If you are a fan of shifter romances, enjoy sweet romances set in the Highlands with strong Scottish men who also happen to be shifters, and set during the holiday season A Highland Wolf Christmas is definitely a need to read. Calla is strong willed character with the courage to branch out and start her own business. Calla won't let anything stand in her way, not even a crazy bully of an ex fiance who wants to keep her from moving forward with her life. Guthrie on the other hand is a sometimes frustrating alpha who's determined to not let a stubborn but intelligent she wolf get the better of him. There's sweet and steamy romance, fun characters, and a simple but complete story that drew me in and kept me engaged throughout. You can't really go wrong with a Terry Spear paranormal romance and A Highland Wolf Christmas delivers everything you need for an entertaining holiday read.
**I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.**
It's going to take a lot of mistletoe…
Guthrie MacNeill, financial advisor for his clan and werewolf pack, is at his wit's end when the pack leader's mate hires a gorgeous party planner to bring holiday cheer to the castle. Guthrie's wildly attracted to Calla, except he can't reconcile the fact that his job is to save the clan's money, and hers seems to be to spend it.
To warm this Highlander's heart
Calla Stewart has never had a more difficult client. The laird and lady of the castle are delightful, but the handsome Highlander holding the purse strings is quite impossible. Since she specializes in holiday magic, Calla hopes she can make the scrooge-like wolf lighten up. Then Guthrie takes on the role of Highland warrior to protect her from an unexpected threat, and the holidays take a turn for the passionate.
Excerpt from A HIGHLAND WOLF CHRISTMAS by Terry Spear
Women shrieked and shouted, but Calla was on the other side of the tree where she couldn’t see the commotion. But then she saw the twelve-foot tree toppling over—right toward her.
Before Calla could get out of the way, something hit her hard from the side and slammed her against the floor. Just before the tree landed on top of them. He was on top of her, smelling like the great outdoors, fir tree, and musky, sexy male wolf. Guthrie.
“Sorry,” he mumbled against her ear, branches framing his head and touching the floor on either side of her. “I meant to rescue you.”
She smiled. “From … the tree?”
He smiled back. “That was the idea.”
Guthrie lifted his head, smiling at her with a mischievous glint in his green eyes. Despite all the commotion, and to Calla’s surprise, Guthrie kissed her. His lips were warm and masculine and tasted like wassail. Cinnamon, apple cider, and oranges. She licked his mouth to enjoy more of the taste and he licked her back, smiling. Then he deepened the kiss.
Oh my God! She hadn’t felt this naughty in forever! The men were going to move the tree soon, and here she and Guthrie would be. Kissing. In front of several members of his pack.
In What A Lady Needs for Christmas a marriage arranged out of desperation and convenience blooms into much more than what Dante and Joan could have hoped for. The daughter of a marquess, Joan knows that she is expected to marry well. However, after being deceived by a man she thought that she could trust Joan finds herself compromised and the only solution is a quick marriage. Dante is her solution, but he will not be the easiest of men to get along with. Dante doesn't have much faith in people and wants a second marriage that will bring connections and new opportunities for his business. Dante has a young family of his own and a wife from a good family will be a help to his children as well. The arrangement solves problems for both Dante and Joan but transforms into something more. Dante and Joan develop an understanding and appreciation for talents and interests that they both share. Respect and admiration becomes a romance that neither dared hope for.
What A Lady Needs for Christmas was an enjoyable historical romance set during the holiday season. Well developed main characters and enjoyable secondary characters made for a great read. Grace Burrows knows how to weave a historical romance with relatable characters and descriptive scenery. What A Lady Needs for Christmas is a holiday read that can be enjoyed any time of year!
**I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.**
Lady Joan Flynn needs a husband—any husband—if she’s not to find scandal and mischief under her Christmas tree; Scottish wool magnate Dante “Hard-hearted” Hartwell needs an aristocratic wife to gain access to the financing that will keep his wool mills secure. Can holiday magic spin an expedient match into true love, and wary differences into trust?
Excerpt from WHAT A LADY NEEDS FOR CHRISTMAS by Grace Burrowes
Dante and Joan’s wedding night has begun with a discussion of holiday gift-giving, though neither bride nor groom can stay focused on that topic for very long…
Joan stretched out her chilly foot, and encountered Dante’s calf. His bare, warm, hairy calf, because her husband slept without the benefit—or hindrance—of clothing.
He moved onto his side, facing Joan. “What shall I get you for Christmas, Mrs. Hartwell?”
“You’ve given me your very name. That’s gift enough.” Also his trust, his respect, his kisses…so many treasures.
He rolled to his back, suggesting Joan had provided the wrong answer.
“I don’t want your gratitude, madam. Loyalty, fidelity, and a good-faith effort to make something of this marriage will be a fine bargain on both of our parts. The marriage is as much opportunity for me as it is convenient for you.”
Joan did not want a fine bargain, but she did want the warmth her husband’s body gave off. She yielded to the craving and snuggled right up to his side. His arms came around her, as if they’d spent many nights visiting their way to shared sleep.
“I kept my nightgown on.”
“I know, lass. I’ll forgive you that modesty if you kiss me.”
She kissed him, and the contour of his lips told her he was smiling. “You should kiss me too, sir. My feet are cold.”
“You need your new husband to warm them up?”
Joan needed her new husband in so many ways. “Shall I take off my nightgown?” She didn’t want to, but Dante was naked, and the intimacies she’d tried hard not to dwell on were commencing.
“You feel safer with it on,” he said, shifting to blanket her with his body. “I’ll try not to tear it.”
Gracious. “I can stitch it back together if you do.”
He nuzzled her ear, sending a shivery feeling down Joan’s spine. “Kiss me some more, Mrs. Hartwell.”