As a bear-shifter in a pack roaming the Scottish countryside, Bryce Matheson embodies brute force and untamed abandon. As a widower, he’s running scared. When Bryce attempted to open his scarred heart to another, she grew tired of waiting for him to state his intentions, and the unearthly beauty spurned him for someone who wasn’t worthy. But now that fate has conspired to set Kenzie Denune free once again, Bryce vows to finally win her love.
Kenzie is a witch who summons her powers to protect those too weak to care for themselves. After surviving an abusive husband, she swears off men—even men like Bryce, whose iron muscles make her knees weak, and whose piercing eyes fill her with longing. Her life’s purpose is to help others. However, dark forces have different plans for her gifts. To save herself, Kenzie must team up with the shifter who has always stirred her soul—and trust in a passion powerful enough to set her blood aflame.
A Highlander’s Passion is the second book in the series, and I loved it just as much as the first book. This series takes place in the modern day, but we are dealing with a clan of highlander bear shifters, and a bit of magical witches as well. First off I would like to say that these bear shifters are sexy as sin, and I wanna get me some of that. What we have here is a heroine, that has always been in love with Bryce, but when he made a mistake and betrayed her trust, she found herself pregnant, and another man became interested in her, She marries him and finds out he is a monster, and she has just become free of him, but not before losing two bairns due to physical abuse. We see that there is a strong attraction between Bryce and Kenzie, but Kenzie doesn’t trust Bryce not to hurt her, and she is just learning that she is wiccan, but we also see that Bryce and Kenzie have always had a strong bond to each other, ever since they were children. I loved the building of the relationship, they do have quite a sexual connection, and sparks tend to fly. But we also see just as much focus on the emotional side of things, and I loved the balance we see the author implements in the story. The villain we see in the story, well he is one cruel man and needs to be put down. It was quite exciting to see how the story unraveled, in very unique and ways that you don’t expect. There were a couple of times that I had a difficult time styaing in tune with the story, the flow felt a bit off a few times, but overall this story was full of sexy shifters, tempting desire, and enough conflict to keep you on edge. STIMULATING!!
“I have so many questions, me head is spinning. Shouldna I have kent about these powers growing up? Why didna they appear until I was twenty-two?”
“After you’re moved in, we’ll discuss all that. I’ll tutor you in your place in the mystical realm. I promise I’ll tell you all I know, which is considerable, for I am the high priestess in our coven. I will be inducting you once you are ready. One of our first steps will be the naming, when I give you a Wiccan name.” She slipped a key ring from the pocket of her pink capris and handed it to Kenzie. “Here’re your keys to the house and your suite of rooms. My home is yours now. I’d like for you to move in as quickly as you can. I need your presence.” Her hand fluttered to her crepy neck. “Although I can’t put my finger on why, which is odd, isn’t it? I’m just weighed down by this strong perception of something sinister.” Her voice trailed off and she glanced outside.
Effie’s pinched features concerned Kenzie. If having her under this roof would relax the old woman, surely she could oblige. “I can move some things tonight if I can get me car to run. Tomorrow, I’ll get the rest. There’s really not much.”
Effie slipped her pink cell phone from her pocket and thumbed a number. “Bryce, darlin’, could you drive Kenzie to her place and help her pack? I’d ask Hamish, but I need him to drive me to Matheson Lodge to have dinner with Paisley and Creighton. Have a look at Kenzie’s car, too. She says it won’t run.” Her pink curls bobbed, and she smiled. “Oh, I just love ya to bits. Ten minutes will be fine.”
Mischief twinkled from Effie’s eyes while she glanced at her bright pink fingernail polish. “I’m also a little concerned about Kenzie missing dinner. Maybe the two of you could stop somewhere to eat?” The crafty woman chuckled and shot Kenzie a wink. “Oh, I understand. I’m sure she’ll appreciate your thoughtfulness.” She ended the call and shoved her cell back into her pocket.
“He’s going home to shower and change clothes before he comes to pick you up. When a man wants to impress a woman, he likes to put his best foot forward. Oh, I bet he’ll look and smell delicious when he gets here.”
“Since when is a witch a matchmaker?” The last person she wanted in her run-down apartment or to share a meal with was Bryce Matheson.
The old woman chuckled. “I don’t mind being Cupid’s helper. Since Bryce won’t be here for a while, I’ll have plenty of time to show you your part of the house. I had the suite of rooms redecorated for Paisley, but she never really stayed there. She couldn’t bear to be away from Creighton.
“Now, stop scowling. Your face will freeze like that.” She cupped Kenzie’s cheek with her cool hand. “You ought to be smiling. After all, you’re going to dinner with six feet of hard muscle. My Morris, bless his heavy-hung manhood, was a muscular man too.”
Effie stood and extended her hand to clasp Kenzie’s. “I think if Bryce stood between you and the sun, his broad shoulders would block the sunlight. Oh, I wish I were young enough to get in his shadow just one time.” She puffed an exaggerated sigh and sashayed for the door.
Kenzie rolled her eyes. Her new boss would take some getting used to. As fer Bryce and his hard body, she’d been rolling around in the grass with him a little over an hour ago. She kent for herself how hard he was—everywhere.
“I do love Bryce’s aura. Earthy. Honest. Sensual . . . sensual.” Effie tossed the words over one narrow shoulder before she and her bouquet of baby powder floated into the hallway.
Vonnie Davis, who studied English at Penn State, likens herself to a croissant: crusty, wrinkled, flaky—and best served with strong coffee. After a career as a technical writer, she’s spending her retirement playing fairy godmother to her characters, giving them their happily-ever-afters. Six fantastic, talented kids call her “Grandma” and brighten her world in so many ways. She lives in Southern Virginia with her husband, author Calvin Davis.