LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD
Lachlan Sinclair cannot escape his accursed heritage in his Highlands homeland. Somewhat resigned to the fate that destroyed his ancestors, he is prepared to live his life without an heir, without a wife—without love. But when he meets the woman of his dreams in the flesh, the bewitching lass makes him want to throw away his cursed, restrained existence…and unleash the highlander within…
Lana Dounreay has only seen the Duke of Caithness in her dreams as a wild, rugged man, while in reality, his life has been cramped by curses and cravats. He may have forgone his kilt and lost his brogue, but Lana knows that the heart of a true Scotsman beats within his broad, muscular chest. But what plans does the mysterious, passionate Lachlan have in mind for her—and can she convince him that love is stronger than all else?
“You can’t go wrong with a Sabrina York story.”—Desiree Holt
About the Author
Sabrina York is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than twenty hot, humorous written works, including Hannah and the Highlander. Her stories range from sweet and sexy to scorching romance.
Read an Excerpt
Lana and the Laird
By Sabrina York
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2016 Sabrina York
All rights reserved.
Ackergill, Caithness Shire, Scotland
A familiar sound, rumbling through the bowels of the night, woke him. A sound familiar and chilling.
Lachlan Sinclair froze as a well-worn horror crept up his nape. His pulse thrummed and a cold sweat erupted on his brow. He steeled his spine and forbore hunkering deeper in the covers, because he knew damn well hunkering would do no good.
"Lachlannnn." A wail, accompanied by the clank of chains. "Lachlannnn."
His lungs locked as the sound wound through the room, a slithering wraith. He struggled to release himself from the clinging tendrils of sleep, a tantalizing dream that still clutched at his heart. He didn't want to wake. Certainly not to this.
Stiffening his resolve, he opened an eye. Though it was a sight he'd seen many times before, it hit him and hit him hard, a fist, a twist to his gut.
A man stood over his bed, looming and dark, with ashen skin and empty eyes. He was tall with broad shoulders and long, sturdy legs. His hair was short, dark curls. He was dressed in tattered rags and draped in chains. Though he seemed solid, he wavered in the glow of the night lamp.
His features were familiar. They mirrored those Lachlan saw each day in the glass, though these were weary, wan, and lined with creases.
It was his father. William Sinclair.
Or what was left of him.
"Lachlan. You must save me."
He tried not to wince at the command. It was a heavy weight to carry, the responsibility for the immortal souls of one's ancestors, but it was one Lachlan bore. It ate at him that this father, and his father before him, rotted in hell.
Lachlan was the only one who could put their spirits to rest.
All he had to do was accomplish an impossible feat.
"Please." The specter held out his hand, beseeching. The chains clinked. His father glanced over his shoulder. A look of sheer terror passed over his face and then, with another wail, he was gone.
When the howling, clanking, and moaning ceased, when the room was once again wreathed in silence, Lachlan let out a breath, though he couldn't stay his shaking. It always affected him like this, wrapped him in a panic so profound he could barely move. He didn't know why. It was only a ghost.
Ah, but it wasn't only a ghost. It was more than that.
It was a reminder that his time was running out.
And the closer he came to his thirtieth birthday, the more frequently the specter visited. The more adamant his pleas. As though he, too, knew time was short.
Far too short for the luxury of sleep.
Lachlan tossed back the blankets; when they coiled around his legs, he kicked them off. The movement made his head spin. He paused, waited for the world to right itself. It was always like this when he woke. His brain in a fog. His consciousness in the claws of some deep, dark dread.
Now that he was here, home again in Scotland, closer to his doom, it had gotten worse. The fear was sharper, the panic more profound.
Though it was the middle of the night, there would be no more sleep for him. He glanced at the bottle of laudanum, the one the doctor in London had prescribed to help calm his nerves.
What a fucking joke.
If anything, the drug made him more susceptible to the torment of his own dread. Opened him up like a raw oyster and exposed him to a scalding trepidation.
He couldn't help but think there was salvation in that bottle as well, for a man courageous enough to take it. All it would take was a steady hand, a deep breath. A few quick swallows. And he would lie down and sleep. Forever.
The screams, the ghosts, the demons would be silenced at last.
A pity he wasn't that courageous.
Aside from that, there was far too much to do before his time here on earth was done. He was the last of his line. He owed it to his ancestors to make things right. As much as he could.
