What’s better than a hot Scottish laird in a kilt? A hot, kilted Scottish laird who’s also a werewolf alpha, of course. Read on…
THE OFFICIAL BLURB: It’s a matter of pride. Modern-day werewolf laird Ian MacNeill reluctantly allows a film production company to use his castle, but he knows his secretive clan has a big problem when a beautiful red werewolf female who insists she’s working on the film keeps showing up in the wrong places. It’s also a matter of pleasure. Julia Wildthorn is not who she says she is—she’s sneaking into Argent Castle to steal an ancient relic for her grandfather and to do research for her next werewolf romance novel. When she catches a glimpse of Ian, she realizes he’s the perfect hero.
MY THOUGHTS: There are lots of lupus garou running around the Scottish countryside, but they aren’t all the ones we think. Heart of the Highland Wolf starts off with a bang—literally—as a gunshot forces romance novelist Julia (posing as a movie production assistant) and her friend Maria to drive their rental car off the side of a hill. Good thing Ian MacNeill and his brother Marcus are nearby to track down and rescue the women. From beginning to end, the pace moves along swiftly, making for a fun romantic read.
I loved having the heroine, Julia, be not only a romance novelist but a paranormal romance novelist who writes about werewolves. How funny is that? It adds a layer of humor on top of the mystery that unfolds about her grandfather and her own family history that took place in Argent Castle. As much as I enjoy a good romp through the 16th century, it was also fun to have a hot, modern-day Scottish laird as the hunky hero.
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