Return To Clan Sinclair by Karen Ranney

Title: Return To Clan Sinclair 
Author: Karen Ranney 
Series: Clan Sinclair 
Format: E Book 
Publisher: Avon 
Release Date: December 23 2014
Pages: 150 
Genre: Scottish Highlands Historical
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Synopsis

When Ceana Sinclair Mead
married the youngest son of an Irish duke, she never dreamed that seven
years later her beloved Peter would die. Her three brothers-in-law
think she should be grateful to remain a proper widow. But after three
years of this, she’s ready to scream. She escapes to Scotland, only to
discover she’s so much more than just the Widow Mead.

In
Scotland, Ceana crosses paths with Bruce Preston, an American tasked
with a dangerous mission by her brother, Macrath. Bruce is too
attractive for her peace of mind, but she still finds him fascinating.
Their one night together is more wonderful than Ceana could have
imagined, and she has never felt more alive.

But when the past
reaches out in the form of an old foe, Ceana’s life is in danger. Now
Bruce must fight to become her savior—and more—if she’ll let him.

My Review

Many of you know how much I just adore this author, She has always been a favorite, and she writes incredible historical romances, and Return To Clan Sinclair is a novella in her latest series “Clan Sinclair”. Now this story is about Ceana, who (if you are familiar with the previous installments, she is the sister to Macrath Sinclair. Ceana, is a widow, has two daughters, and for three years has to be stifled by her inlaws who just want to smother her in the over protectiveness. So desperate for some fresh air, she leaves her daughters in their care, and goes to her brother’s estate, and meets a man she didn’t expect, a man that makes her feel alive for the first time in three years. But they find out that a danger from her family’s past, has come to haunt them and her life will be put at risk, and only Bruce can save her…but will he make it to her in time…

What a fun and short story…I either love novella’s or hate them, depending on who is writing them, but I really liked this one. I felt like it was pretty well balanced for how short it was. We also get to see Macrath and Virginia and their precocious children (oh my goodness…they are too adorable for words, I just want to eat them up..giggle). Now with it being a novella, it is challenging to get the love story to be full depth, and it wasn’t as deep as I like it to be, but I felt like this story was really romatnic and likeable, and didn’t leave a feeling of being too rushed at all!! I will say though, that this was a cute pair together. They had a charm to them, and with the highland setting, the wit and engaging story line…you won’t help but find yourself captured in the “Ranney” style. SIMPLY WONDERFUL!!

My Rating

4 Blossoms

Heat Level

Warm

Series Order
The Devil Of Clan Sinclair (1)
The Witch Of Clan Sinclair (2)
The Virgin Of Clan Sinclair (3)
Return To Clan Sinclair (3.5)
About The Author

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Karen
Ranney began writing when she was five. Her first published work was The Maple
Leaf, read over the school intercom when she was in the first grade. In
addition to wanting to be a violinist (her parents had a special violin crafted
for her when she was seven), she wanted to be a lawyer, a teacher, and, most of
all, a writer. Though the violin was discarded early, she still admits to a
fascination with the law, and she volunteers as a teacher whenever needed.
Writing, however, has remained the overwhelming love of her life.

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Excerpt

July, 1880

Drumvagen, Scotland

Her driver slowed to a halt, no doubt getting an eyeful of Drumvagen
and the Scottish coast. Ceana would wager a goodly sum that by the time
the week was out, he would have posted a report of everything to her
brothers-in-law. The same intransigent, annoying, and beloved
brothers-in-law who were trying to render her as dead as her poor
husband, Peter.

She’d been a widow for three years now, during which they’d been her
guardians. She couldn’t escape them. Wherever she went, one of the three
brothers was there.

“Do you need anything, Ceana?”

“Can I fetch anything from town for you?”

“Shall we order something from London?”

“You’re looking a little peaked, would you like to take the sun with me?”

They’d offered their arms, their interest, their help, and their eternal interference.

