Elizabeth St. Claire has always been hard to please. Dreaming solely of Highlander men her whole life, no prancing London Lord can stand a chance at winning her heart...
… But perhaps a Scotsman can.
Elizabeth watches intrigued as the Highlander of her dreams, a Scotsman named Hamish Robb, arrives to oversee her season at the behest of her cousin, the Duke of Caithness. Elizabeth doesn’t hide her feelings for the striking Scot. But Hamish, determined to obey his order to protect the St. Claire sisters, steadfastly rejects her every seducing lure.
Believing that the debutante Elizabeth deserves a better, wealthier man, Hamish continues to turn away from her affection, even though he doesn’t exactly want to. Can this Highlander Scot resist the tempting seductress’ attempts to win his heart?
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.
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The door closed on Lords Twiggenberry and Blackworth, and Elizabeth St. Claire collapsed on the divan. "Thank heaven they're gone," she gusted. They'd stayed far too long for a morning call. Aside from that, Twiggenberry's pungent pomade made her stomach churn.
"That is hardly polite," Anne said with a sniff, primly taking a sip of her tea. Though to be fair, Anne was prim in all things.
"That Twiggenberry is an excellent prospect," Aunt Esmeralda said with her eyes aglow. Her chins quivered with excitement. It was her fervent goal to get all of her nieces married into the highest echelons of the ton or die trying.
Elizabeth suppressed a shudder. Or perhaps she didn't suppress it. Twiggenberry was, after all, shudder worthy. Especially when he nattered on about his mama and her "expectations" for his wife. "I'm sure he and Anne will make a fine match," she said with a barely hidden smirk.
Four heads whipped around. "Are you daft?" Mary said. The youngest of the St. Claire four, she was barely out of leading strings. This would be her first season and she was over the moon for the coming events. "Twiggenberry only had eyes for you, Lizzie."
Egads. What a horrible thought. He was hardly the kind of man she had dreamed of marrying. For one thing, like his name, he was tall and slender and had a sharply carved face with wooden expressions. She could only imagine, should he kiss her, she might come away with scratches. And then there was that stench. Her nostrils twitched at the memory. Or, perhaps, the lingering scent of him in the room. "I am certain he was staring at Anne," she felt compelled to suggest.
"Only when Anne mentioned her fondness for books," Victoria quipped.
Mary nodded. "And then, in horror."
Victoria leaned in and whispered, sotto voce, "No doubt Mama would not approve of a wife who reads."
"How vulgar," Mary warbled in a tone far too like Lady Twiggenberry's for comfort.
"Please do stop," Anne said on a sigh. As the oldest she was somber and long-suffering, but with younger sisters like the irrepressible Elizabeth, Victoria, and Mary, she would be. Dealing with them was, she often said, like herding kittens in a henhouse.
"You do need to marry too," Elizabeth reminded her. Their cousin — very far removed — the Duke of Caithness, upon whose generosity they were living, had insisted on it.
Anne came as close to putting out a lip as her nature would allow. "I am firmly on the shelf," she said, and not for the first time. Elizabeth was sure she caught a hint of satisfaction in her tone. When their parents had died, the girls' dreams of a season had died with them. It had not been until they'd been embraced by the duke that such opportunities had returned to them. Although Elizabeth suspected Anne had been relieved by the reprieve. Balls and soirees and manic husband hunting had never suited her. She was much more at home in a quiet library with her nose deep in a historical treatise or some scientific exploration.
Bluestocking was hardly a kind word, but Anne embodied and embraced it. She had no desire to marry and didn't believe in love at all.
"No worries. We will find the right husbands for each of you," Aunt Esmeralda averred and, as she was absorbed with the cake she was nibbling, she missed Anne's grimace. "Soon the duke will arrive. He will wave his ducal wand and the suitors shall come out of the woodwork. How could they resist? Four beautiful sisters from a good family with healthy dowries thanks to a duke of the realm?"
"A Scottish duke," Victoria reminded her. Lords of London were frequently unimpressed by anything in the least Scottish.
Esmeralda fluttered a dismissive hand. "He is still a duke. And he is an extraordinarily wealthy man. And a powerful force to be reckoned with. His influence will see you all to rights. Mark my words."
