New York Times bestselling author Sabrina York carries readers back to the wild Scottish Highlands in Susana and the Scot, where the bravest of men surrender to no one-except the boldest of women...
A SCANDALOUS TEMPTATION
Andrew Lochlannach is famous for his conquests, on and off the battlefield. When a fellow warrior challenges him to a kissing contest, he wastes no time in planting his lips on ninety-nine lovely lasses-an impressive feat of seduction that gets him banished to the hinterlands. Still, Andrew has no regrets about his exploits-especially his embrace with the most beguiling woman he's ever met...
AN UNDENIABLE PASSION
With flaming red hair and a temper to match, Susana is not some innocent farmgirl who gives herself over easily to a man, even one as ruggedly handsome as Andrew. The wicked Scot may have won a kiss from the headstrong beauty in a moment of mutual desire, but Susana refuses to be just another one of his conquests. Andrew must convince the fiery lass that even though he is not playing a game, losing her is not an option...
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Susana and the Scot
By Sabrina York
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Reay Parish, Caithness Shire, Scotland
"You probably shouldna ha' kissed her."
Andrew Lochlannach tightened his hands on the reins and frowned at Hamish. Bluidy hell. Did he need to bring it up again? He shot a look over his shoulder. They were riding ahead of their company on the dusty track, so none of the others could hear, but that didn't stop the sudden roil of mortification. "That is not why he sent us here."
Hamish threw back his head and laughed. The sun glinted off his red beard. "Really? Your brother catches you in the arms of his wife's sister — her baby sister, over whom she is ferociously protective — and now here we are. Exiled."
Something riffled in Andrew's gut. "We havena been exiled."
"Have we no'?" Hamish threw out his hands. "Here we are, in the wilderness —"
"Reay is not a wilderness." It was, however, nearly so, tucked away on the western border of Caithness County. Though as isolated as it was, it was one of the more prosperous baronies, even more so than Dunnet.
Andrew tried to ignore the trickle of trepidation, the curiosity that had been teasing him since he'd set out on this journey. He'd known a girl from Reay, once upon a time, loved her. Lost her. And now he would see the land from which she'd hailed. The knowledge tugged at his heart, but he thrust that familiar ache away.
"Far from hearth and home, charged with protecting the denizens of Ciaran Reay from ... cattle thieves." This last bit Hamish offered with a sniff, as though it were beneath his prowess. Then again, it was.
But their mission was much more than that. At least, it was to Andrew. His brother, Alexander, Laird of Dunnet, had trusted him with his charge. He was counting on Andrew to prevail. That faith meant the world to him.
The lands his brother had gained through his marriage had been beleaguered with an influx of miscreants and vagabonds, stealing cattle and robbing the castle stores. Several outlying crofts had been burned to the ground. In addition to the thievery of wandering bands of men made homeless by the Clearances of land to the east, there were indications that the local lairds had their eye on the parish and, with the Baron of Reay's illness — and a recent attempt on his life — they obviously had plans to claim it for their own.
They would not. This land belonged to Alexander now, and Andrew would do everything within his power to protect it. It was the reason Hannah had married Alexander, after all. To assure the security of her people.
"I canna blame him, though. For banishing you."
"I havena been banished!"
"Imagine finding your wife's sister swooning in the arms of a rakehell."
"She wasna swooning." Lana was hardly a swooner. In fact, she hadn't seemed all that interested in Andrew's kiss, which was, all things considered, a surprise. And a trifle lowering.
"And not just any man. A master seducer."
Well, yes. This, he could not deny.
"And to make matters worse, his own brother. His suave and handsome brother known for kissing every woman he sees —"
"Not every woman."
"Enough of them." Hamish chuckled. His gaze narrowed on Andrew. "And how many kisses did that make?"
Andrew shifted in the saddle. Shrugged.
"Ninety-nine." A mutter.
Hamish's nose wrinkled. "Och. That many?"
"I dinna realize you were so close to winning our bet."
