From the acclaimed
author of the Dark Sword novels comes a thrilling spin off series in which
ancient magic in the modern world ignites a timeless passion…
A MYSTERY OUT OF
TIME
Gwynn Austin has no idea why her father has
disappeared on a mysterious trip to Scotland. When she goes on a
desperate mission to search for him she finds more than she bargains for in a
ruggedly handsome, wickedly exciting Highlander who exudes danger and mystery.
And when she discovers her own link to Scotland, she’ll have to trust her heart
to help lead her….
A LEGEND IN THE FLESH
Propelled through time by powerful Druid Magic,
Logan Hamilton uses his immortality and powers of the god inside him to help
prevent the awakening of an ancient evil in the modern world. He never expects
to find help in the form of a beautiful, alluring, and all too tempting woman
whose passion and strength matches his own. Together, Logan and Gywnn must
fight for their love—before a demon from the past destroys them both…
Which Warrior can alter reality?
He was captured by Isla when she was forced to serve
Deirdre. He was raised in captivity before his god was released. There was something
about his blood that could cure anything. Though most Warriors’ blood
could heal other Warriors, his could heal anyone and anything.
Meet Author Donna Grant!
Donna Grant is the
bestselling, award winning author of more than twenty-five novels spanning
multiple genres of romance.
She was born and raised in
Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United
States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the
Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy”
side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.
Her childhood dream was to
become a professional ballet dancer and study under the amazing Mikhail
Baryshnikov. Though she never got to meet Baryshnikov, she did make it to New
York City and performed in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Later, Donna’s
love of the romance genre and the constant stories running through her head
prompted her to sit down and write her first book. Once that book was
completed, there was no turning back.
Donna sold her first book
in November 2005 while displaced from Hurricane Rita, a storm that destroyed
portions of the Texas Gulf Coast. Since then, Donna has sold novels and
novellas to both electronic and print publishers. Her books include several
complete series such as Druids Glen, The Shields, Royal Chronicles, Sisters of
Magic, Dark Sword, Dark Warriors, and her new series, Dark Kings.
Despite the deadlines
and her voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two young
children, four cats, three fish, and one long haired Chihuahua. She’s blessed
with a proud, supportive husband who loves to read and travel as much as she
does.
EXCERPT FROM MIDNIGHT'S MASTER
The blackness, the unending
void ate away at Logan as he was yanked out of the year 1603 and thrown forward
in time. He felt himself falling and desperately reached for something to
hang onto
The wind rushed by him,
hurting his ears with the high pitched sound and drowning out any noise.
The wind took his breath, making it difficult to breath. He was tossed
first one way, and then the other. Determining which way was up was soon
forgotten.
Where were the
others? Ramsey, Arran, and Camdyn? The Druids had told him they
didn’t know where any of them would end up. All Logan could pray for as
he felt the years and decades pass by was that he landed in the right time.
Around him, the inky
darkness began to shimmer – the same shimmer that had appeared when the Druids
cast the spell to send Logan and the others traveling through time.
Almost instantly, he was
dumped out of the abyss onto his hands and knees into the midst of a vicious
rainstorm.
Logan swallowed and gave
himself a moment to let his head stop spinning. He pushed his fingers
into the wet ground and smiled when he felt the dirt between his hands.
He sat back on his heels
and looked around. It was day, but the storm had darkened the sky.
An urgent need pulled at him, called to him to return to Eigg, but he pushed it
aside. He had to find Ian. That was his duty.
Logan wiped off his hands
and took stock of his whereabouts on a hillside, the tall grass swaying with
the howling wind. But what grabbed his interest were the dots of light
below him.
Logan blinked through the
cold, torrential rain and climbed to his feet. Those weren’t fires he saw
flickering in the valley. What they were, he didn’t know. Yet.
He rose to his feet and ran
a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. It was time to
discover just where the Druids had managed to toss him in the future.
On his way down to the
valley, Logan crossed a road that had been covered with some hard, black
substance with bright white lines painted on it.
He squatted down to touch
the surface and felt the rumbling of the ground beneath his fingers.
Logan rose and stepped back as something large and loud came rolling down the
lane.
As the object passed, Logan
spotted a person inside who looked like they controlled the loud contraption.
More confused than ever,
Logan walked over the road and down to the town. He could hardly believe
his eyes when he reached the village to find buildings lined down the street,
one right next to the other. They were all painted the same bright white with
many more of those noisy contraptions lining the road as well as traveling down
it.
Logan kept to the side of
the road where he saw other people walking. A few gave him odd glances
but most paid him no heed.
He passed store after
store, trying to learn the language written on the signs. The fact that
he had a primeval god inside him, a god so ancient his name had been forgotten,
was the only way he was able to pick up this new language so quickly.
“You’re soaked through,
lad,” said an elderly woman as she opened a door to a store Logan was walking
past.
He gave a slight nod and
felt the knot in his belly loosen as he heard her brogue. He was still in
Scotland. Now, to determine when he was.
“Ah, not much of a talker,”
she said and laughed.
Logan smiled. “What year
is it?”
She blinked and cocked her
gray head at him. “You’ve quite the brogue, lad. It’s been many a
years since I’ve heard one so thick.” She smiled, a far away look
stealing across her face.
