Highland Nights

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Title: Highland Nights
Series: Druids Glen #2
Release Date: January 9, 2017
ISBN13: 978-1942017264

One prophecy to save the world.
Two realms fighting for control.
Three Druid sisters who hold the key to salvation and the hearts of the men who would love them.

Join New York Times bestselling author Donna Grant as she transports you into the dark and dangerous world of the Druids.

A Mercenary haunted by his sinister past…

Gregor MacLachlan has much to hide. Not only has he made a name for himself throughout Scotland as a man that knew how to kill, but no one knows his true identity as that of the laird of MacLachlan’s son–banished from his home. Gregor has been content with his life, never relying on anyone or anything. Until Fiona…

A powerful Druid priestess…

Fiona Sinclair depends on one person–herself. She learned early on that she was alone in this world, a world that took her sisters and her parents. Yet, the call to The Druid’s Glen is strong, and the man responsible for her parent’s death stalks her. There is only one man that can get her safely to the Glen, but can she afford the price Gregor asks when it means giving up both her freedom … and her heart?


“5 Hearts…[Donna Grant] does a brilliant job of using the cast of characters to tell an extraordinary story which is not to be missed! I loved this book…”
– Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio

“5 Angels…I truly enjoyed this book…I love the combination of strength and vulnerability in both characters. The additional storyline in the trilogy was also interesting…”
– Gretchen, Fallen Angel Reviews

“5 Cups…Highland Nights is a truly exquisite read, it left this reviewer, crying, laughing, and experiencing every other emotion possible…”
– Dee from Coffee Time Romance

4.5 Blue Ribbons! “HIGHLAND NIGHTS is the captivating second release in the DRUID’s GLEN series. This emotional, action-packed read will have you begging for more. Donna Grant is a genius at world building, with detailed settings so real you can almost run your fingers through them. In addition, her characters are gripping. They depict both a weakness and strength that have them soon becoming storybook favorites. I’m hooked with the denizens of DRUID’s GLEN and can’t wait to thoroughly explore the delightful realm Ms. Grant has created.”
— Pamela, Romance Junkies

4 Nymphs! “I must say that Ms. Grant spun a realistic well plotted tale, the druids, and the love that blossomed between the two characters, along with their resistance to acceptances of others.”
– Goddess Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews

“4 stars…Donna Grant has written a series that not only entertains but also portrays characters that are real and down to earth with problems of their own…”
– Sheryl from Ecataromance

“[Highland Nights]…is full of emotion, danger and passionate love scenes…”
– January from The Mystic Castle

“[Donna Grant’s]…characters are enticing but I think the plot and The Prophecy truly drive this novel. I recommendHighland Nights for lovers of history and magic, especially the lore of the Druids.”
– Annie, Joyfully Reviewed

“[Highland Nights] is a terrific story that is packed with action, magick, passion, tragedy and love…a truly enjoyable tale”
– Lyonene, Joyfully Reviewed

“Magic, mates and evil abound in this medieval romance!…a wonderful romance…”
– Chere, ParaNormal Romance

“Highland Nights is one of those stories you just never want to see end!”
– Klarrisa, Joyfully Reviewed

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The sun streaked over the horizon when Gregor heard a deep sigh behind him. Fiona. He watched her sleep the rest of the night until her face was etched in his memory.

He had torn himself away from her long enough to make a trek to the stream to freshen up. A brief glance showed Fiona stretching sensually as she woke from her slumber. No other nightmares had plagued her, thank the saints.

“Good morn,” she said and sat up.

He nodded because words refused to leave his throat. She looked adorable with her hair coming out of her braid as the sun shed its light on her.

She stood and walked toward him. “I’m going down to the stream to freshen up. Want to join me?”

Gregor fisted his hands to keep from reaching out to her. She had no idea how her invitation stirred him. If she did, she wouldn’t be tempting him.

He began to pick up their few possessions when he heard the splash in the water. It didn’t take much for him to picture her naked body gliding through the water.

After a vicious shake of his head to clear the image, he called to Morgane. By the time he readied both horses, Fiona had returned. She braided her hair as she came to stand beside him.

“I feel much better,” she said. “Isn’t it amazing how a bath can refresh a person?”

