Title: Night of the Highland Dragon
Acclaimed author Isabel Cooper’s thrilling paranormal romance series continues with a sexy Highland dragon shapeshifter and an inquisitive hero…
William Arundell is a detective working for a secret branch of the English government. When a young man is found dead, William’s investigation leads him to a remote Highland village and the intoxicatingly beautiful lady who rules MacAlasdair Castle.
The charismatic Judith MacAlasdair is not what William expected. The only daughter in a long line of shape-changing dragons, Judith is wary of William and his unrelenting questions. However, when William’s investigation takes an interesting turn, they must put aside years of bad blood and a mutual distrust of outsiders to band together to save the British Islands from its deadliest foe…
Author: Isobel Cooper
Series: Highland Dragons #3
Published by Sourcebooks Casablanca Source: Publisher
Published: April 14th 2015
Genres: Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Fantasy Romance, Historical Romace, Paranormal, Paranormal Romance, Romance, Suspense, Urban Fantasy
Pages: 352 pages
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Night of the Highland Dragon is the third book in Isobel Cooper’s Highland Dragon series. While it is a series, I read this as a standalone and I enjoyed it. It did not feel as if I missed anything within the story. Judith MacAlasdair is a dragon-shifter. She is the only daughter of a long line of family dragon shifters. William Arundell is a detective working for a secret branch of the English government. He has fought his whole life against monsters. He comes to the Highlands investigating a young man’s murder. Once there, his investigation leads him to MacAlasdair Castle and the lady of the castle, Judith MacAlasdair.
William is quite baffled by Judith. Judith is wary of William. All his questions just rubs her the wrong way. She’s reluctant to help in the investigation until the investigation twists and they find they must work together against a common evil. Their chemistry is simmering throughout the book.
This story was an adventure for me as I typically read historical romance novels. The paranormal aspect, which I liked, added to the drama and entertainment of the story. Definitely a different spin on historicals! Our main characters are written well and the world they are living in was vividly depicted! I could see the lush land and smell the sweets from the bakery! William thought he was just following a lead and he becomes involved in an area where fantastical creatures actually live peacefully amongst the locals. Who would’ve thought?? The story is fun, sultry, and even dangerous! The only thing I would’ve liked was to have more dragon shifting! Dragons are a bit uncommon so that was the allure for me. That being said, I enjoyed the adventure and would highly recommend this read if you are a fan of historicals or paranormals.
“They say,” said the girl, “that people disappear up there. And I heard that the lady doesna’ ever grow any older.”
“The lady?” William asked.
“Lady MacAlasdair. She lives in the castle, and she’s been there years, but she stays young and beautiful forever.”
In the Scottish Highlands, legend is as powerful as the sword—and nowhere is that more true than in the remote village of Loch Aranoch. Its mysterious ruler, Judith MacAlasdair, is fiercely protective of her land—and her secrets. If anyone were to find out what she really was, she and her entire clan would be hunted down as monsters.
William Arundell is on the trail of a killer. Special agent for an arcane branch of the English government, his latest assignment has led him to a remote Highland castle and the undeniably magnetic lady who rules there. Yet as lies begin to unravel and a dark threat gathers, William finds himself drawn deeper and deeper into the mystery of the Highlands…and the woman he can neither trust nor deny.
He prays she isn’t the murderer; he never dreamed she was a dragon.
During the day, Isabel Cooper maintains her guise as a mild-mannered project manager in legal publishing. In her spare time, she enjoys video games, ballroom dancing, various geeky hobbies, and figuring out what wine goes best with leftover egg rolls. Cooper lives with two thriving houseplants in Boston, Massachusetts.
This June marks the release of The Night of the Highland Dragon, the third in Isabel Cooper’s fantastic paranormal Highland Dragon series. To celebrate the release, Isabel is giving us an exclusive peek into some of the MacAlasdair’s more interesting ancestors – some of them may even appear in future books of the series!
Elspet Marion MacAlasdair (1310-1750)
Eldest of the MacAlasdairs to be born after the first war of independence, coming of age as the middle ages were ending, Elspet embraced the Renaissance and all it had to offer. She invested in expeditions to the New World—“one can only fly so far or carry so much, after all”—expanded the library at Loch Aranoch considerably, and, so rumor has it, even joined a troupe of actors near the middle of her life. To her family (including Andrew, the father of Stephen, Colin, and Judith) and respectable guests, she would neither confirm nor deny these stories, but she did say that posing as a boy was easy enough to one accustomed to posing as a human.
From the soot-stained sides of the alley, shadows emerged and became men. Judith counted five: big fellows, all of them, and at least two openly carried long knives. She let out all her breath, hissing it through her teeth, and took a step back.
“It’s all right,” William said, putting a hand on her arm. Oh, good: he was going to try and be protective. This day was going wonderfully. He turned to the men. “Very sorry to disturb you. We’ll just be on our way.”
Protective and diplomatic. Even better.
“Don’t move,” growled one of the larger men. “Don’t run. Don’t scream. You’d better not scream. Nobody’d hear you. Nobody’d come anyway.”
Even from a distance, he reeked of drink. His eyes were glassy, and he grinned when he spoke in a way that Judith didn’t like at all. Neither did she like the way the others were looking at him, taking their cues. On their own, sober, any of them might have been reasonable. Right now she could feel the avalanche building.
Judith took more quick inventory. The men would probably catch up quickly if they tried to run. The alley was dark, and the leader was probably right: she’d never known most people in cities to intervene, and the local constabulary didn’t take much interest in a neighborhood like this one. She wasn’t armed. She didn’t know if William had brought whatever weapon he’d been reaching for out at Finlay’s, or how skilled he was with it if he had. And she was wearing skirts.
She sighed, held still, and decided to try a little diplomacy of her own. “I’m sure we can settle this peaceably. Just leave us enough money for tickets home, aye? We’ll hand over the rest.”
The leader shook his head. “Won’t need money when we’re done with you. Won’t need to go home, either,” he said. Judith didn’t recognize what cue he gave, and he didn’t speak, but she heard footsteps behind her.
Fine, then. Fine.
She whirled, caught the man’s outstretched hand as he tried to grab her arm—they always tried for the bicep if you were a woman, devil only knew why—and used his body as a pivot for her own. Her elbow smashed into his jaw with all her weight behind it. His head snapped sideways with a cracking sound: his jaw, not his neck, for he yelled in agony and staggered back, clutching the side of his face.
There was no time to see William’s reaction.
“Are we finished—” she started to ask.
Then the leader roared and rushed forward, and the rest followed his lead. It was an answer, just not the one Judith had wanted. “I did my best,” she muttered, not sure if she was speaking to William or the robbers or her own conscience. Then she gave herself over to the moment.