Logan took a step toward
her. “The year, lady?”
“Oh.” She chuckled and
patted her chest. “Forgive me. It’s 2012. What an odd
question.”
“I’ve been living by
myself…away from everyone.”
“And everything,” she said
as she eyed his kilt.
Logan looked around him and
shrugged. “What village am I in?”
This time the old woman
frowned as she watched him. “Salen, not far from the Isle of Skye.”
He knew the village, but
the last time he had seen it, there had barely been anything there. It
had grown tremendously since then.
What else had changed in
the four centuries since he had left his friends behind at MacLeod Castle?
“I thank you,” he said to
the woman and walked on before she could ask more questions.
Logan looked at the town of
Salen with new eyes. If this almost nonexistent village could grow so
much in just a few centuries, what had become of Edinburgh or Glasgow?
And did he even want to know?
He paused as a young woman
ran in front of him to one of the contraptions sitting on the side of the
road. She jerked at the handle as she held a bag over her head in an
effort to keep from getting wet. It wasn’t working.
“Rory! You
wanker! Unlock the bloody door so I can get in the car!” she yelled over
her shoulder.
Logan turned his head to
see a thin man come out of the shop, walk around the…car, insert something
small into the door, and open it.
The woman yanked on her
door again then banged on the window above it. “Rory. Unlock the
bloody door now!”
After another moment, Rory
leaned over the door and pulled on something. A moment later, the woman
got in. She was still yelling as the car rolled away.
So, the contraptions were
called cars, and apparently people rode them much as Logan rode horses.
He sighed and continued forward. It wasn’t just the landscape that had
changed. The people had changed as well.
No lady Logan had known
would ever have spoken as the woman with Rory had. Not even whores spoke
so crudely.
Logan heard footsteps
coming fast behind him. His muscles seized and fangs filled his
mouth. Logan spun around, claws lengthening as he readied himself to
behead whoever thought to attack him.
He pulled his hand back,
stopping himself just in time as two young lads who ran past him, laughing and
soaking wet. Logan stepped into the doorway of an unused building and
took a deep breath.
Was he so used to fighting
that he would attack anyone? Even children? He shook his head and
struggled to tamp down the god inside him.
Athleus. He was the
god of betrayal inside Logan, an ancient god who wanted nothing but death and
destruction. It had taken decades for Logan to gain control over his
god.
But sometimes, that control
slipped.
Logan carried enough
burdens. He didn’t need to add the death of two young lads to the
weight.
Once his fangs and claws
had retreated, and Logan was sure his skin wasn’t the silver of his god, he
stepped out of the shadows and lengthened his stride as he exited the town. The
urge to return to Eigg was sharp and true in his chest.
If anyone found out that he
had a monster inside him, that he could release the god and become a beast,
Logan was sure they’d kill him.
But he didn’t just have a
god inside him. He was able to use Athleus’ power, a power able to
control water. And Logan was going to the Isle of Eigg, an isle
surrounded by water.
He wasn’t sure when he had
made that decision, only that he had. Logan couldn’t hold back the
desperate need to return there as soon as possible.
The last time he had been
to Eigg, which to him was just a matter of hours – not centuries – earlier, he
had been looking for an artifact hidden there by the Druids.
Not only had he not found
the artifact, but his friend and fellow Warrior, Duncan, had been killed by
Deirdre. Deirdre was a drough, a Druid who had given herself to
evil and black magic. She was on a mission to take over the world, and as
great as her magic was, Logan feared she might just win.
It had been Deirdre who had
unleashed the gods inside the Warriors. And it would be Warriors who
would help end Deirdre once and for all.
But first, Logan had to
find Ian, Duncan’s twin.
He couldn’t imagine what
Ian was going through. Ian and Duncan, as twins, had shared a god, and
with Duncan’s death, the full power and rage of their god would overtake
Ian. If he couldn’t control his god, his god would control him and he would
be ripe for Deirdre to claim. Which is just what she had wanted when she
killed Duncan.
Logan had no idea where Ian
had gone, but he knew Deirdre. She had leaped forward in time to 2012 in
order to thwart him and the others in their mission to find the artifacts
before she did.
He frowned. Or had
she?
If Deirdre could travel
through time whenever she wanted, why hadn’t she done so before now? She
could have changed the outcome to anything that hadn’t gone her way, including
gaining the artifacts before the MacLeods.
If Deirdre hadn’t traveled through time on her own, that meant someone had to have helped her.
But who? And, more
importantly, why?
Logan wasn’t sure he’d have
those answers anytime soon. Regardless, in order to defeat Deirdre, the
Warriors would still need the artifacts. The one he had been sent to get
was on Eigg.
He paused and looked around
him. None of the other three Warriors who had volunteered to look for Ian
had landed with Logan. He wasn’t even sure if they had been taken as he
had.
Yet, he knew the Druids at
MacLeod Castle. Each one was powerful in her own right, and together,
they wielded magic and quite literally took his breath away.
He had no doubt they had
succeeded in tossing the others forward in time along with him. He had no
means of communicating with anyone, nor could he take the chance of traveling
to MacLeod Castle yet. He had to find Ian before Deirdre did.
If she didna have him
already.
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