Determinedly, he thrust the impulse away. Lachlan knew he was going to die, and soon, but it would not be by his own hand. This, he vowed.
Though his legs were shaking, he stood and made his way to the wardrobe. He dressed in a pair of breeches and a simple shirt, something for which he required no help. The servants — those who were left — were undoubtedly deep asleep at this hour. Even Dougal, as faithful and ever-present as he was, would not want to be woken.
These hours were for Lachlan and Lachlan alone.
He lit a lamp and made his way through the empty, echoing hall of Sinclair Keep, skirting the sections where the walls had crumbled into piles on the old stone floor and hurrying through the corridors where the cold bite of the wind sliced through cracks in the ancient fortress. He headed, as he always did, for the gallery, which held the portraits of his ancestors.
There were many long-dead Sinclairs on these walls, all portraits of young men in their prime. There wasn't a gray hair among them, because, as a rule, the Sinclair lairds never lived past thirty. Lachlan stopped before his father's portrait, the newest in the series, and stared at the familiar face. The face that visited him every night. He couldn't bear to look at it for long — it was far too painful — so he moved on, to the portrait around the corner and tucked in a niche, as though hiding his likeness could make anyone forget what the villain had done.
Contrary to the others, this man was aged; his skin was wrinkled, his face weathered, and his hair flecked with silver. Unlike each and every one of his descendants, the Baron of Rosslyn had lived to the ripe old age of sixty-five. Dressed in the costume of the early 1300s, he stood, tall and proud — too proud, it turned out — staring out at the world with a slight smirk on his lips. Mocking his progeny perhaps. In his hands, he held the MacAlpin Cross, an ancient relic hewn of gold and jewels, emblazoned with the Red Stag of Clan Sinclair.
Some said the relic had been brought from the holy lands on some long-forgotten crusade, and others insisted it had been created by a druid witch. But everyone agreed, it represented the heart of Scotland and had been entrusted to the Sinclair clan for safekeeping.
And everyone agreed, the Sinclairs had failed in this task.
Rosslyn had been the last of the line to hold it. Incited by greed, the bastard had traded the icon to their greatest enemy, the brutal English king Edward I, in exchange for a great treasure and the title of the Duke of Caithness.
Little did Rosslyn know, in doing so, he had incurred a deadly curse. Oh, not on himself. As the portrait showed, he lived a long and prosperous life. The curse was on his son. And his sons. And his. On all heirs of the Caithness title until the end of time. Or until the cross returned to Sinclair hands.
But the cross would never be returned. It could never be. In the manner of the Hammer of the Scots, the man who wanted nothing more than to crush the hearts and spirits of the northern-dwelling clans, Edward had smashed the cross into three pieces and thrown them into the sea.
At the time, no one paid any attention to the ramblings of the old crone who lived in the woods, the one who called herself the Keeper of the Cross, as she wailed her grief over the loss of the icon. No one paid any mind to the curse she levied. Not even when the famously tainted Rosslyn Treasure, which had been the duke's "thirty pieces of silver," mysteriously disappeared.
But when the second Duke of Caithness, Rosslyn's son, died on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, and then the third and the fourth dukes suffered similar untimely deaths ... people started paying attention. Dukes and their minions began madly searching for the shards of the cross.
No one had ever found it. Not so much as a sliver.
A logical man didn't believe in curses and, indeed, Lachlan had scoffed at the notion most of his life. Living in London, far removed from the dreary reminders of the past, steeped in decadent youthful pursuits, it had been easy.
Until the visitations had begun. There was something about a voice from beyond the grave that made one perk up and listen.
Now his thirtieth birthday approached, and with each successive day Lachlan could feel the walls closing in on him. Each day was a count of hours, the constant tick in his head, the ceaseless refrain of so little time and so much to do. With a relentless advance, his options steadily shrank and with them, his world, his universe, and his lung capacity. He didn't know why, but when he thought about it, sometimes it was difficult to breathe. As though the weight of his eternal soul and all those who came before him were sitting on his chest.
Thankfully, there were no souls following him. Thankfully the Caithness-Sinclair line ended with him. He couldn't bear any more obligation. He would shatter and collapse beneath any additional burden.