Andrew grimaced. Aye. Only one away. How he regretted that bet. It had been a stupid bet, made under the influence of far too much whisky. Most of his bets with Hamish were. Stupid, and made under the influence of too much whisky. He hoped one day he'd learn his lesson, but he doubted he would.
It had been this way with Hamish since they were boys. One quest after another to outdo the other in all things.
If he was being honest, Andrew had to admit, he'd accepted this particular wager because he'd hoped ...
Ah, well. It had been a foolish hope.
He'd kissed ninety-nine women and not one of those kisses had ignited so much as a flicker. Not a fragile hint of the feeling he'd been searching for. In all likelihood, he would never find it again.
"I shall have to be more diligent," Hamish said, and then he fell silent, but only for a moment. There was laughter in his voice when he added, "It's a pity you made that vow."
Bluidy hell. He should never have told Hamish about that vow. He should have known the blighter would never let him hear the end of it.
Again, too much whisky.
Perhaps he should have vowed to avoid spirits instead of women.
Beyond his brother's vehemence when he'd discovered Lana in Andrew's arms, in that moment Andrew had had an agonizing epiphany. No matter how many women he kissed, he never would find that feeling again. Mairi was dead and gone, and with her, a part of him had died, too.
And now, because of a momentary desire for a kiss and a stupid bet, he'd been exiled — probably. He'd certainly lost his brother's trust, or at least a crumb of it. He swore to himself, he would never, ever allow himself a casual flirtation again. They were far too dangerous.
However, whether it was exile or not, Andrew was determined to prove himself to his brother on this mission and maybe, if he was lucky, pay back a little of the debt he owed. Alexander had sacrificed so much for Andrew — very nearly his life. If he found peace with Hannah, if he found passion and acceptance and love, it was only fitting.
The burn of envy at the thought was beneath him.
"Then again," Hamish continued, oblivious to Andrew's inner turmoil. He often was. "If you are out of the race, that means more women for me to kiss."
Andrew forced a grin, though it probably came out as more of a grimace. He really did wish Hamish would stop talking about that bet. He was done with all that.
"Of course, I only need three. Three more women and I will finally beat you."
"You've beaten me before." They were well matched, he and Hamish, in all things. More often than not, their bouts on the lists ended in a draw. They both rode, shot, and drank with equal skill. And until that kiss with Lana, and his subsequent oath, they had both excelled at seduction, too.
"Ah, but I would verra much like to beat you in this challenge." Hamish winked. "I imagine there are many bonny lasses in Reay, if Hannah and Lana are any measure." Hamish's eyes glimmered. He'd taken a particular shine to Lana, the youngest Dounreay sister, who had accompanied Hannah to her wedding. In fact, all the men in the company — including Andrew — had been attracted to her ethereal beauty. But they'd all been warned off. Even Andrew.
Perhaps, especially Andrew.
His brother's admonishment still irked him.
True, he had a reputation for seducing women, but he wasn't a beast. He could control himself. He wasn't so base that he would fall on the first attractive woman he saw. He hardly needed Alexander to remind him that Lana was his sister-in-law. His relation. Aside from that, Andrew had already reached his gloomy realization. Already made his vow.
There would be no more women in his life, in his bed.
"Ach, well," Hamish sighed gustily, shattering his darkling thoughts. Hamish did that. It was probably why they were still friends. Everyone needed someone who could banish darkling thoughts. "I do hope there are some bonny lasses, bet or no. I doona fancy spending the next few months living like a monk."
Andrew tried not to snort, and he failed. Hamish hadn't lived as a monk a day in his life. "Fine. But do keep in mind our true reasons for being here." They were here to secure the lands and provide a military presence that would deter further mischief. They were not here to chase skirts.
"I shall have to ask Rory for ... suggestions." Rory, one of the men who had escorted Hannah to Dunnet, rode with their company of soldiers, returning home. "Surely he will know which of the Reay lasses are, shall we say, more amenable."
"Shall we at least meet with Magnus Dounreay first, to determine what needs to be done to shore up the defenses, before you launch your seductions?"