Elizabeth nodded, but only to be polite. Since she'd learned of Lachlan Sinclair's existence, she'd fantasized about the duke. He was handsome, titled, and wealthy beyond imagining. How wondrous would it be to meet such a man and have him fall irrevocably in love with her? But of course, the thing that most captivated her wasn't his title or his wealth. It was the fact that he was a Scotsman.
She'd been fascinated with all things Scottish since she'd been a girl.
They'd traveled there once, long ago, before Mama and Papa had died, and Elizabeth had fallen in love. With the food, the scent in the air, the rawness of the landscape, the people ... Everything had enraptured her.
Beyond that, her friend Catherine Ross, who'd been raised in the Highlands, fueled her imagination with tales of the brave young Scots lad who had saved her life — and kissed her. How romantic was it that Catherine and that boy — now a man — had just become engaged? Catherine was living with them at Sinclair House while the banns were being read, but this morning, she had claimed a megrim and was sleeping in.
Of course, Elizabeth knew the truth. It wasn't a megrim. Catherine couldn't stand Twiggenberry's pomade either.
Fortunately for her, Catherine had found her man. And what a man he was. Duncan Mackay was tall, dark, and braw, the quintessential Scotsman from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Not a hint of pomade to be found. It was hard not to be jealous, but Elizabeth loved Catherine and her friend deserved the best.
Still, she could not help fantasizing about a Scot for herself.
It was probably to be expected that she should fall love with the duke without even laying eyes on him. That he had saved them from penury hadn't hurt.
Oh, how devastated she'd been when word had come that the duke had taken a bride.
She'd gone into an absolute decline.
Anne had not been sympathetic to her sister's melodrama. But then Anne didn't share Elizabeth's attraction to brawny Highlanders. In fact, she rather despised them.
It hadn't always been that way. During their one sojourn to the north, Anne had met a boy and fallen in love with him. She'd been crushed to find her beau in the arms of another woman. It had completely shattered her heart and she'd never looked at another man since. But in truth, it was Scotsmen who took the brunt of her disdain. Faithless philanderers, all of them, she avowed, which Elizabeth found to be patently unfair.
Only one of them had broken her heart.
"I cannot wait to finally meet the duke," Victoria sighed.
"Me either," Mary said.
Elizabeth merely sniffed. The man was taken now and useless to her. From all accounts, he was madly in love with his new wife. "Does he have a brother, do you suppose?"
Aunt Esmeralda frowned at her. "You know he does not."
"I've told you everything about him, gel."
She probably had, but Elizabeth had long ago learned to tune her aunt out when she pontificated. And she did go on. "Do you suppose there are more cakes?" she asked instead, staring at the empty plate.
"You shouldn't eat too many," Esmeralda said. "You will plump out."
"Men love rounded women," Victoria exclaimed, though how she would know was a mystery. Or perhaps she also wanted more cakes. "I shall ring for Henley."
But there was no need. Just then, Henley scratched on the parlor door.
"Come!" Aunt Esmeralda barked, sounding no less regal than the Queen of Sheba.
"Milady. You have ... visitors." This he said with a sniff. Above all things, Henley was a proper English butler. He could convey a novel with a look. And this look said he was utterly unimpressed with the persons in the foyer. "They're ... Scotsmen."
"Oooh!" Elizabeth leaped to her feet and straightened her dress and smoothed her hair. "How exciting. The duke is here." Finally, she'd be able to hear that lovely Scottish brogue again. How she'd missed it.
Her sisters all perked up as well, and Aunt Esmeralda went a little pink in the cheeks. Her lips puffed out and she snapped open her fan.
A widow, woman of the world, and lady of the top shelf of the ton, Esmeralda Van Cleve was rarely ruffled, so it was amusing to witness her agitation. She took a moment to collect herself and then imposingly intoned, "Do send him in." Then she stood and took a moment to strike a pose before the fireplace, looking nothing less than a sovereign monarch standing for a portrait.
Elizabeth bit back a smile. This was too amusing.
When the door swung open, however, her attention snapped to the two men standing in the foyer. Surely one of them was the duke —
But, oh dear.
Neither of them looked in the least ducal.
In fact, they appeared bedraggled and travel worn and rather ... ordinary.
Well, one of them was a little more than ordinary. Though he wore dusty clothes and scuffed boots, he was tall, broad, and striking. His face was beautifully sculpted and raw, like the tors. His chin was square and he had laughing green eyes. And his hair ... a lovely shade of burnished red.
