she sends him away with the truth that he's an irresponsible drunkard. 10 years later he's come home from Kentucky, where he's amassed a dynasty of Kentucky whiskey, upon news of the unnatural death of his brother. Callum and Becca have some great interactions but it was a struggle to get through the first part. My interested did pick up though when they met again. Suzanne does Hilanders heroes really well and this one is no different. I enjoyed the story and cheered when the villain got his due.
Love everything she's done!
After he finds out his too responsible older brother is marrying their childhood friend, Callum flies off in a drunken fit of rage and is banished. Ten years later, he finds himself back in Scotland to find out what happened to his brother. This story had a pretty good plot and some interesting characters. My only real issue is that I’m not the biggest Callum fan. He’s pretty rash and impulsive, which got on my nerves. Overall it didn’t really deter from the book though. I recommend. **I voluntarily read and reviewed this book
I did not find the characters or the plot as engaging and I did not like it even half as much. It is worth a read, but don't expect a home run!
The dawning of desire... 1806, Scotland: Wild, reckless Callum MacCreath is in no hurry to become someone’s husband. But when his responsible, steady older brother Ian announces his engagement to their childhood friend Rebecca, Callum makes a startling discovery: he wants the lovely young lass for himself. But it’s too late, and when Ian banishes him for his duplicity, he’s only too happy to leave Scotland forever… ...is delicious and dangerous. 1816: Marrying Ian was the practical, logical thing for Becca to do. But once Callum sailed away to America, she missed his rakish charm and lust for life. Now, ten years later, Becca is a widow when a much-changed Callum returns to his Scottish homeland. Will he remember their spirited, fiery connection, or does he blame her for his brother’s unexpected death? This time neither of them can deny their scorching attraction, but will their hearts be burned in the blazing heat of scandal? Review: I can say this was my first book by this Author, but it will not be the last. In this story Callum, the reckless rake is transformed into a reformed man. I really liked the story, it was exciting, heart-felt and fun to read. I thought the Author did a good job of writing an interesting story. I liked that Callum went to the wilds of Kentucky and made something for himself. He becomes such a stand-up guy. Then when he comes back and tries to take care of and protect Becca and her daughter made me like him even more. I loved that Callum and Becca have a shared past, it adds to them as a couple and made me root for them. A very entertaining read. 4Stars *I voluntarily read an advance reader copy of this book provided by the publisher.*
I really enjoyed reading A Devil in Scotland by Suzanne Enoch, book three in her No Ordinary Hero series. As a twenty-year old Callum, being the second son, had no responsibility so he lived recklessly by indulging in whiskey and women, and as presented was not very likeable. Becca, two years younger, grew up with Callum and his older brother Ian as playmates and best friends. She is already considering her future, wanting security and a family. Upon hearing that Becca is to marry his older brother’s marriage offer, Callum while upset, rashly proposes that she run away with him instead and insults everyone from his brother to their clan chief. Everything he says is overheard by his brother who furiously banishes him. Fast forward ten years and we find Callum a wiser if not cynical man who through hard work built an empire in America with a successful whiskey company. When Callum accidently learns from a scrap of newspaper that Ian had died in a tragic drowning accident, he knows that foul play must be involved and returns to Scotland intending to seek revenge for his brother. The adult Callum is more likeable and honorable. Upon his return with his pet wolf, Waya, he discovers he has a six-year old niece, Mags, who he feels very protective of and the clan chief’s son courting Becca. As Becca and Callum reconnect they find a strong and powerful chemistry between them. This powerful story contains humor with the antics of Mags, Waya the wolf, and the family Skye Terrier Reginald, known as Mop along with some steamy sex scenes. Becca and Callum need to trust the other as they work together in figuring out who killed Ian. I enjoyed reading this story. Ms. Enoch is an excellent storyteller, keeping me interested in this story so that I had trouble putting it down. I recommend this outstanding book to other readers. I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book.
