I am Dageus MacKeltar, a man with one good conscience and thirteen bad ones, driven to sate my darkest desires…
From his penthouse lair high above Manhattan, Dageus looks out over a glittering city that calls to the darkness within him. A sixteenth-century Scot trapped between worlds, he is fighting a losing battle with the thirteen Druids who possess his soul, dooming him to an eternity of sexual pursuit. When Chloe Zanders, student of antiquities, is drawn into his world, she finds the insatiable alpha male an irresistible lure.Before long, she is caught up in an ancient prophecy that will sweep her back into time to medieval Scotland. Plunged into a world of timeless magic and dark seduction, she will soon face the challenge of a lifetime: fighting thirteen evil spirits for the heart of one irresistible man….
This book may contain explicit intimate scenes, so if you are not 18+ then I probably wouldn’t recommend it for younger readers.
The MacKeltar men are one of a kind, powerful, brave, menacing, but most of all when they love, they give their whole heart and love fiercely. They come from a long line of male druids – ones who are blessed with powers to protect the land and their people. When they find their life mate, they say a special vow an if its repeated back to them, it bonds them forever – an eternity – clear into their next lives. They are warriors packed with power an a tremendous amount of stamina. With The Dark Highlander, we have Dageus who has 13 evil druid souls trapped within his body,consuming him and making him grow darker each day – making him soul-less and darkening his tiger eyes to mere blackness. He hides away from his twin brother Drustan, admitting to him that he is fine, that there is nothing to worry about while he tries to find a way to get rid of the evil druid souls and be a whole man again and thats where he meets curious artifact enthusiast, Chloe Zanders. The moment he meets her, he knows he wants her and will do anything to have and possess her soul. She is the light in his dark world that he needs and craves to keep his demons at bay. With time slowly running out and his soul darkening by the hour, he takes Chloe on his wild ride trying to find any information to help him be the man he once was.
Karen always manages to add just the right amount of humor to her highlanders – so much so that I can’t help to chuckle at them many many times before the book is over. There was many things and moments that I was fond of in this book. I liked how when Chloe and Dageus first meet, how he finds her rummaging
under his bed and he thought he was in for a treat; How he calls her Chloe lass (so sweet!); He was very persistent on getting Chloe to give into him and he told her once she goes there, he isn’t going back or stopping, he is going forward; When he mended Chloe after she got hurt; and how and when he returned to her in the end. I just love how Karen brings her highlanders to life, especially her druid ones – they are highly interesting especially with their druid magic powers and how they bind to their life mate with that special vow. I have yet to see any other author write or create tales such as Karen does.
Chloe kept her expression bland. He looked immensely pleased with himself this morning, and there was no way she was letting him know she’d had even one nocturnal thought about him. “I can’t remember,” she said, blinking guilelessly. “In fact, I slept so deeply I don’t think I dreamt at all.” “Indeed,” he murmured. When he moved forward, she nearly jumped out of her skin, but he simply reached behind her and pulled the door to her bedchamber shut. Then backed her against it. “Hey,” she snapped. “I sought but to give you a good morrow kiss, lass. ‘Tis a Scots custom.” She craned her neck, scowling up at him, and gave him a look that said Yeah, right, nice try. “A wee one. No tongue. I promise,” he said, his lips curving faintly. “You never give up, do you?” “I never will, sweet. Doona you know that by now?” Oooh, that was beginning to take on shades of her dream. And he’d called her “sweet,” a little endearment. She damped her mouth shut and shook her head.
The legendary Tuatha De Danaan had come! And what did the grand Keltar laird do? Fainted like a willy-nilly peahen.
“I always want you, Chloe-lass,” he murmured suddenly in a low voice, for her ears only. “There’s no’ a moment that I doona.”
“Have I told you, Chloe-lass, that you’re beautiful?” he said softly. She narrowed her eyes. If he thought a generic compliment would buy him a kiss, he was sadly mistaken.
he kiss he gave her was not meant to seduce, it was meant to mark a woman’s soul, and it was working. Dominant like the man, hungry, demanding. Beckoning forth the secret Chloe that harbored hunger every bit as deep as his. He was a dark, seductive shadow, all around her, and she was drowning in him.
“Chloe-lass, I’m going to keep you.” “Keep me, my ass,” she snapped. “I don’t agree to being kept.” “Forever,” he said, with a chilling smile. “And you will.”
“You know I’m no’ a good man,” he said, his voice deceptively gentle, belying the steel beneath it. “I’ve made no excuses. I’ve given you no pretty lies. You came with me anyway. Doona pretend you doona know what I want and doona think to deny me. Twice now you’ve tried to go back. There is no going back with me, Chloe-lass.”
“You’ve been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass,” he purred, meaning himself.
She’d accepted his blade and stayed. She didn’t ken the full significance of that. When a Druid offered his favored weapon, his Selvar, the one he wore against his skin, to a woman, he offered his protection. His guardianship. Forever. And she’d taken it.
He closed his fingers around hers before she might snatch it away. Her wee hand was nearly swallowed by his. It meant more to him than kisses. More even than bedplay. When women sought him for sex, it was for their pleasure. But Chloe’s small hand had been given without taking.
“They’re good men. The best. Keep an open mind and heart, because I can tell you one thing for sure: when these Keltars love, they love completely and forever.”
He was waiting, one strong hand outstretched. She had no idea what he was doing, or where he thought he was going. He was asking her to say “yes” without knowing. He was asking for that leap of faith Gwen had warned her about. For the second time in less than forty-eight hours, the man was asking her to throw all caution to the wind and leap with him, trusting that he wouldn’t let her fall.
“Wow,” was all she could manage. Beside her, she felt Dageus stiffen. For a moment, it seemed the hall grew markedly cooler. “The lasses have oft said I am more handsome,” he said icily. “And a better lover.” Chloe blinked up at him. “So doona be ogling him. He’s married, lass.” “I wasn’t ogling,” she protested, knowing full well she’d been ogling. “And if I was, it’s only because you didn’t warn me that you were twins.” He gave her a dark look. “Besides, he only had a towel on,” she justified. “I doona care if he had naught but his skin on. ’Tisn’t polite to ogle another woman’s husband.”
She loved him. She’d said it. Of course she’d shouted it at him, but a man could deal with that when the woman loved him more than the whole world was big. He laughed exultantly, turned sharply on his heel, and hurried off to catch her. And to tell her that, since he was bigger, he was fair certain he loved her more.
He stared at her a long moment, his eyes narrowed. “Lass,” he said softly, “if you tried to leave me, I fear I wouldn’t let you. I fear I would do whatever I had to do, no matter how ruthless, to keep you.” “I consider myself warned,” she said pertly. “Trust me, I’m not going anywhere. Now tell me.”
“What if I told you that when you kiss me, lass, I doona feel cursed? That mayhap your kisses could save me. Would you?”
“Come with me, lass.” His voice was low and urgent. “Think of your Scots blood. Doona you wish to stand on the soil of your ancestors? Doona you wish to see the heathery fields and moors? The mountains and the lochs? I’m no’ a man who oft makes promises, but I promise you this”—he broke off, laughing softly as if at some private joke—“I can show you a Scotland no other man could ever show you.”
Devil and Angel: he, seduced by her lightness; she, tempted by his darkness. Each drawn to what they lacked.
He had the wild, true heart of a child, in the body of a jaded man. Intensely guarded, unless he chose to give it, yet once given, it was given completely. Without thought to his own survival.