When he looked at her and smiled, and a dimple winked on his cheek, her knees went weak.
Elizabeth knew this man was not the duke, because Lachlan Sinclair had hair the color of ink.
Oddly enough, the other man — no less imposing — had sandy brown hair tied back in a queue.
Clearly, from this, and their bearing, neither of these men was the long-awaited duke.
Aunt Esmeralda, taking their measure and coming to the same conclusion, deflated. "Oh, I say," she said. Apparently it was all she could manage.
"Lady Van Cleve." The man with the brown hair stepped forward and bowed. "I am Ranald Gunn, Baron of Bower, and this is Hamish Robb."
Ooh. His name was Hamish. It suited him.
"We are emissaries of the duke."
"Emissaries?" A squawk. Oh, Esmeralda was not pleased in the least.
"Aye, my lady. His Grace sent us in his stead with the mission of seeing your girls through the season."
"Emissaries?" Apparently she could process nothing further.
"Aye, my lady."
Esmeralda tipped back her head so she could look down her nose at these emissaries. "But the duke was supposed to come."
"He sends his regrets," the baron said in a warm, sincere tone. In fact, everything about him was warm and sincere, and Elizabeth liked him at once.
"Do come in and sit down," she said, because it was the polite thing to do and her aunt appeared to have forgotten herself. "Henley, can you bring more tea and cakes?"
"Especially more cakes," Victoria chirped.
"You must be tired and thirsty." Elizabeth shot a glance at Hamish to find him smiling at her again.
"It was a long ride," the baron responded, tugging her attention away from those entrancing green eyes. Like the rolling hills of the Highlands, they were.
"Please, sit," Anne bestirred herself to say. She hardly even curled her nose.
When they did take their seats, puffs of dust arose; Esmeralda made a sound that was something like a squeak.
Nonplussed, Hamish brushed more dust onto the carpet.
"Do tell us all about your journey," Mary said, her eyes alight. "I want to hear every detail." Mary had always been entranced with the prospect of traveling, though she'd had very few opportunities. She'd been but a babe when they'd visited Scotland.
"First things first," Esmeralda said cuttingly.
"Introductions?" Elizabeth asked.
Her aunt fixed her with a bemused look. Though why she was bemused was a mystery. Anyone who was anyone knew that introductions were always the first thing.
"Oh, all right," she huffed. "Ranald Gunn. Hamish Robb. These girls are Anne, Elizabeth, Victoria, and Mary," she said, rudely pointing at them in turn.
"And you are the incomparable Lady Esmeralda," Hamish said with a wink.
This blandishment had the desired effect. Aunt Esmeralda softened. A tad.
"We've heard all about your amazing exploits, all the way up to Duncansby Head," he continued.
Elizabeth suppressed a shudder at his mellifluous tone. Oh, he had a beautiful voice. And when he was about the business of smoothing ruffled feathers, he was very good.
"Yes, well," Esmeralda grumbled. "Of course you have."
"His Grace speaks very highly of you," the baron said. "He counts himself as very lucky to have you to guide his cousins through the coils of the season."
"Well, he would." Esmeralda practically preened.
"And we are honored to be here in his stead."
This seemed to bring the maven back to the ground. She cleared her throat in a rumble. "Which begs the question ... Why has the duke deserted us?"
"Och!" the baron said. "'Tis nothing of the sort." He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "His wife is increasing."
"Pish," Esmeralda sputtered. "He could have come without her."
Hamish laughed and Elizabeth found herself staring at him once more. It was a lovely sound and transformed his face from intriguing to downright irresistible. "If you knew Lachlan, you would understand. He's no' leaving Lana. Ever."
The Baron of Bower nodded. "True love, that. They are inseparable."
"That is so romantic," Victoria gushed.
"That is so annoying," Esmeralda snapped. "The duke promised to attend the season."
"Dear aunt." Anne reached over and patted her hand. "The duke has generously agreed to finance us. I think we can be gracious in understanding his regrets."
"I promise you, we will do all in our power to make him proud," the baron said.
"But can you reel in the lords?"
The baron paled. "I beg your pardon?"
Esmeralda's bountiful bosom swelled. "These girls need suitors. Titled suitors. Wealthy suitors. We were counting on the duke's name to attract them."
"We still have that connection with the duke," Anne assured her.
