Heather McCollum brings us a new series The Brothers of Wolf Isle…Here is Fly Girl’s review and another great excerpt of

The Highlander’s Unexpected Proposal!!

A lass begging to marry him might top the list of “oddest things to happen,” but Chief Adam Macquarie is desperate. And no matter how much he hates to do it, he’s not above lying to get what he wants. Starting with the fact that he just omitted the truth about the situation back at his home—where there are no women and only a handful of other people. Because he has a secret need for a wife himself, one she won’t be too happy about when she finds out.

Lark Montgomerie is thrilled the brawny chief agrees to save her from her drunken father’s machinations of wedding her off to the first fool that agrees. He’s easy on the eyes and no one can be worse than her current options. Now a new life awaits her, on an exciting Scottish isle no less, and nothing will dampen her spirits. That is, until she arrives in her new homeland and realizes more than a few things are amiss…

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Fly Girl’s Review:

This one was really good. I’ve been reading a few historical romances lately and some have been good, but some have been just okay. This is not in the just okay category. Heather McCollum builds an amazing tale in this book and gives us everything we want in a historical–a viral man who knows he’s the man, a gentlemen, imagery to die for in it’s extravagance, authenticity to the era, a lady who doesn’t overpower the hero but works as his equal without emasculating him. We get all of that and so much more. How about brothers and sisters I’m sure we will get to meet them soon.

Lark and Adam find themselves in peculiar circumstances at a festival in the islands of Scotland. Lark is being forced to marry during the festival and Adam ends up ensnared in the throes of “love at first site.” He just doesn’t understand the why of wanting to beat back any man asking for her hand and how he really just wants to carry her off for his own. Of course he doesn’t admit that to his brother. His brother sees it in his stare and in his words though. There is just one small problem, Adam’s clan is cursed.

Cursed you say, this sounds like a Halloween story. It’s not that simple, there is a lot of discussion about if you believe in the curse then it exists but if you don’t, then it can’t hurt you…Tell the willow tree with the knife it; I’m sure it would love to hear, “if you don’t believe, your life force will come back.” Anyway, Adam gets lucky and has a bride before she learns of the curse, seeing as most women in the area will not marry any of the brothers for fear they will die just as the clan’s matriarch, their mother, did.

Lark, bless her soul, she really stepped in it this time. However, Adam is the gentleman we want to see and Lark is drawn to that. She also knows she must make a new life for herself regardless and this is the horse she tied herself to so she will persevere. Good thing she is practical because that is what it is going to take even after Love opens her heart. I like to think the women of that age would have been practical and thus we get authenticity in the story on both sides. She also realizes Adam is the Clan Chief and she must stand beside him but not overpower him or stand against him in public. This lets him keep his chin up even when he just wants to lock the two of them in the tower and ravish her, regardless of what his brothers advise.

As far as imaginary, she does an outstanding job of describing the surroundings even down to the pair of leather boots left in Adam’s Mom’s closet. And don’t mention the dress she wears in their tartan. It sounded beautiful. The castle, grounds, and handsome brothers were all there in grand fashion, right down to the awful smell she found when first arriving at the castle.

As you can see this ticks all my boxes. She doesn’t even short us on the HEA either. I won’t spoil the ending though so you’ll just have to pick it up for yourself to see how she does. We’d love to hear if you liked it as much as I did. I’m giving it a 4 of 5 on my scale. Please feel free to comment on the facebook page or here on the blog.

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If that wasn’t enough to convince you to pick this one up, check out this excerpt…

“I am not… I do not woo lasses like Beck. My whole focus has been on starting our clan over, building it up, so I never learned to be clever while talking to lasses.”

“You do not need to be clever,” she said, her mouth softening as she turned toward him. “Just say what you are thinking.”

The shadows and shards of firelight played over her high cheekbones and lovely chin. Lord, how he wanted to run his finger over that soft skin. Say what he was thinking? Can I throw up your skirts right here and kiss every inch of your lush body? Then carry you into that castle and make you scream my name as you burst with pleasure?

He opened his mouth and paused. “Uh… Are ye hungry?” Bloody hell.

“No,” she said with a shake of her head.

“Do ye need to use the privy?”

She shook her head again, her lips turning up slightly.

They stared at each other for another breath, and he curled his hand around her small one. It felt fragile in his large palm and yet he knew how strong Lark was. “Can I kiss ye?”

The world around him vanished into darkness as he waited for her answer. She gave a small nod, and he inhaled. Stepping into her, his lips bent toward her, and he waited to see if she would pull away. Lark kept her head tipped up to him, her eyes open, and he pressed a gentle kiss on her soft mouth.

The heat of her body soaked into him. He wasn’t sure if he’d pulled her into him or she’d melted forward, but his arms were around her so that he could feel the softness of her curves pressed into him. Softness to mold against his hardness.

The feel of her, the delicious smell of her, mixed with the detailed memories of his dreams, erupted a firestorm within him. He stroked down her back. She trembled slightly, and Adam caught her face with one hand, guiding her against him to deepen the kiss. She was letting him touch her! Slow. Keep it slow. Do not ruck up her skirts and rut with her against the chapel wall.

His rational thoughts faded quickly to fragmented whispers. He’d been so close to her, yet she’d been untouchable, for days and uncomfortable nights. But now… now he would touch her. “Lark,” he managed to say against her lips as she spread a trail of fire with her fingers down his chest to the hardness beneath his kilt. Through the wool wrapping, she stroked over him. He inhaled swiftly, her touch robbing him of his mind.

Pent up raw want funneled through Adam as he held her to him. She fit him perfectly, and the fact that she hadn’t pulled away at the feel of him released his worry over bedding a virgin. Lark was brave and soft with a good dose of wild.

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Heather McCollum is an award-winning, historical romance writer. With over twenty books published, she is an Amazon Best Seller and a Readers’ Choice winner.

The rugged beauty and rich history of Great Britain captivates Ms. McCollum each time she visits. The country’s history and landscape have been a backdrop for her stories since her very first book.

When she is not creating vivid characters and settings, she spends her time educating women on the symptoms of Ovarian Cancer. She is a survivor and resides with her very own Highland hero and three spirited children in the wilds of suburbia on the mid-Atlantic coast.