Extraordinary! Suzanne Enoch’s detailed descriptive narrative places the reader firmly in 1800’s Scotland. I felt as if I was surrounded by the sights, sounds and character of Inverness. I struggled to put it down because I just couldn’t wait to see what happened next. Rebecca Sanderson and Callum had been friends for ten years when his older brother, Ian Lord Geiry became engaged to Rebecca to forge a deal in the shipping business with her father, leasing the docks from Dunncraigh, the head of Clan Maxwell. Drunk and upset about this turn of events Callum quickly crosses a line and is banished from the Geiry house forever. Ten years later when Callum hears of the death of his brother, he returns to the Geiry estate as the Lord, and as quite a different person altogether. Rich and powerful with a Wolf by his side he is ready to prove that his brother’s death was not an accident. Becca is outraged when Callum threatens to take her daughter away from her as well as not allowing her suitor the Dunncraig’s son and heir, in the House. Loved the interaction between Callum his niece Maggie as well as Waya the wolf. But as Becca and Callum tangle with each other, intense feelings of attraction are hard to resist. But as danger rears it’s ugly head, is anyone safe? How does it all end? You will need to read to find out. This second chance historical romance was intense, filled with angst, intrigue, suspense, betrayal and Love. Excellent characters. Everything is just so well thought out and detailed. I loved the build and pace. It was just so exciting as well as heartwarmingly romantic with the perfect amount of heat. I Loved Rebecca and Callum’s story. And so will you! I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
A Devil in Scotland is an exciting and passionate story of love, revenge and second chances. Callum left his homeland rejected and angry. He came to America and became a man of independent means. I liked his strength and determination, but I was sad to see that bitterness replaced love in his heart. He's a hard man. When he learns that his brother is dead he returns home. He wants revenge. I liked his loyalty. I chuckled as Callum and his wolf arrived in Scotland. His enemies were not prepared for this Alpha hero. Rebecca, his brother's widow, fainted when she saw him. Callum had been her friend and she cared for him. Now he distrusts her. Did she help kill his brother? I loved how his six year old niece stole his heart and that of his wolf. I couldn't stop reading. I needed to find out how Rebecca and Callum would get their second chance. Their attraction was powerful. Their relationship sizzled as did their dialogue, but the head of clan Maxwell wants them dead. Can they get justice for the dead? Suzanne Enoch kept me on the edge of my seat. The action and the romance are non stop. I received a copy of this book which I voluntarily read and reviewed. My comments are my honest opinion.
This one was so full of adventure and plot. The characters had such a back story and obstacles ahead of them that I was 80% done with the book and thinking there was no way I was more then 50% done. It could have gone on for so much more but loved every second of it. It was entertaining, complex, passionate, and down right good. Callum had a lot of resentment to overcome before he could trust Becca again. Ten years is a long time to hold a grudge and think the worst of someone. She has buried a husband and a father and is looking to marry a man she has been friends with for ten years through his partnership with her late husband. What she doesn’t expect, or want, is Callum, her brother in law, to storm back into her life and accuse her of having something to do with his brother's death and spouting notions of vengeance against a man who has been nothing but kind to her during the past 14 months. He is so sure of his suspicions and she can’t help remember a time when they had been friends though he broke her heart 10 years ago, that he draws her back in, in spite of herself. They didn’t come together ten years ago but now as they hunt for proof of murder conspiracies they can’t help but finally see in each other their other half. Their story was great, loved it and will have to go back and read book 1 and 2.
This story set in the Highlands of Scotland is both a story of second chances at love as well as one of personal redemption. I enjoyed the tale and found it to be an easy read. I received an arc for my honest opinion.
The last book in A No Ordinary Hero novel entitled A Devil in Scotland, penned by Suzanne Enoch, and published under the St. Martin’s Press imprint. Bring us the story of Callum MacCreath who in 1806 tries to stop the marriage of his childhood Rebecca to his older brother. With one misstep, Ian banishes him, by then Callum was happy to leave Scotland forever. But before he left he left a warning to his brother that to keep his enemy close. Now in 1816, Callum learns that his brother regarded his warning a little too late. Now Callum finds himself back in Scotland to keep his promise to his brother and the leader of the Maxwell clan who Callum knows murdered his brother. Sparks again fly when Callum reunites with Rebecca. And with his return, he must keep not only Rebecca safe but his brother daughter as well. I read one other title in this series, besides this one, and didn’t enjoy it the novel as much as I did A Devil in Scotland. A Devil in Scotland lied more heavenly on the drama which I really enjoy when it comes to Historical Romance. With a well-developed plot and enjoyable characters. A Devil in Scotland is one novel you should add to your reading shelf.