"But it is nowhere near as sensational as having a duke to parade around." Was that the hint of a pout in Esmeralda's tone?
"I'm quite certain the duke would not appreciate being paraded anyway," Elizabeth felt obligated to say.
"Nonsense. Dukes love pomp and circumstance."
The baron bit back a smile. "Not Lachlan Sinclair, madam. He is a very private man."
"Well, what good is that?" Esmeralda barked. "What is the point of being a duke if you aren't going to rub it in people's faces?"
There was no answer to that. Fortunately, Henley arrived just then with the refreshed tea tray and what followed was a genial conversation as the men tucked in to finger sandwiches and cakes. It was clear they would have preferred something stronger than tea, but neither complained.
As they ate, they shared the details of their journey and answered all of Mary's questions with an amiable aplomb. For her part, Elizabeth was content to sit and listen to the melodious accents and watch as Hamish devoured his food. He really was a very handsome man. Beyond that, she liked his smile and the twinkle in his eye.
She liked it a bit too much, considering he was here to be her protector during the season. She couldn't help her mind from wandering. Imagining what it would be like to be held in those muscular arms, to be kissed by those beautiful lips. More than once he caught her gaze upon him and he would smile at her. Each time, her heart fluttered.
She was probably being a silly girl. She knew nothing about him. Certainly not if he was married.
She found she really wanted to know.
But there was no time or opportunity to ask. As soon as the men finished eating, her aunt sprang to her feet and gusted a sigh. "Well, it was lovely getting to know you. You will probably want to be heading off to your lodgings to rest."
"Oh," said the baron. "We'll be staying here."
Esmeralda's eyes went wide. Her nostrils flared. "You're not staying here."
The baron pulled a crumpled letter from his pocket and handed it over. As Esmeralda scanned it, her face puckered. "Why, yes ma'am. We are," he said. "The duke insisted upon it."
Ach. This was going to be difficult, Hamish thought as the disgruntled butler and young footman — who carried their bags — led them up the sprawling staircase to their rooms, which, for some reason, were at the far end of the east wing, a portion of the mansion that was apparently very rarely used.
And by difficult, he did not refer to the mission the duke had given them. Not even to an unwanted visit to London.
He hadn't expected to be this attracted to one of his charges, and it had hit him like an anvil.
It had been all he could do to maintain a placid demeanor. To not stare.
But damn, she was beautiful.
They all were, the St. Claire sisters. Anne was tall and willowy with serene brown eyes, and Victoria sparkled like a diamond. Even wee Mary was a beauty.
She took his breath away.
Small and elegant with a spritely smile and bouncing black curls, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
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Pick a chair and this book, and prepare to be delighted and amused. Hamish and Ranald are to serve as emissaries in the Duke of Cathness’ stead, to oversee the seasons for the Duke’s newfound cousins. Anne, Elizabeth, Victoria and Mary are living in the Duke’s house, supervised by their aunt Esmerelda. The Duke has provided them money for the season and it’s accoutrements, as well as dowries, to see these girls wed and happy. But, the Scotsmen in London, especially during the season, are sure to bring no end of curiosity. These four sisters are clever, fun, a bit headstrong and wholly intriguing. And on the surface, their aunt Esmerelda is ruling with an iron fist, solidly grounded in the ways of the ton, and wholly appropriate for their sponsor – as she is a highly placed dowager in society. Oh this was such fun, and so many characters familiar from earlier books in the series, and plenty of action and moments to laugh. From Hamish being manhandled (and nearly ravaged) by the leading light in a retiring room at Almack’s their first night out as chaperones, to the leading contender for Elizabeth’s hand being named Twiggenberry, and replete odorous pomade, the back and forth here is funny, as the fires burn for all the young women, just not as their aunt would have it. A kidnapping, two runaways and two harrowing treks to Gretna Green have the verra capable Hamish and Ranald near their wits’ end, with both finding themselves in quandaries: serve their Duke and see them married, or allow love to grow and perhaps risk his wrath. From Anne’s solid protestations of being ‘out of the frenzy’, to Mary’s starry-eyed love, Elizabeth’s naiveté wrapped in the desire of her heart and Victoria’s inability to keep a secret in the midst of her outrageous utterances, the story is wonderfully quick to move, and readers of the series will instantly recognize (and love the insertions) from friends and family met earlier in the series. If you’ve not read the series, after the epilogue, you most certainly will want to grab every book in the series – and be prepared for laughter, heart, steam and plenty of happy endings. I can’t wait for the stories of Isobel and Catriona and their debuts in London – I know that these are characters that everyone can find someone to love within! York has done it again – melded great romance and plenty of obstacles to show the power of love winning out – and taking readers on a journey full of heart. 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.