Hamish fluttered his lashes. "I would never allow the pursuit of a woman to interfere with my duties." A blatant lie, but Andrew fobbed it off. They rode in silence for a moment and then Hamish said, "You know, even though you've conceded the wager —"
"I havena —"
"Nonsense. If you've vowed to avoid women, you canna very well kiss them. And therefore, you have surrendered to my prowess."
"My point is, even though you've conceded the wager, I still expect you to pay up when I win." His eyes danced.
Bluidy hell. He would have to pay. The thought annoyed him.
Perhaps he should have waited to make his vow. He was only one woman away, after all.
Andrew firmed his resolve. Wager or not, it was advisable for him to stop kissing women. It had not turned out well for him.
The memory of one girl — one with bright shining green eyes and hair like a waterfall of fire — danced through his mind, but he pressed it away. He thought of Mairi often, daily, hourly perhaps. And each time, he forced the yearning for her back down into the dark well of his soul.
She was lost to him forever and no matter how many women he kissed, it wouldn't bring her back to him.
He stared ahead at the long lonely road. Restlessness pricked him. There was a hill to their right, a verdant rise of green. Quicker than following the dusty track around its base. The urge to break free nudged him.
"I'll race you to the top of that hill," he said. Without waiting for Hamish's response, he kicked Breacher's sides and his mount leaped forward. He tried to ignore the sneaking suspicion that he was really trying to run from his past.
Naturally, Hamish followed.
Naturally, Andrew reached the crest first. Breacher was unbeatable in any race. As he waited for Hamish to catch up, he gazed down at the parish of Reay, which would be his new home for the time being. He didn't know how long he would have to stay, but he already missed Lochlannach Castle, his brother, his bed.
Despite his disgruntlement, he had to allow that Reay was lovely from this vantage point. The crofts and the fields spread out in a patchwork of green. The sea sparkled, a deep sapphire, in the distance. The rose-colored turrets of Dounreay Castle were just visible beyond the woods. In the lea below, a farmer led a shaggy cow along the rutted track with a rope.
It was all very peaceful. Very bucolic.
Hard to believe the parish had been besieged by brigands.
Hamish rode up to his side and gusted a sigh. "Ach. Beaten again."
Andrew cocked his head to the side. "You should be used to it by now," he teased.
Hamish growled at him, but there was very little heat in it.
The two shared a chuckle as they surveyed the land they were sworn to protect.
Even as they watched, a cloaked figure astride an impressive stallion charged from the woods and closed in on the farmer. When the fellow leaped down from his mount, it became clear how small he was — probably a boy — so it was a surprise when he tossed back his cloak and pulled up a bow, pointing it at the farmer.
The two exchanged words and, while he was too far away to hear what was said, Andrew could read the belligerence in the boy's stance. The farmer backed away from the cow, and then, upon the other's command, lay down on the grass with his hands above his head.
Bluidy hell. Were they witnessing a theft? Here and now? Within moments of their arrival on Reay lands?
The ride from Dunnet had been long and uneventful. Andrew ached for some excitement. Exhilaration flooded him.
Ach, aye. How triumphant would it be to arrive at the castle, victorious, with a captured thief in tow? Trussed up like a pig and tossed over his saddle?
Andrew grinned to Hamish. "I'll take this one," he said, and then he set heels to Breacher's sides and pounded down the hill toward the robbery in progress.
* * *
Turf flew beneath Breacher's hooves as Andrew pulled up to the scene. It pleased him to see the robber's nostrils flare in awe at his approach. The boy's mount was impressive, to be sure, but Breacher was far more so.
And he himself was impressive, he imagined. A large and looming warrior, bursting as he had onto the scene. No doubt the boy was quite intimidated.
Andrew flung himself from the saddle and unsheathed his sword; the scrape of metal rang through the field with an ominous shiver. He took a moment and added his trademark twirl, flipping his sword up and over his head before pointing it at the brigand.