He shrugged.

Her laughter filled the morning air. “My silent guardian. Tell me, do you sleep at all.”

“Not much.” He wondered what had made him admit that to her, but when it came to Fiona he was thoroughly perplexed. He fitted his hands around her small waist and began to help her mount.

“I know some herbs that could aid your sleep.”

“I don’t need anything.”

Her hands cupped his face. “There are deep shadows under your eyes.”

He was about to answer her when the smile slipped from her face to be replaced by a frown as if she was in deep thought.

“So much pain,” she whispered. “Your eyes are so sad. I wonder why I have never noticed that before now.”

He hastily sat her on the mare and mounted Morgane. “We have wasted enough time this morn,” he said before nudging the mare into a trot.

With his concentration on scouting for enemies and making sure Fiona kept up, he didn’t have time to think of where they were and just how close he was to his home.

It wasn’t until he stopped for the midday meal that he allowed himself a deep breath. So far they hadn’t encountered anymore MacLachlan men.

“You have ridden like a man possessed.”

He helped Fiona dismount and quickly moved away from her. “I don’t have all the time in the world to get you to your destination.”

“It isn’t that. ‘Tis your family, isn’t it?”

He ignored her and set about looking for some food. “Maybe an oatcake would stop your constant questions.”

“Why don’t we visit your family? I’m sure they would be delighted to see their son, regardless of what you did.”

What little patience he had evaporated with her last comment. He whirled around toward her as years of rage worked their way to the surface. “You know nothing. Nothing, Fiona. Do you know what it means to be banished from your clan?”

“It means you are never to return.”

“Exactly,” he bellowed. “If I return I shall be killed.”

She took the oatcake from his hand and sat wordlessly on the grassy mountainside. He regretted losing his temper, but at least it had silenced her.

Morgane nudged him with her nose and he patted her neck to assure her he was all right. While he nibbled on his tasteless oatcake he looked out over the Highlands.

He never tired of seeing the rugged beauty of his land. The clouds filled the sky refusing to allow even a brief ray of sun through them, but even so the land was breathtaking.

Fiona forgot to eat as she watched Gregor look over the land. He belonged here in the wild. Free from anything or anyone. He was a Highlander.

Her breath lodged in her throat when he tilted his head back and closed his eyes as a breeze swept the hair from his face. Golden locks floated in the wind while his face relaxed and took on almost a boyish charm.

She had pushed him too far. She knew that now, but she had wanted to help. Her oatcake forgotten, she stood and walked to stand beside him.

His breathing stopped for just a moment, and she was afraid she had intruded. However, once her eyes had found the scene before her, there was no way she was going to leave any time soon.

“With each sway of the wind the grass changes from green to gold to red, and even purple.”

“Magnificent isn’t it?”

The love in his voice would be clear to even a deaf person. “Oh, aye. ‘Tis glorious.”

“I used to come here often as a child.”

She couldn’t believe he had told her something of his life. She waited, hoping he would say more.

“You should see it in the winter when the snow is newly fallen. I could never decide when I liked it most.”

She looked at him then. His black eyes were still trained on the land around them, but they weren’t as sad as before. This land, his family’s land, healed him at the same time it troubled him.

If only she knew what he kept buried inside himself, she might be able to help.

When she raised her gaze, his eyes were on her. He stared at her for the longest time as if he wanted to remember every inch of her face.

She looked her fill as well. His wide, full mouth beckoned her, promising delights she could only dreamed about. She had heard the women in her clan talk, but listening to them and carrying through with something she really didn’t know anything about was completely different.

Her body wanted Gregor. And as long as she kept her heart out of it she would be safe. There was nothing wrong with taking some pleasure where she found it, and he most assuredly promised that pleasure.

Before her courage left her, she reached down, grasped his hand and brought it up to her face. When his warm, calloused fingers touched her cheek, she closed her eyes and rubbed her face against his palm.

She took a step closer to him and placed her hands on his chest. The leather beneath her palms was soft, cool to the touch. Just the opposite of what he would feel.

Her face was raised toward him and his hand lightly caressed her cheek. He lowered his head as his hand moved to the back of her neck.

It was about to happen. She would finally receive her first kiss.