Lachlan pulled an old dusty chair before the painting of the man who had damned him to an early grave and, ignoring the rain beating on the windows, the wind howling in the eaves, and the creeping shadows, he focused on the cross until the lamp grew dim.
* * *
Lachlan jerked awake gasping and clutching the arms of the chair with a savage grip. Apprehension chilled the blood in his veins. It took a moment for him to realize it wasn't the ghost waking him, but McKinney, the longtime steward of the estate. Even then, his heart thudded wildly.
He sucked in a calming breath as he stared up at McKinney's face, struggling for purchase. The old man dropped his hand from Lachlan's shoulder and stepped back, fixing his harsh features in a conciliatory arrangement. McKinney was far from a handsome man, but he was exceedingly loyal; he, like Lachlan's cousin Dougal, came from the MacBain sept, a line of men who had served the Dukes of Sinclair for generations. "Are ye all right, Your Grace?"
No. He was not. He was far from all right. His body was sheeted in sweat. Every muscle trembled. He forced a smile. "Yes. Thank you."
"Have you been here all night?" McKinney asked, his bushy brows rising. "Ye shouldna sleep here. Ye'll catch your death." Indeed, the corridor was drafty, courtesy of the myriad gaps in the old stone walls of the decrepit keep.
"I dozed off." And it had been a relief. Between the nightly visitations from his father and a recurring dream that hovered at the edge of his consciousness, he barely slept at all. It was wearing on him.
McKinney frowned. Or Lachlan assumed it was a frown. A slightly more dour expression at least. "Ah. I see. I'm sorry to disturb you, Your Grace, but you have a visitor."
"A ... visitor?" Few visited Caithness Castle. If the desolation didn't deter them, the ghosts certainly did. With few exceptions, most of the servants had fled in the face of the nightly howls and suspicious "accidents." Residents of the nearby village, well aware of the family history, could not be induced to serve their duke in any capacity — especially now.
It was damn annoying.
McKinney cleared his throat. "'Tis the Baron of Olrig, Your Grace."
"Ah yes." Lachlan's belly sank. Upon his return to Scotland, and eager to launch his plans for the restoration of his crumbling holdings, he'd called his barons to Caithness Castle. Though he had been anxious to meet these men, his vassals, and issue his orders to their faces, he wasn't in the mood for an altercation today.
Thus far, the encounters had not gone well. Bower, Halkirk, and Wick had been truculent, and Dunnet ... well, Dunnet had been downright rude. He had simply stared as he listened to Lachlan's commands and then turned around and stormed away without a word. Indeed, his barons were a stubborn, cantankerous lot who didn't seem inclined to follow any orders at all.
No doubt this was a Scottish trait. Lesser lords in London seemed to understand the consequence of a duke, even a duke from the wilds of the Highlands. And while he was used to the thinly veiled disdain with which the British treated the Scots, Lachlan was also used to being obeyed.
It would be foolish for him to harbor any hopes he could have amiable relationships with any of his vassals, but he had at least expected civility. Most certainly, obedience. He needed it. He needed them all to comply with his demands if he was to finish his business before the Grim Reaper paid his call.
Why Dunnet's reaction stuck in his craw was a mystery, but it did. He couldn't shake his indignation. Surely it had nothing to do with the fact that Lachlan had actually liked the surly Scot. He'd exuded an air of calm confidence, of sensible logic, the innate power of a leader. He was, perhaps, the kind of man Lachlan would have been pleased to count as a friend — had things been different.
"Aye, Your Grace. Olrig is awaiting you in the Blue Salon." The Blue Salon was not blue. It was a gloomy gray, but likely blue in Scotland meant something else entirely. Most things did.
Lachlan levered himself up — it mortified him that he needed McKinney's help. "I will need to bathe and dress. Will you see to Olrig's comfort while I do so?"
"Aye. Of course, Your Grace."
As McKinney headed off to see to their guest's needs, Lachlan made his way to his chambers. His steps stalled when he passed a pile of rubble where a chunk of a wall had collapsed. He could have sworn it hadn't been there yesterday. Each day it seemed another section of the castle started crumbling.
Dougal met him at the door to his rooms with a scowl. "Where have you been?" he growled. Dougal had a tendency to growl, so Lachlan ignored that and focused on the question.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Again?" His lips twisted. "Did you no' take your medicine?"
"I did. It only makes it worse."