It was clear the farmer was duly cowed. He eeped and covered his head, peeping out between his fingers. The boy ... not so much. He propped his fists on his hips and glared as Andrew finished his routine. And then he snapped, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Ach, aye. A boy. A lad. His voice hadn't even dropped yet. Andrew decided to take it easy on him. "Never ye mind," he said in a silky tone, before assuming his battle stance. It was a fearsome stance, indeed. "Drop yer weapon."
The boy's eyes narrowed, spitting emerald fire. Slowly, he turned his bow from the farmer to Andrew. "Drop your weapon."
Andrew blinked. He'd never been defied quite so blatantly. Certainly not by a boy half his size. Men trembled before the might of his sword. Women swooned. He was rather daunting, if he did say so himself.
And he did.
Maybe he wouldn't take it easy on the lad after all. Maybe this boy needed to be taught a lesson. He stepped closer, brandishing his sword. "I said, drop your weapon," he boomed.
In response, the boy lifted his bow, pulled back on the string and let fly.
Andrew nearly flinched, but by the grace of God did not. The arrow whizzed by his head — far too close — and while it didn't nick him, it sliced off a lock of his hair. He watched it fall in a gentle drift, that silver swath, to land on the green grass of the lea.
Something rose within him, not fury so much as determination.
Well, perhaps a touch of fury. He rather preferred his hair attached to his head.
Even as the boy whipped another arrow from the quiver, Andrew charged, swinging his sword and cleaving the bow in two. It shattered in the boy's hands.
The lad snarled and reached for his dirk.
Andrew didn't give him time to find it. He encircled the boy with the strong bands of his arms. It occurred to him that in addition to being far too young for this kind of pursuit, the boy had no muscle whatsoever. In fact, he was almost soft.
Aye. The lad needed guidance. A firm hand.
A spanking, perhaps.
He was far too undisciplined.
Indeed, the lad went wild; he thrashed and fought against Andrew's hold, even though there was no possible way he could break free. His screeches of outrage were earsplitting and the invectives spilling forth far too foul, so Andrew clapped his hand over the boy's mouth.
"Go on," he grunted at the farmer, nodding his head down the track.
The farmer scrambled to his feet and dashed off, so traumatized by this to-do, he forgot to take his cow.
"So you think to steal cattle from Reay?" Andrew hissed into the thief's ear.
The boy turned and stared at him over his shoulder. They were face-to-face. Close. Their gazes locked and something snaked through him. Andrew wasn't sure what it was, and there was no time to interpret it ... because all of a sudden, pain sliced through him as the villain's sharp teeth bit into his palm. At the same time, the boy gored him with a pointy elbow. Andrew, perforce, released him.
The boy spun around and his hood fell. A shock of burnished red hair tumbled out in a shimmering fall.
Andrew froze as a chilling realization washed through him.
The thief wasn't a boy. It was a woman.
And holy hell ... what a woman.
That red hair, flittering in the breeze? That soft body writhing against his? The burn of her glare? And aye. That feeling? The one that had flickered by too quickly for him to capture it?
It had been a long time since he'd felt it, far too long, but he should have known. He should have known she was a woman. The moment he spotted her. The second he touched her.
Certainly when she'd shorn off a lock of his hair.
A man would never have done something so vindictive. A man would have simply skewered him.
But vindictive or not, she was magnificent.