A Devil In Scotland is a thrilling historical romance by Suzanne Enoch. Ms. Enoch has provided us with a well-written book loaded with amazing, lovable characters...and animals. Becca is marrying Ian, the brother of her best friend Callum. Callum throws a fit and is sent away and stays away until he learns of his brother's death. Becca and Callum's story is full of intrigue, suspense, action and sizzle. This is one historical romance you won't want to miss. I loved reading A Devil In Scotland and look forward to reading more from Suzanne Enoch in the future. A Devil In Scotland is book 3 of the No Ordinary Hero Series but can easily be read as a standalone. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger. I voluntarily read an Advance Reader Copy of this book that I received from NetGalley.
Scotland 1806. Callum MacCreath and Rebecca Sanderson were childhood friends. She decides to marry his older, more stable brother. A disowned Callum runs off to Kentucky and makes his fortune distilling whiskey. Ten years later, the brother is dead and Rebecca is a widow with a daughter. Her father is also deceased leaving Rebecca with a sizeable inheritance. Callum returns as a successful businessman to investigate his brother’s death. Callum thinks Rebecca may have been involved in his brother’s demise. He becomes attached to his niece and eventually he and Rebecca hook up. They discover who was behind all the deaths and Callum becomes he clan chief. There is also a giant wolf masquerading as a dog. 2 (goodreads) stars (it was OK).
I really enjoyed Callum and Becca's story! Best friends growing up, Callum and Becca had a special bond, but Callum wasn't marriage material when he finally got around to asking for Becca's hand (plus she was already promised to someone else). Fast forward 10 yrs and Callum has grown up and is a different man. He is determined to find out who murdered his brother even if it is his childhood friend. He doesn't count on being so attracted to the woman that scorned him all those years ago!! I'm excited to see what Enoch has in store for use next!
Received an ARC at no cost to author on behalf of netgalley. I love Suzanne Enoch, have practically read all of her books except for the Samantha Jellico ones, however this one was not my favorite by any means, I normally always with enjoy both the heroine and hero to her books, normally. Sometimes the hero or the heroine in her books can annoy you, just a little but I connect with them, I didn't get that with this one. From the beginning I didn't like Becca and she didn't grow on me, then we have Callum he was ok, that it is all I can give you about him, I think what I liked about him was his interaction with his niece, and I loved the wolf. Also when I read who the villain was I said "not again", he is in most of her Scottish books, but whatever it is what it is. If you have never read from Suzanne before I am going to recommend "Londons Perfect Scoundrel", loved it..she has many good series that you can not go wrong with, but this one was not for me, this is the third in this series.
I have read many of Suzanne Enoch's novels, and all have been 'keepers'. I love the way she brings everything in her stories to life, in such a way that is actually believable. I've yet to find a book she has written that I wouldn't read over and over again. While all of Ms. Enoch's books are exceptional, A Devil in Scotland really goes to the top of the list. This story has everything that I love most about the genre. All the characters are fully developed, believable, and yet full of surprises. As the plot turns and twists around, I found myself being drawn into the story deeper and deeper. I really enjoyed how the romance between Callum and Becca develops, and while this is definitely a romance novel, the story is about so much more than that. What a delightful and satisfying story!
A Devil In Scotland by Suzanne Enoch No Ordinary Hero #3 Rebecca “Becca” Sanderson made a choice in 1806 – a choice whether to marry the older MacCreath brother or his younger brother. With societies expectations, her father’s business to go to her eventual spouse and in need of stability she chose Ian rather than Callum in a scene that would haunt all three of them for years. Callum is banished and never reads a missive from Scotland again…which he might regret later on… Ten years later…Callum hears of his brother’s death and is off to Scotland to seek vengeance. He knows that his brother was murdered and wants all involved, no matter who they may be, to pay for it. He has turned his back on his drunken profligate ways and become a man of substance with a healthy whisky business based in Kentucky and distribution to a number of countries. When he arrives in Scotland he sets in motion the comeuppance of the evil person that has been the villain across this series. While Callum has grown in more ways than one Becca seems a bit more complacent having fallen into the expected role of a woman with status, wealthy titled husband and one child. She is looking forward to a future that will remain stable and secure and, in my mind, is a wee bit too accepting of all she is told and all she allows to happen – until Callum returns. Margaret (Maggie-Mags), Becca’s daughter, steals Callum’s heart from their first encounter and Callum’s wolf companion endears herself to Maggie immediately. With Becca to convince of her husband’s murder, evidence to find to prove said murder, a villain to thwart and banked embers of childhood love to fan the embers of this is an action-packed story that I truly enjoyed. I also appreciated that it seemed believable…I may not have agreed with Becca’s choices but I did understand them and I can see how Callum managed to grow up and become so much more than he was when he left home. I enjoyed the entire series and look forward to reading more books by this author in the future. Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press for the ARC – This is my honest review. 4-5 Stars