Sabrina York has hit another one out of the park with The Highlander Is All That. I'm giving this book 5 stars, only because I can't give it 6. Ms York has delivered a well-written book. Her characters are truly amazing in this book. Kudos to Ms York for the characters and dialog in this fun book. Buckle your seat belts for the rollercoaster ride that is Elizabeth and Hamish's story. There is plenty of drama, action, suspense and sizzle that will hold readers hostage to their e-readers. As an added bonus, you also get the mini stories of Elizabeth's sisters woven into this story. I loved this book from cover to cover and look forward to my next read by the talented Sabrina York. The Highlander Is All That is book 3.5 of the Untamed Highlanders Series but can 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.
LOVED this book! It's another sexy romance with a Scottish Highlander written as only the Queen of Hotness herself can write. I loved the characters and the way the author immersed me in their story and the time period. Anytime a woman is feeling unappreciated or having poor options, all we need to do is to read one of these books and see what it's really like to have no options. There's just something about the author's Highlanders that reaches right out of the pages to grab my attention and hold it until the very last page. Fans of the genre will love this book. While this is part of a series, this is a stand alone novel, however, it's so good that you really owe it to yourself to read them all. The author is on my must read authors' list.
You know you are in for an exceptional reading experience when you start a new book and you realize as you read the first chapter you are totally captivated by the author’s storyline and totally drawn to its main characters of Edward (Nick) Wyeth, Viscount Stirling a swoon worthy patient and sometimes frustrated hero and Isobel Lochlannach a strong willed and independent Scottish lass who is very opinionated when it came to her feelings about English Lords, love and marriage. One of my all-time favorite genres to read is Scottish Highlander Regency Romances. In my opinion this novel is an example of Scottish Romance at its Best! This story had it all, impeccable writing, strong multi- dimensional characters that are believable and endearing, a plot with substance that is masterfully written and keeps the reader interested in how it will end as well as twists, turns and an epilogue that enhances the plot. It has all the elements of a really good romance with just the right amount of emotion, drama and wit. Many people purchase a book by storyline for that reason I don’t do detailed storyline spoilers. I feel it is unfair to the author to describe the book in detail when writing is their livelihood. In my personal opinion, this story is an outstanding read that I highly recommend. I received an advanced readers copy from the Publisher through NetGalley for my honest opinion. It was a pleasure to read and review this book.
More fast paced, than past books I have read, but fun and heart warming
Oh, this was so much fun to read...it had me chuckling all the way through. Sabrina has a gift and I have got to make it a priority to read her backlist, especially Nobel Passions series. Many of these characters spill from that series into the Untamed Highlanders. Thank you Sabrina and St. Martin's Press for the ARC in exchange for this review. If you remember the new Duke of Caithness is Lachlan from Lana and the Laird #3. Well, he's got 4 distant cousin sisters who have been orphaned and he want's to give them their season in London so they can find husbands. His beloved Lana is expecting so he sends two if his faithful men to oversee their seasons making sure they are well protected. Can you imagine the stir in the Ton of two "wild" highlanders in kilts attending the season's events? They are not well accepted since they don't have the title of Duke but tolerated. I'm afraid Baron Ranald Gunn and Hamish Robb and too much fun appearing "fierce" for the 4 sisters and scaring off the "unsavory" suitors after money and the Duke's favored family. What I enjoyed besides Sabrina's delightful turn of phrase now and then was that each of the 4 sisters get their HEA in this book. And that each had to happen in the order that they did in order for the next sister to find her HEA. This book is primarily about Elizabeth St. Claire and Hamish Robb fighting their attraction. Hamish doesn't feel worthy of Lady Elizabeth since he has no title and is under the mistaken idea that Elizabeth want to live like the London Ton. She has no tolerance for the Ton and only wants the wilds of Scotland where she visited as a teen and fell in love with the land and it's people. There are so many quotes I saved and I will add them to my quotes page instead of here but this book is so colorful and chuckle worthy!