"Ah." Dougal's expression made clear he understood. But then, he would. Dougal knew all Lachlan's secrets. His cousin, though several times removed, he'd been Lachlan's companion since they were boys. Now that they were grown, he served as factor. Though lately, he'd acted as Lachlan's secretary as well, because the man they'd brought with them from London had spent one night in the haunted castle and scurried back to England in a tizzy when a disagreeable wraith took up residence behind the bookcase in his chambers and insisted on snarling invectives and tossing books at all hours of the night.
Lachlan didn't know what would have become of him if it hadn't been for Dougal and his father, Colin. Indeed, after the tragedy, it had been Uncle Colin who had taken charge of the five-year-old duke and raised him, whisking him from Scotland to London so he could take advantage of an education worthy of his station. And also, probably, so he wouldn't have to live in the castle that had driven his father mad. So he wouldn't have to live in the shadow of the Sinclair Curse.
But that was the thing about curses. They had a tendency to follow.
"Perhaps we should consult with another doctor," Dougal said. Sometimes he could be relentless. He constantly worried about Lachlan's health, bless him. But Lachlan was tired of doctors. Tired of poking and prodding. Aside from which, he was certain his ailment was not of a physical nature. It was spiritual. Definitely spiritual. "If you canna sleep, perhaps you need a higher dosage."
Lachlan grimaced. The last thing he wanted was more of that foul mind-warping poison in his veins. "I was thinking of stopping it altogether," he said.
Dougal reared back and gaped at him. "You mustna stop taking it. You need that medicine. The doctor said —"
"Good lord, Dougal. I'm not sleeping anyway. And the laudanum ... gives me bad dreams."
"Bad dreams are better than no dreams."
No. They were not.
They most decidedly were not.
"You canna stop taking it." This Dougal muttered beneath his breath.
Lachlan merely grunted — neither assent nor dissent. He would do as he pleased. He was the bloody duke after all. What was the point of being a duke if one couldn't do what one wanted?
"We should consult another doctor," Dougal insisted.
Annoyance lanced him, and Lachlan lifted a finger. "Enough, Dougal." Displeasure flickered over his cousin's face and Lachlan offered a small smile to ease the sting of his command. "I have a visitor. I need to dress. Can you fetch Tully?" In London he would simply have rung for his valet, but if he tugged on a bell pull here, it would shred and flutter to the ground. He'd tried it.
But Dougal didn't go fetch Tully. Rather, he grumbled something beneath his breath and made his way to the wardrobe and began riffling.
Lachlan frowned. "Where's Tully?"
Dougal cleared his throat. "I will be dressing you today."
"Where is Tully?"
"Tully, ah, quit." This, Dougal said in a gruff voice. He tucked his chin so Lachlan couldn't see his expression, but there was no need. He was pretty certain it was a pitying look. It so often was.
Excerpted from Lana and the Laird by Sabrina York. Copyright © 2016 Sabrina York. Excerpted by permission of St. Martin's Press.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I waited several months to read this book. It was well werth. the wait.
Lana is the youngest of the three sisters, and she is not as bold or aggressive as Hannah or Susanna. They protect her and her ‘fanciful’ notions, for Lana speaks with spirits, and is often wholeheartedly resolved in what they have told or shown her. For years she has dreamed of her fated love, a braw and fierce Scotsman, devoted to her. Imagine her surprise when this man from her dreams is in front of her, dressed as an English Lord, hardheadedly determined to continue the clearances and rebuilt his family castle. Lachlan Sinclair, Duke of Cathness was living in London until the ghost of his father entreated him to return and rebuild the castle before it’s too late. Lachlan is convinced (aided by some despicable family members) that his line is cursed to die before their 30th birthday – and he must do two things to save himself. First find and reassemble the MacAlpin Cross and find the treasure – all while restoring Cathness castle to its former grandeur. With repeated hauntings, and rumors of an uprising amongst his lairds he heads to meet with Dunnet to discuss the issue. From the earlier books you will have a sense of Alexander and Hannah, and the honor with which Alexander seeks to live his life. Faced with the dandy duke, he’s not willing to agree to the clearances, and hopes to show Lachlan just where he is wrong. Prodded by his despicable cousin Dougal, he’s stalwart in his decisions, thinking they are right. Until Lana – she makes him wish for more: for himself, for his life and even for his people. It was hard to love him right