It occurred to him, it was a damn shame he'd just sworn off casual flirtations, because this armful of curves was —
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This is book 2 in the Untamed Highlanders series. Having been banished from his home by his brother for a silly contest, Andrew Lochlannach is determined to do his duty and protect Dounreay Castle. Unfortunately, he finds a reason to get distracted in the form of one Susana, a feisty red-head. But he can't figure out why she is sabotaging his every efforts. Susana can't believe that the man that broke her heart and that happens to be the father of her child is back in her life. And the worst part is that he doesn't even seem to remember that they had even met before. The the enemy threatens her daughter, Susana realizes that she needs Andrews help and reluctantly gives in. Unfortunately this puts her in a position of falling for him all over again. Will Susana get her heart broken all aver again or will she finally get her HEA? I really liked Andrew in Hannah and the Highlander and was surprised when I found out that York had paired the two of them together. But after reading their story, I'm so glad that she did. I LOVED it!! I always love a good second chances story and this one was top notch! I'm always a fan of bantering between the H/H and with their history (even though Andrew didn't realize it) was very well written. Isobel (their daughter) was a riot!!! I was laughing out loud at her antics. I know this series is about the Dounreay sisters, but I really hope that York writes Hamish's story!! Loved his teasing of Andrew. The next book in the series features Lana and Lachlan whom we met in Hannah and the Highlander. I can't wait to read it. It comes out in May of 2016. Thanks go out to St. Martin's Press via NetGalley for a copy of the book in exchange of an honest review.
I loved everything about this book. It had a great story line, second chance love, tears and laughter and good suspense. The characters had depth and strength and great banter. Andrew Lochlannach and Susana Dounreay are well suited and stubborn. Susana's five year old daughter Isobel is a little hoyden and I'm totally in love with her and I hope Sabrina York writes her book in the future. I also would love for Hamish to find his HEA.
I loved this book even more than the first one in this series. It's a fast read and I couldn't put it down. Andrew's brother, Alexander, has sent him to protect the lands and castle he acquired when he married Hannah. Her father, widowed sister, Susana, and niece Isobel still reside there and are having some trouble with the neighboring lairds. What he doesn't expect is his attraction to Susana. Susana has her own secrets and would rather Andrew not know them. No plot spoilers from me - it's too good to give them away. Five year old Isobel steals the book. She is one of the best child characters I've read. I so hope Ms. York plans to giver her a book one day. She will steal your heart. There is one more sister in this family, Lana, and I'm looking forward to her story next summer.
Such passion, conflict, desire and humor all packed into one book! I adore second chance romance and this story by Sabrina is a great one. Susana the warrior lass has closed off her heart to love because it was crushed in her youth. Alexander, the younger brother, is off to protect his elder brother's new holldings from raiders in an attempt to pay back the debt he feels he owes his brother for protecting him from their abusive uncle. The passion between these two is off the charts and as the story unfolds they finally find they were both lied to in the past and can once again find love together. The character that steals the book though is daughter Isobel, the 5 year old hellion. She creates the best scenes in the book and this quote really sums her up spoken by Alexander's best friend Hamish when Isobel rescues him..."Are you certain you're a child?" The rescue of Hamish is truly one of the most awesome scenes I have ever read. I still laugh over it. I can't wait to get my hands on Lana's book next!
This is book two in the "Untamed Highlander" series. I will warn you that this series is very additive. I just like the last book (Hannah and the Highlander) it leaves me eager for the next book! I truly loved book books and just can't get enough of Ms. York's writing! I feel they are standalone books but I truly think you would enjoy reading the whole series! But enough about my love of these books let me set the story up... Our heroine is about Susana who is the second daughter of Magnus Dounreay. Susana is also a widower with a child to raise. Along with all of that Susana see to the running and protection of their home. They are having some trouble and unknown to Susana her father has asked his new son-in-law to send more men to help. When the men arrive one is Andrew Lochlannach who is Susana brother-in-law but more importantly is a man from her past. They met six years ago when they both were away from home and visiting another family. They both fell in love but a girl that was jealous of their budding romance Trick them into believing some lies that pulled them apart. Now six years later here he is on her homeland and she find he does not recognizer her so that does set her off some. Andrew thinks that his lost love is dead and because both did not use there full names at the time the first met Andrew still believed her to be dead. This starts this wonderful story of how over came a lot of lies, hurt feelings and what it took for them to be together. I hope that you will like this book too!