I absolutely LOVED the other books in this series, but for some reason, I just could not get into this one. I liked the storyline, but it was almost as if someone else wrote the book. It had it's moments where I laughed out loud, but some of the dialogue was very amateurish. I'm hoping that the next book in the series is more like books 1-3 than this one, as it was like pulling teeth for me to get through it...
'The Highlander Is All That' by Sabrina York is Book 3.5 in The "Untamed Highlanders" series. This is the story of Elizabeth St. Claire and Hamish Robb. Lizzie and her sisters are a distant cousin to the Scottish Duke of Caithness and would like to see them married. Although Lord Twiggenberry is wanting to make a match with Lizzie she does not want to be with him. Lizzie as a little girl had went to Scotland where that has set in her mind that she like it there along with the men there. Hamish has been sent to help with the protecting of the ladies while they make their way around. Hamish has no title and feels that Lizzie is 'out of his league' but they have get to know each other it is hard to fight their feelings. This book also had some great side characters and their stories.
I loved this book and I love this series! One of the things I like best about this book is there are several romances happening at the same time. The main characters are Hamish Robb and Elizabeth St. Claire their romance is sweet and highly entertaining. Hamish and his friend Ranald Bower have been sent to protect the St. Claire sisters during their season and see to it that they find proper husbands. The connection between Hamish and Elizabeth is instant. Hamish does not have a title and feels unworthy but Elizabeth is determined to seduce Hamish at every turn. Which leads to some very comical situations. The shining stars of this book are the St. Claire sisters themselves. Their sisterly bond and witty dialogue made me laugh throughout the book and I did not want their story to end.
English manners meets Scottish brogue and two handsome, kilt wearing lads in a London setting in this one, my fellow Scottish romance book loving friends. If the book synopsis appeals to you, you’ll likely enjoy Ms. York’s engaging writing and storyline. It contains pretty much a check-off list of romance staples for this genre (forbidden attraction that eventually can’t be denied, likable characters, an interfering force that tries to get in the way, a couple of perilous situations, a patient heroine who won’t settle for anything less than love, and a groveling hero who finally comes to his senses.) Yes, relationship angst and self-denial take center stage the first 40%, as Hamish, the hero, tries to keep his hands and lips off Elizabeth, who he considers forbidden due to his assigned duty to watch over her and his lower station in life. Fortunately for us, Elizabeth is equally stubborn. Elizabeth came across as a sweet but occasionally rebellious English lass who is in love with all things highlander, including Hamish at first sight. It isn’t until almost mid-way through their feelings for each other can no longer be denied. But the path to happily ever afters are rarely smooth. For this couple, the journey was crowded, as well. More than one romance played out in this romantic tale, but, honestly, it didn’t take away from the main couple’s relationship. If you have read the previous books of this stand-alone but connected series, you’ll appreciate the very brief cameo appearances of those book characters near the end. Anne and Ranald become a prominent secondary main couple as their romance unfolds alongside Hamish and Elizabeth’s. I also loved to see just what lengths this posse of sisters would go through to help one another find true happiness. Here’s to hoping my review has been helpful in some way in deciding if this book will be all that and more for you. I certainly enjoyed it. Sabrina York continues to remain on my top Scottish romance author radar, folks. Title: The Highlander is All That, Series: Untamed Highlanders (Book 3.5), Author: Sabrina York, Pages: 257, stand-alone but part of a series, English society manners, Scottish brogue, London setting, alpha good guy heroes, slow build up to very steamy scenes, kidnappings, one attempted rape scene, multi-couples find love, romance safe, no cheating, no love triangle. Book 1 – Hannah and the Highlander, Pages: 352, (Hannah & Alexander), 9/1/15 Book 2 – Susana & the Scot, Pages: 368, (Susana & Andrew), 12/29/15 Book 3 – Lana & the Laird, Pages: 360, (Lachlan & Lana), 5/31/16 Book 3.5 - The Highlander is All That, Pages: 257 (Elizabeth & Hamish), 10/10/17 (I received a free advanced reader copy provided via NetGalley in exchange for a fair review. No type of compensation was given to this reviewer. There is no relationship/affiliation between the reviewer and the author/publisher/NetGalley.)
I really liked this historical read. The story is fast-paced with plenty of drama and so much fun. Hamish and Elizabeth are great characters with plenty of chemistry. This read has lots of supporting characters that are fun as well. I was hooked from beginning to end. A good read.