off, he had lost so much of his sparkle being focused on the curse and his very English upbringing, and the interactions with Alexander start to awaken his long-buried sense of honor and his problem solving nature. With Lana ‘pish-poshing’ his curse, and telling him she thought his mother wanted him to think things through, she was entirely the breath of fresh air he needed. And the boost to get in touch with his long-dormant Scots roots. And while the connection between the two of them is wonderful, when they head up to Lana’s home because of more threats to her father and the estate, the story heats up nicely. From the stolen kisses to much, much more, Lana leads Lachlan on a journey of discovery: finding the pieces of the cross, his Scottish roots and his true desire. Secondary characters all add to the story in ways that are unexpected and often hilarious, and Isobel, at just six is the proud owner of a new sword (courtesy of Lachlan) and a terror with her bow and arrow. Most decidedly a scene stealer, it is through Isobel that Lachlan realizes just HOW desperately he needs Lana and the other members of the family in his life – for support, love, happiness and above all, entertainment. This book brings the series to an end, and while it will read alone quite nicely, the gradual development of the plot as a whole, as well as opportunities to see each character grow and change throughout the series is not to be missed. I love York’s style for historical romances, and these characters are never quite wholly what one would expect, yet when you finish, you realize they never could have been any other way. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
I've been waiting for Lana and Lachlan's story since I read Hannah and the Highlander and York did NOT disappoint. I LOVED IT!! I loved that Lachlan decided to find a cure for the curse after meeting Lana and realizing that she was the love of his life. Lana also knows that Lachlan is for her after dreaming about him for so many years. They must work together to end the curse that could separate them forever. I loved that banter between Lana and Lachlan, which York is a master of, it had me laughing out loud throughout the story. Add to the mix the mystery of the curse and you have the perfect story. I hate to see this series end as I have throughly enjoyed all three books, but I look forward to seeing what York has in store for use next.
Lachlan Sinclair and and his entire family for generations is cursed. Each male dies by their 30th birthday. He’s been slowly going crazy as his father’s ghost has been haunting him, pushing him to find a mythical treasure before his death. The one thing he didn’t plan on in his final quest is Lana Dounreay. This was a really good book. I really liked Lana in particular. I felt really bad for the way she was treated in the beginning, but she really shone when she came upon Lachlan’s dilemma. I liked Lachlan but he was a bit trusting of the wrong people. I’m not really sure why it actually took me some time to read the book. It was just one I had to take some breaks from. I highly recommend it though. **I received a ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review
I loved this captivating, adorable historical romance. My attention was captured in the first few pages and soon I found myself swept away into the Scottish 1800's with fantastic narrative and a great story. I hadn't read a historical romance for awhile and l thoroughly enjoyed the intrigue, mystery, drama, action, romance and some laugh out loud moments that kept me wanting more. Loved the sizzling chemistry between Lachlan Sinclair and Lana Dounreay as well as the feistiness of Lana. Enjoyed that Lana took what she wanted, and never regretted her actions. This was such a entertaining story as well as a sexy read. It also contained great secondary characters that added so much depth to this story. Isabel ( Lana's niece ) was so adorable and stole the scenes that she was in. Great to read a story with such great independent strong women characters. Loved it! Highly recommended! Received a complimentary copy through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Lana and the Laird by Sabrina York is an amazing conclusion to the "Untamed Highlanders", series. While Book 3, it can be read as a stand alone. I'd suggest reading the entire series. I hated to see this thrilling series come to an end! An awesome Medieval Scottish Historical Romance! I adore the H/H, they are both strong-willed, determined and passionate. Lachlan Sinclair, the Duke of Caithness, is determined to have no heirs and not be betrayed by his heart. Having been raised in England most of his life, he must learn Scottish ways, challenges and their struggles to survive. Lana Dounreay has only seen the Duke of Caithness in her dreams. Being the youngest Dounreay sister and frail in her youth. She yearns for