I could not wait to get my hands on Susana and the Scot after Reading Hannah and the Highlander. I waited with anxious anticipation for Susana and the Scot to arrive. All that waiting and anticipation were well rewarded when I started reading the first page. Sabrina York never lets me down. I know when I open one of her books I am in for an awesome read with just the perfect amount of steam, drama, and romance to keep me well entertained from page one all the way through to the last page. Susana is a fiercely independent lady with spunk and maybe just a touch of sass that sure did make for an interesting story. She is a widow raising an adorable mischievous daughter, Isobel. I found an instant bond with Susana. She has a touch of an ornery streak too. She sets up things to make sure Andrew and his crew aren't all that comfortable for their stay. She feels that instant attraction to Andrew but does her best to fight the feelings and push all the right buttons to frustrate Andrew. Andrew Lochlannach has been sent on a mission to help protect his brother's new in-laws. He's the handsome playboy that has no problem at all attracting the ladies and usually is able to charm his way into their good graces. That is until he meets Susana. He's going to have to double that charm to get in Susana's good graces and then some. I so enjoyed watching these two get to know each other and watching all that tension and frustration grow, develop into new feelings, and turn flammable and combust into an amazing display of fireworks . The Chemistry between these two is incredible. I love how Andrew interacted with Isobel too. That little girl is just way too cute and has no fear. I think she's probably scared a few years off Susana and Andrew's lives from some of the mischief she finds herself in. There is drama, mystery, an interesting secret that is revealed, and suspense to go along with a really great romance story with the perfect amount of hot and steamy. There are a few twists and turns that I certainly did not see coming. Each twist revealed major details or events, a few of those I did not see coming at al. I don't want to tell you about the drama, the mystery, or the secrets. I don't want to spoil it for you. So grab your copy of Susana and the Scot, find a comfy place to sit, and start to devour this fabulous book. I think you are going to love it. I know I certainly did. I can't wait to see what Sabrina York has in store for Lana and the Laird. Her story will be out in March. I have a feeling it will be wonderful and well worth the wait even if I will be impatiently waiting. I was given the opportunity to read this great story so that I may share my thoughts with you. As always it has been my great pleasure to share my thoughts with you on Susana and the Scot.
Sabrina York's newest release, Susana and the Scot is an amazing read. This gem of a book was a pleasure to read. Susana and Andrew's story has such lovable characters, even that imp Isobel, that I was sorry the story ended. Susana and the Scot is a fast paced read with plenty of action and suspense, drama and sizzle, along with Sabrina York's own brand of humor in just the perfect amounts to make this book into the great read it is. Ms York has given me many hours of entertainment with her well written books and this book is only more proof that she has earned her spot as one of my favorite wordsmiths. I look forward to reading more from Sabrina in the future. Susana and the Scot is book 2 of the Untamed Highlanders Series, but it can be read as a stand alone. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger. I received a copy of this book from NetGalley for review purposes.
Andrew, the brother of Alexander, has been sent (he believes banished) to Reay to help with the threats in Cathness County, all seemingly aimed at his new sister-in-law’s family and lands. Caught kissing the youngest Dounreay sister, this ‘assignment’ from his brother was announced shortly thereafter. Several years younger than Alexander (Laird Dunnet), Andrew was spared the worst of his guardian’s wrath, and has led a fairly unchallenged life. His best friend and man-at-arms, Hamish, along with a small cadre of men, have been dispatched to deal with threats to the land. Susana is the middle child, determined to live her life on her own terms. Widowed with a young daughter, Isobel, Susana is a practiced archer, and has decided she can be responsible for the security of the castle and lands. Quick to ire and slow to apologize, Susana is openly defiant of convention, and unwilling to accept the many suitors for her hand. Particularly galling are the ‘clearances’ during the time, when peasants and farmers are being shunted off lands they have worked for years, in an attempt to increase profitability of holdings for the English Noblemen to whom they are beholden. These two are just funny: instantly Susana knows Andrew from their time in Perth, and she is determined to make his stay unpleasant in the hopes he will leave. Many women have