Synopsis: Aspiring romance novelist Jane Sillee was completely in love with her fantasy man–the hot and strapping dark-haired Highlander who’d been coming to her in her dreams for years and inspired her sensual flights of literary fantasy.
But it was more than her imagination that conjured up the brilliantly woven tapestry sporting the spitting image of her magnificently arrogant warrior. It was more than a dream that transported her to medieval Scotland to break an evil spell. And it was more than she could handle when she found herself wrapped in the muscular arms of Aedan MacKinnon, who had his own fantasies to fulfill…
The novella is part of an anthology called "Tapestry". What I love about novellas is that there is no room to drag out the plot ad infinitum. This one didn’t disappoint.
This story was an absolute delight to read. Even considering what I said earlier in my post about names in novels, I have some preferences when it comes to hero’s names. If his name is Aidan (or any derivation) he can’t fail with me. It all started with "Phantom Lover" by Sherrilyn Kenyon, a novella in the anthology "Midnight Pleasures" and ever since I’m a sucker for any Aidan out there. Disclaimer: "Dark Gold" doesn’t count, I read that book before "Phantom Lover", so Aidan Savage doesn’t fall into the "Great Aidans" category. In fact I found him rather bland.
Jane was a heroine after my own heart. Not shilly shallying back and forth, but once she’s set her mind on Aedan – and that was before she even met him in person – she stuck to that. No matter how cool he was towards her, she knew why that was and never gave up. No silly misunderstandings or stupid banter came in between her and her man.
Another circumstance that sold me the story was the fact that Jane and Aedan met in their dreams before they met in real life. I just like that. A lot.
Aedan wasn’t as alpha as you probably would expect from some highlander story, but that was more down to the fact that he had no clue who he was, having been brainwashed for 500 years. Not surprising that the poor guy was a bit confused and only slowly came to his senses.
Even the brogue, that I usually don’t like too much, didn’t bother me. It all fit perfectly.
This was my first story ever by Karen Marie Moning and now I’m debating whether to read her Highlander series.
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