Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge-4 stars from RT Book Reviews: In the second novel of her Dark Desires of the Druids series, Roman proficiently combines well-defined characters, a thrilling plot and steamy love scenes into a novel that readers will be loath to put down. The final confrontation between the protagonist and the villain is not quite as dramatic as expected, but still delivers a satisfying conclusion. Readers will anxiously await the next installment of the series.
Morgana sipped her tea in the morning room, enjoying the quiet. It wasn’t often she enjoyed the peace of her own house. In the distance, her staff bustled in the kitchen, preparing for guests, but for these precious few minutes, she had the room to herself.
Positioning her chair directly in a beam of sunlight, she let the late September warmth cradle her. Clearing her mind, she embraced that ray of light and simply sat. Magick thrummed through her, the enchantment of it encircling her.
Her interlude was cut short far too soon.
“Lord Granville,” Jacobs announced.
She nodded to her butler, noticed his displeasure at the return of the Englishman, and rose to greet him. Her staff was mistrustful, so protective of her. Not that she blamed them. They had ample reason not to trust interlopers.
“Lord Granville.” She smiled, hands outstretched. He clasped her ungloved hand, the roughened fingers absurdly gentle on her skin as they stroked it. A shiver raced up her spine. Morgana cleared her throat, then promptly forgot how to speak when his lips caressed her knuckles.
“Thank you,” she managed in a somewhat normal voice, “for meeting me so early. Have you had breakfast?”
Her fingers tingled from where his lips touched her hand. In fact, the shiver continued to race up and down her arm, and set her heart beating faster.
“Yes.” He nodded, a wicked look in his dark blue eyes. He knew exactly what he did to her and was unrepentant.
Two could play at that game.
“Tea, then?” she asked, a saucy smile on her lips.
His eyes lingered on her mouth and the impossible blue of them darkened further. Heart pounding, Morgana controlled her breathing and rang for more tea. In those few moments, she made up her mind about two things.
One was that she could trust Lord Granville. Her instinct had never steered her wrong, and in this instance, it compelled her to take him into her confidence. Not only would he be a valuable ally in her quest to stop David, he could be an indispensable connection to the other masters.
The second was much more primal. She wanted him. She wanted him with a need unfamiliar to her. And she was going to have him.