love, passion and adventure. Then Lachlan enters her life and all bets are off. The true Highlander emerges and the fiesty lass appears with a recklessness to reck havoc on his person and his heart. Fast paced, adventure filled with Scottish Romance, Highland Adventures, danger, passion and a sweet romance. Once again Ms. York will have her readers turning pages, and breathlessly awaiting the next adventure. Can Lachlan overcome his fear of marriage to find his HEA with the feisty Lana? Or will he lose all, because of a thirty year curse? Be amazed, and intrigued as to the true curse, how it was started and who is trying to derail Lachlan from his inheritance and his ancestry. A must read Scottish Historical Romance with a twist or two. A Scottish treasure! I look forward to the next adventure from an amazing storyteller. Received for an honest review from Net Galley. Rating: 4.5 Heat rating: Mild Reviewed by: AprilR
An interesting and unique historical romance that combines romance with family curses and Lana's unusual gift of visions. This plot has some really interesting areas when you first meet Lana and you see what her typical day is like. This is a feisty woman who does not think like your typical woman of her times. Her unique abilities and personality make this story very interesting for the reader. Seeing her in her family unit is also inspiring as her sisters and niece round out for a fun read. For me Lachlan came across in the 1st chapter as a little too helpless about his curse. I wanted him to have an "I can beat this" attitude but as the story goes on you understand how he became this despondent man. Throughout the book his personality expands and it is exciting to see his belief system and his mental thoughts about himself change. At the end of this book you keep hoping that there will be a resolution to the curse and he will find his happy ever after. This is another good reason to read the book...to see if he gets his deepest darkest desires. This is an enjoyable read and I give it 4 STARS for it's entertainment factor. An copy was gifted in exchange for an honest opinion via Netgalley.
Lachlan Sinclair has been alone most of his life. As the result of his parent's deaths he became the ward of a uncaring uncle who delighted in tormenting him. Now he's back in Scotland and the Laird Sinclair, but because of the family curse he's living on borrowed time. He'll be dead by his thirty birthday. He knows he can't escape. That is until he meets Lana Dounreay. She's a beautiful and spirited lass who can see and communicate with ghosts. Lachlan is drawn to Lana as she is to him, but he won't allow himself to give into desire. Lana doesn't believe in the curse. She wants him so she decides to seduce him. I love the interaction between them. It's sensual and playful. Lachlan is lonely and obsessed with his death. I loved how Lana and her family can bring him out of his shell. It's wonderful to meet characters from other books in this series. They are a riotous bunch. I was drawn to five year old Isobel. She's a handful. She made me smile at her exploits. I loved Lana and The Laird. It's filled with romance, passion and unexpected treachery as well as ghosts. Sabrina York pulled me into this story from the first page. She filled the book with great characters, sparkling dialogue and the Scottish Highlands. Who could ask for more? I received a copy in exchange for an honest and unscripted review.
Lachlan and Lana have to battle ghosts and mystery of heritage to find their pathway to love. Enjoyed this book with chuckles, sighs and suspense. This author never disappoints. Ebook from netgalley and the publisher with thanks.
Lana and the Laird by Sabrina York...I enjoyed the story, it flowed really nicely through the book. The story has suspense, haunted by a ghost and great characters. Sabrina does a great job keeping you interested in the book. I was given a complimentary book by publisher via NetGalley for an honest review.
Lana And The Laird by Sabrina York is an amazing read. Ms York's talent shines in Lana and Lachlan's story. Lana And The Laird is well written, a smooth read. The characters, my favorite part of the book, are well developed and just plain lovable. I also like that Ms York merges characters from previous books in the series into this story. Ms York's humor and snark seem to have found a home in young Isobel, she really makes me laugh. There is plenty of drama, action, sizzle and humor included, a little something for everyone. Sabrina York has once again impressed me with her writing and story telling abilities and I look forward to reading more from my favorite wordsmith in the future. Lana And The Laird is book 3 in the Untamed Highlanders Series but it can be read as a standalone. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger. I received a copy of Lana And The Laird from NetGalley for review purposes.