So she had done what any self-respecting Scot would do when faced with three Irish brothers-in-law: she’d run away from home.

She dismounted from the carriage, standing there staring in awe.

Granted, Iverclaire was a lovely place, an enchanted castle in
Ireland, quite a forbidding yet beautiful structure. But Drumvagen, this
had been created by her own brother.

They’d been so poor once upon a time, but Macrath had taken his dream
and made it come true. Because of him, she’d had a season in London and
had married the son of a duke.

Yet she always thought she had something to do with his happiness as
well. Her friendship with Virginia had led them to be introduced at
numerous events. When Virginia and Macrath were finally married after
her first husband died, she wasn’t the least surprised.

Nor was she the least surprised when Alistair, Virginia’s first child, looked just like Macrath.

The seabirds called a greeting to her, swooping down on air currents blowing the scent of the sea to her.

For days, she’d been alone in the carriage, encased in a bubble of
silence. Other than speaking to the driver first thing in the morning
and when they stopped for a meal, she hadn’t talked to another person.

At first she’d missed her daughters terribly. Then she realized the
time was her own, to think, to mull, to remember. When she went home,
she’d be a better mother to Darina and Nessa.

She stood at the base of the steps, staring upward. Virginia had told
her about Drumvagen, but even her description failed to convey just how
impressive the house was.

Built of gray brick sparkling in the sunlight, it was four stories
tall with rows of windows reflecting both the sun and the sea to her
right. But most impressive of all was the twin staircase beginning at
the broad front doors and curving down and around like arms reaching out
to enfold her.

She took the right staircase and, with her left hand gripping her
skirt, placed her right on the broad stone banister, slowly ascending
the steps.

At the top, she stopped and turned and looked at the ocean. Far off
in the distance was the North Sea. Drumvagen and its neighboring
village, Kinloch, was the perfect place for Macrath to live. From here
he could simply sail away to anyplace in the world he wished to be.

She glanced down at the carriage and her driver, standing at the head
of the horses with his cap in his hand. Thomas was a good man, but he
was a toady to all the Meads. He was going to tell them everything they
wanted to know, which was a pity. The man had a good memory, and she’d
no doubt already erred in some manner.

Her lips twitched at the brass knocker on one of the big broad doors.
Macrath had evidently had the refrigeration machine’s likeness made
especially for Drumvagen. She picked it up and let it drop, hearing the
echo in the foyer.

A moment later the door was flung open. A body slammed into her, arms
gripping her waist, pulling so tightly on her dress her train almost
toppled in a flurry of fabric. She found herself falling, only righting
herself by gripping the door frame.

“Save me! Please! Don’t let her get me!”

Ceana stared down at her niece. The poor girl was trembling and she had splotchy color on her cheeks.

“Fiona?” She reached down, enfolding the girl in a hug. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Brianag, I’ve done something terrible and she made the sign of
evil over me just like a witch. I’m going to get sick and die, I know
it.”

Who was this Brianag who was tormenting the poor child?

“Aunt Ceana.”

She looked up at the sound of the composed voice, blinking at her
nephew. Alistair was only fourteen but already had the height of his
father, not to mention his demeanor.

As she stood on the doorstep, he extended his hand to her.

“How nice to see you again Aunt Ceana,” he said. He glanced down at
his sister dismissively. “You must pardon Fiona. She’s a silly little
thing.”

“I am not silly. I’ll tell Brianag you broke her jar of spices.”

To Ceana’s great surprise, Alistair paled.

“That wouldn’t be well done of you, Fiona. You know as well as I do
it was your carelessness that made the jar fall. Father always says we
have to deal with the consequences of our actions.”

“Where are your parents?” Ceana asked. “Where are Macrath and Virginia?”

“They’ve gone to Edinburgh, they have,” a voice said. “Leaving me to deal with their spawn.”

She looked up past Alistair and—God help her!—took a step back toward the steep stairs.

Fiona was more correct than she had assumed.

Drumvagen did have a witch.

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