crossed Andrew’s path since his encounter with Mairi in Perth. Such a dunderhead, he isn’t able to add two and two and see four, in the form of Susana, standing in front of him. He’s attracted, frustrated, bewildered and captivated by the flame-haired termagant, and constantly frustrated by her lack of hospitality and openness regarding the defenses. And then there is Isobel, this young girl is a true hellion, apple not falling far from the tree. She’s scampering about the castle, on the roof, or practicing her archery by shooting the books she doesn’t like, in the library. Completely spoilt, she’s an adventure seeker, wanting nothing more than her own sword and a few cakes. Probably more than a few cakes… “At his predatory surveillance, she picked up a cake, and licked it. Then, in succession, licked them all.” That is Isobel in a nutshell, always in the middle, always with an observation that comes as a shock to the adults, much to her mother’s consternation. I loved these three, and it truly is a romance and courting of a family coming together. Andrew is the last (actual last) person to realize that Susana is the Mairi from Perth, and Isobel bears him a striking resemblance. Everyone allows them the time to dance about their feelings and the white-hot attraction, and it isn’t until Isobel is captured with Hamish that the bond between them becomes visible to them all. And who’s clever idea was it to hide munitions, papers and flame starters in a solar, and leave little Isobel there on her own? Again, people of the day (as was the norm) dismiss females as witless mice, unable or too cowed by fear to act decisively. Laugh out loud moments, sweetly heartwarming moments between Andrew and Isobel, the white hot attraction of Andrew and Susana and a chilling plot that threatens the lives of Isobel, Hamish and Andrew, this story is a read in one sitting then read again as we await Lana’s story. No second book in the series slump here, York brings her talent in creating characters to the story, keeping the plot moving forward and using humor and one exuberant little girl as a pivot point, bringi
Andrew is sent to protect the lands his brother has received in marriage where he meets Susana. Susana is keeping a secret and even though the chemistry between Andrew and Susana is hot, she pushes him away. Will Andrew bring down her defenses and learn the truth? This is a fast paced, excellent historical romance. I loved both Andrew and Susana. The story is wonderful, a great read!
Years lost and a love that never died provides the basis for the second book in Sabrina York's Untamed Highlander series, Susana and the Scot. Many writers have great story ideas but what makes Ms. York's stand out is her ability to put an original voice to her characters. Beyond the romance in this work, which was molten hot, there was a strong foundation of family and friend relationships that were at various points amusing, frustrating and always touching in the sentiment displayed. Extremely well written, the journey of the hero and heroine in this tale to find their happiness was pure Sabrina York at her author best! *I received this ARC via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.* *While this book is part of a series it can be read as a stand alone.*
No one tells a tale like Ms. York. She has mastered the historical romance genre. This is book two in the Untamed Highlanders series and it follows Andrew as he is sent on a mission by his brother (Alexander) to provide security and protection to Dounreay Castle. Once he arrives, he meets Susana. She greets him with nothing but hostility wants nothing to do with him. Susana acts nothing like a proper lady and does everything possible to undermine Andrew and his mission. Andrew is intrigued by Susana and can't escape the idea that she reminds him of his first love that still haunts him. Susana is hiding a secret that she will keep from him at almost any cost. What follows is a phenomenal historical romance that kept me turning pages as quickly as possible. The author has created a story that makes you feel as you are immersed in their world and following along with the characters as their tale unfolds. While Susana and the Scot is book 2 in a series, it is a stand alone novel. You will lose nothing by reading them out of order, however it is so good that you will want to read book 1 (Hannah and the Highlander) as well. This is a must read for fans of the genre and I would highly recommend it for all romance fans.
So nice to finally see a big strong man who was not afraid to show a sensitive side. Arrogant, stubborn and conceited all applied to Andrew but I like to think of him as a romantic at heart. Why else would he keep subjecting himself to Susana's fiery temper? Ms. York created a great character in Susana. Just as brash as Andrew but more opinionated. A scandalously hot tug of war that is every bit as winning a love story as it is an adventure. I received an ARC of Susana and the Scot in exchange for an honest review.