Looking for a dashing Scottish romance? Look no further than Suzanne Enoch's A Devil in Scotland! The third book in the No Ordinary Hero series is the perfect combination of romance and intrigue. When Callum MacCreath learns that his older brother, Ian, has died he returns to claim his estate and possibly his brother's widow. Rebecca Sanderson married Callum's brother because he provided safety where Callum was wild and immature. Returning to find his childhood friend is still in mourning for his brother and her father, Callum vows to make good on his promise from all those years ago. With his sidekick wolf, Waya, at his side Callum looks for proof that the Duke of Dunncraigh killed his brother. Callum is the very definition of an extraordinary hero. Away from Scotland he made a living in Kentucky and grew into a self-sufficient man that works with his hands. He causes a stir when he returns home, immediately going after his enemies and traipsing around town with a wolf by his side. I love that this character knows what he wants, but is willing to compromise for love. Rebecca, once cleared of suspicion, helps Callum protect their family and her assets. These two characters balance each other out and keep readers guessing at which way they'll go, towards or away from each other. Though Callum identifies his enemies from the start of the novel, the level of intrigue is still high. He strategizes and plots to take his revenge while avoiding the trickery of the Duke. It's exciting and just a tad suspenseful. Don't miss out on Suzanne Enoch's latest story. A Devil in Scotland is a lovely romance that draws you in and keeps you hanging on to every word! *ARC provided in consideration for review*
Author Suzanne Enoch has a real winner in this book, A Devil in Scotland. This story has so much going just right to make it a book the reader won't want to put down. There's love and passion, a lot of suspense and a wonderful Happily Ever After. I was thrilled with all these aspects of a well-plotted, well-developed storyline. I loved the main characters as well as the secondary characters and disliked the villains. Six year old Margaret and the wolf Waya added so much to the story. I wanted to be included in their pack. I voluntarily read an ARC provided by the publisher through NetGally for an honest review.
I love this story! It was about Callum who was kicked out of his childhood home by his brother Ian. He breaks all ties, especially since Ian is to marry a childhood friend, Rebecca, who Callum has feelings for. Years later he learns of Ian’s death and realizes he may have been murdered. He returns to Scotland to see what happened, and, most importantly, to make sure Rebecca had nothing to do with Ian’s death. Throw in a wolf, a terrier, and a cute little girl....I couldn’t put this book down.
An other awesome book by Suzanne Enoch! I have loved everything I’ve read by this author. In this book we have two people who grew up together and fell in love. They just never told each other. Then things changed, Callum lived the life of Riley, drinking and sleeping his way through the countryside, Rebecca matured and wanted security, marriage and a family. Ian, Callum's brother and Laird asks Rebecca to marry him and Callum realizes to late what he's about to loose and tries to late to fight for what he wants. Accusations, warnings, poor behavior and hurt feelings destroy a family. After ten years Callum returns for vengeance for Ian’s death. Callum is not the same man as the one that left and neither is Rebecca. They don’t trust each other but fight a growing attraction. As the suspicious prove to be true they must act together or loose everything that they hold dear. Margaret, Rebecca’s Daughter is a bright spot in this book and I guarantee you will fall in love her.
A sweeping tale that will take you through several years and many life changes. Callum MacCreath is really just a young reckless 20 year old that is in no hurry to get married. But his brother Ian beats him to it, announcing his marriage to Rebecca, their childhood friend. Becoming uncontrollably angry because he wants Becca for himself, Callum is banished due to his behavior and leaves not to be seen for many years. This is a story of second chances, of growing up and seeing the world as it really is for Callum. But as things go, Ian passing away and Rebecca ends up with assistance by friends the Duke of Dunncraigh and his son. After ten long years Callum returns to claim his inheritance after no correspondence from him for all those years. It is a rocky road for Becca and Callum, although there is an attraction that grows. This story was an intense tale that was well written and it showed the author's wonderful research of the time period. The characters become three dimensional and you want to grab and shake them. But in the end I really enjoyed the story and look forward to the next installment in this series.