The four St. Clair sisters are looking for husbands, well, not all. Their new found cousin the Duke of Caithness, has set them up for the season. Anne, Elizabeth, Victoria, and Mary, what they go thru is short of amazing and who they pick. The characters are authentic, compassionate and loving. The descriptions are excellent and you feel like you are part of the story. The plot is full of intrigue, fun, and some confused Scots, The author has set it up so it is an easy read, flows smoothly and you can not put it down. There is always something to keep your interest. I love the part where Hamish meets Lady Jersey, a laugh out loud moment. This is an excellent book and I wish I could give it more than five stars. I received this ARC from Net Galley and voluntarily reviewed.
The Highlander Is All That by Sabrina York Untamed Highlanders #3.5 The St. Claire sisters find themselves on the marriage market in London waiting for their cousin, a Scottish Duke, to arrive to make their entrance into society of greater standing. He does not show up and instead sends two Scotsmen in his place to act as guards. Four sisters will eventually find men to love but perhaps not with men they thought they would end up with when the season begins. There is romance and a kidnapping or two. There are kisses, and glamour and chases to save the kidnapped and balls with dances and beautiful outfits and wanted suitors and unwanted suitors and surprises that try to put monkey wrenches into the plans for happiness…until…the monkeys wielding the wrenches are removed. The writing is well done and fun. The characters are varied and easy to dis/like. The couples are perfect for one another. The difficulties to overcome are believable. At the end of the story I was left feeling all had come right for the St. Claire sisters and their cousin AND some of the side characters mentioned caught my reader’s eye and made me wonder if they had stories already written that might be available for me to read. Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press-Swerve – This is my honest review. 4 Stars
Elizabeth and her 3 sisters are about to be turned out for the "season' in England, so they can find the "appropriate' husbands. The Duke of Hamish has been funding their season and, since he can't come because his wife is close to birth, he sends his two best friends, two Scottish men!!! Oh, the horror! Elizabeth is being hounded by a creepy 'lord' that she can't stand but, there's something about Hamish that draws her. Hamish is also drawn to Elizabeth but, he is a Scot and, not a Lord so, he doesn't feel that he is good enough for a lady of Elizabeth's standing. The love matches that these women make on their own, much to their aunt's dismay and, the merriment that ensues from onset to happy endings is classic Sabrina York and, the only reason that I LOVE HER Historical books!!!!
Elizabeth and her sisters are beginning their first season at the direction of their cousin a Scottish duke. While Elizabeth isn’t averse to finding a husband, what she really wants is a Scotsman. Hamish and his friend are sent to London to act as emissaries for the duke in overseeing the St. Claire’s girls as they are led by their aunt on a husband hunt. This is a fun rowdy story with plenty of laughs especially when the sisters are all together. The beginning felt rushed between Elizabeth and Hamish and I wasn’t particular to her lack of innocence or his fear and angst when put in a compromising position. However, at around the fifty percent mark this book took off and I fell in love with pretty much everything afterwards. It’s a fast read with witty dialogue, villains, humor and a bit of steam. This is an honest review of an advanced copy provided by NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press. Multi POV Safe Possible trigger
I love this book! Anne, Elizabeth, Victoria and Mary live in London with their Aunt Esmeralda as their parents are deceased. They are distantly related to the Scottish Duke of Caithness who would like to see them find husbands. He sends Hamish Robb and Ranald Gunn, Baron of Bower, to watch over them and scrutinize their suitors. Elizabeth is the main heroine, but all the sisters find their true love. It’s one of the things I enjoyed about this book – more than one HEA. Elizabeth remembers visiting Scotland as a child and would prefer living there to London. She is being pursued by Lord Twiggenberry, who she does not care for. However, she finds Hamish very attractive and doesn’t mind he does not have a title. Anne, the eldest, is quiet and bookish but something draws her to Ranald, a widower who would like to remarry as he has a young daughter. Victoria and Mary also fall in love and with men that may surprise you. This book has a lot going on and I don’t like to ruin a wonderful story. I liked that the epilogue features their friends from the earlier books in the Untamed Highlander series as the sisters move to their new homes in Scotland. I’m looking forward to the next installment as the young girls grow up. I received an ARC of this book from NetGalley and no one influenced my review.