I loved this book! Perfect end to the trilogy. Lachlan, Duke of Caithness, was orphaned at a young age and raised by relatives who sent him to England for schooling and lie to him. He believes in a curse that all of the Dukes die before their 30th birthday, but if he finds a certain relic and rebuilds his castle he will survive. There are other ways he is being manipulated, but I won't spoil the story. Living in England most of his life, he does not understand the Scots and why they object to his clearing the crofters from his land. When he visits Alexander, Baron Dunnet, to complain about his refusal to clear the crofters he meets Lana Dounreay, Alex's sister-in-law and the woman he sees in his dreams. Lana has "gifts" that some people don't understand and fear. She has seen Lachlan in her dreams and is determined to help him learn the truth and become more Scottish. Which entails spending lots of time with him, to their mutual delight. As he learns some truths from Lana and Alex he begins to agree with them. When her father's home is attacked Lachlan insists on accompanying them. On their way, Lana discovers the ghost haunting him is a very real person and Lachlan is determined to find out who. Arriving at her home, he meets my favorite character of this series five year old Isobel who knows far more than she should. And they discover the plot against him, but that you will have to read for yourself. I really enjoyed this book and the entire series. I will admit that the villain was fairly obvious but since Lachlan had been brainwashed as a child, it was not obvious to him. Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin's Press for allowing me to read the ARC. Sabrina York - I beg you to write a HEA for Isobel! (less)
This is the 3rd and final book in the Untamed Highlanders series. Lachlan knows that he is going to die at the age 30, just like his ancestors because of the curse on his family. Lachlan heads north to Scotland where he meets Lana, who has a secret of her own. The connection they have is amazing and both decided they don’t have to be alone. Can Lana convince him that they can have a future together? Great characters, lots of drama and suspense and plenty of steam. Excellent historical read!
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review. Lana and the Laird is the third and final installment in the Untamed Highlander series. I love how the series ends, pulling together Lana's two sisters, their loves, and the curse. It's a book I would recommend to any historical romance loving fan. While I did guess what was going on with the curse, it didn't take away from the enjoyment of the book- Because part of the story is figuring out why the deception and occurred.
I loved this book ! It was well written and entertaining with plenty of passion, light humor, and intrigue. I had wanted Lana and Lachlan to get together since the first book of the series. Even then it was clear that they had a connection, but there were great obstacles in the way. They were perfect for each other but for the ancient curse, a mystery, a treasure, and a nefarious plot that stood in the way of any future together. This was a great love story where the main couple were drawn together by a mystical connection. "Thirty years and not a breath more For Sinclair heirs of Caithness Moor Short lives they live to pay the cost 'Til joined once more the MacAlpin Cross" Lachlan Sinclair believed he was cursed to die before he turned thirty years old, just as his ancestors before had perished. He made a vow that the curse would end with him so he refused to marry and have an heir. Lana Dounrey interacted with spirits and dreamed of things to come. She dreamed of Lachlan just as he had been dreaming of him. When they met there was mutual fascination. They had alot in common that sparked a friendship between them and soon after it turned romantic though Lachlan was reluctant where Lana was more than willing. Of course a love that was that fated could never be denied even though Lachlan tried his best to keep his vows. But fear not because absolutely nothing was as it had seemed. Sabrina York has woven a special love story for Lana and Lachlan. It finished the series with a wonderful book that I didn't want to put down. The plot and the mystery were brilliantly written and I loved watching the stuffy Duke growing into his scottish heritage. There were a few twists and the previous characters were all there, which brings me to my favorite character of all, the adorable urchin Isobel. She nearly stole the show again so there were a few funny scenes. So all in all LANA AND THE LAIRD was a wonderful and witty story and a must read for fans of the series.
This is the 3rd book in the Highlander series but can definitely be read as a standalone. In true Sabrina York’s fashion, this story has plenty of suspense, drama, and romance to keep any historical romance lover happy. Lachlan thinks he’s cursed and he will not live to see his next birthday. At this point in his life his only goals are to either break the so-called curse or quiet the ghosts that haunt his castle by making repairs to it and for that he needs lots of funds. Enter Lana and family. What Lachlan asks of them would not only leave many of their tenants destitute but will also make Lachlan’s Lords rise up against him. Lana makes it her mission to make him see the error of his ways, and that includes denying his Highlander nature. Lana, although independent and strong-minded, seemed to be a very sweet girl and was able to peel Lachlan’s layers effortlessly making his transition from a stiff English duke to a rugged Highlander seamless. I appreciated very much that their initial connection went beyond the physical attraction and their belief of the supernatural. Their special connection is what allowed them to become friends before they decided to become something more. Other characters from the previous books made an appearance here so it was kind of a big reunion. The sisters are all together with their respective partners but I have to say that although I love a determined, tenacious heroine, the other two sometimes bordered on heedless and reckless and I didn’t feel much love for them here. The suspense and gothic elements created a good mix but the story also included plenty of light and laugh out loud moments that balanced everything out. All in all an enjoyable read and I’d recommend it to lovers of highlanders, strong heroines, and romance stories with a smidgen of gothic elements. ** I received a copy of this story in exchange for an honest review from the author via Netgalley **
I loved this book! It is the third book in the Untamed Highlanders series, but each book is a stand alone novel. In this book, Lachlan is a Duke living under the curse calling for his death by his thirtieth birthday. He's been aware of the curse since he was a young boy and has lived a life free on entanglements to ensure he didn't visit the curse against another any child he might sire. In addition to the curse, he is also haunted by his father's ghost urging him to restore the castle to it's former glory before his (Lachlan's) death. Then he meets Lana, the woman who has haunted his dreams. She thinks he dresses like a dandy, but knows he has the heart of a true Scotsman. They have an immediate attraction, but their romance cannot be due to both the curse and their different stations. Add the complication of Lana's reputation of being known as a witch, and you have all the ingredients for a wonderful tale. If you enjoy historical romance, you will love this book! The author is the master of the genre and this novel is a must read.
What appeals to me about Lana and the Laird is that Lana is not a damsel in distress. She isn't in need of rescue but ultimately proved to be the saving grace for Lachlan. I received an ARC of Lana and the Laird in exchange for an honest review. Hard to believe that Sabrina York is a fairly new author to me. In such a short time I have become enamored of her hypnotic stories. With a smidge of mystical, Ms. York has spun her web of sultriness and gained a fan in me.
Ghosts, hauntings and curses are part and parcel of this story. Lana Dounreay, sister of Hannah and Susannah from books one and two, is considered a bit “off” since she claims to interact with ghosts. She wants a husband and family but fears she may never find a man willing to be with her because of what others consider her affliction. Lachlan Sinclair, Duke of Caithness, lost his parents when a baby and was raised in England by a relative. His main companion has been his cousin Dougal. Having been told his entire life that he is cursed and will die before he is thirty he returns home to rebuild the family home. He wants a wife, family and future but has vowed not to bring another Sinclair into the world to suffer the curse of his family line. When Lana and Lachlan meet they are immediately aware of and attracted to one another. Whether or not they will act on this attraction and have a future together is a big question. In addition to the love story there are plots, liars, scoundrels, ghosts, and other issues to deal with. The people of books one and two of the trilogy are included in this novel and play significant roles in giving Lachlan a clearer view of what it means to be Laird of the lands he is responsible for. An aside…Isobel though only a child is fierce and adds a great deal to the story. I would love to see her in a future book with a love story of her own. Perhaps Fiona, John Robin and others could be included. I thoroughly enjoyed this story and want to thank NetGalley and St. Martin’ Press for the complimentary copy given to me in exchange for my honest review.
What a good book! I love the characters Lachlan and Lana and the secondary characters make the books so much fun. There's tense suspense and plot twists and great sexual chemistry. This series is full of strong women who will do anything to protect their families and the alpha Scots that love them. And wee Isobel who is seriously hilarious and scary brave and determined.
I received an eARC, from NetGalley and the publisher, in exchange for an honest review. This is book three in the "Untamed Highlanders" series. You don't have to have read the series to follow this book but I am so in love with this series that I would say do so just because they are that good. I have waited a long time to read this story of Lachlan Sinclair and Lana Dounreay and it was just a great as I had hoped. Lana has the ability to see somewhat of the future and also see ghost when they are around her. For this she has been seen as strange and a witch. But she is the youngest daughter and is loved by her family so she has settled in with the ideal that she would never marry. But she has been having dreams of a man that she needs to help and that just maybe he is the man for her. Lachlan has gone through life thinking that his family is cursed and that the first males all die before their thirty birthday.. which for him is just about six months away. Lachlan has been dreaming of his dead father and his father telling him to rebuild the castle at any cost. Also Lachlan has been dreaming of a women that keeps calling him to come to her that she will help him. When he goes to Scotland to see about a Barron that is not following his orders and was told to him that he might be a enemy he ends up meeting Lana. Lana is the women that he has been dreaming of and Lana realizes that he is the man that she has been dream of that needs her help. This is a really great book, it has a good love story, great mystery, some funny scene. Loved this book!!