The Devil of Clan Sinclair by Karen Ranney- Book Tour, Book Review, Giveaway

The Devil of Clan Sinclair

Book One in the Clan Sinclair Series

By: Karen Ranney

Releasing July 30^th, 2013

 The first in New York Times bestselling author Karen Ranney's brand new Clan Sinclair series. It's true love in the Scottish highlands. 

 Virginia Traylor, Countess of Barrett, is in dire straights... Lawrence Traylor's death left his family in a desperate situation. He'd spent his wife's fortune on property that became entailed, passing to his cousin. If Virginia could have an heir before the allotted time was up, the title would remain in the family, but more important they'd have the income from the farms belonging to the estate. Only one problem: Lawrence had never wanted to bed his wife. Who would play surrogate husband?

Enter Macrath Sinclair, the self-made Scottish millionaire and the man with whom Virginia had fallen in love before her father chose Lawrence as her husband. Virginia travels to Scotland, becomes pregnant, and gives birth to a boy - who is promptly stolen by Macrath when he realizes he's become a father.

Virginia travels to Scotland in a desperate attempt to get Macrath to see reason. He must relinquish his son. The world sees the child as the 11th Earl of Barrett.

Another problem: Macrath isn't going to give up his son, and he wasn't all that happy about letting Virginia go, either.

Can they put asside their differences and make their new family work?

Macrath Sinclair loved her, she loved him. He was going to ask for her hand from her father, but her father wanted a title. And despite her broken heart, she gave in to it – went into a loveless marriage, secure her father a title and she became Virginia Traylor, Countess of Barrett. A year later however, she didn’t expect to become a widow and be bombarded with problems. Penniless and short of being thrown out of their homes, Virginia took a desperate risk to go to Scotland and knocked on the door of the only man who ever captured her heart.

Macrath Sinclair was known as The Devil the moment he moved in the tiny Scottish village hoping for solace to work on his inventions and nurse his broken heart. He wanted to have a family of his own, so he brought a gigantic house for the woman he wanted to marry. However, she chose another one – someone with a title. The moment he opened the door for her, he knew he should have pushed her to go home, but one look at her, he knew Virginia needed him and he wants her more than ever. But Virginia has secrets she could not dare tell him, she couldn’t stay. She was needed somewhere else. All she has are moments, and she’s going to allow herself to love her one more time before she flees again. 

 I always have a soft spot for Historical Romances – since my mom has tons of it and this was the first type of books I have ever read after I graduated from Nancy Drews, Sweet Valley and Hardy Boys. I might have hated Virginia when she ‘used’ Macrath, but considering she also has a family she came to love and needed to protect, I think her actions were justified. I wished that she should have just told him honestly rather than deceived him, he would have understood. He would have helped her with her problems because he was totally in love with her. Macrath, on the other hand, is a great character. No matter how much she hurt him or how she broke his heart, he was always willing to be there for her. 

The Devil Clan of Sinclair tells a story about deceit, desperation, hope and unconditional love. The romance is outstanding, it will have you swooning, and the twist and turns will have your heart thumping and you wouldn’t rest until you make sure that everyone has their happy ending. I love how everything worked out for the both of them in the end – they both deserved it after everything they have been through especially for Virginia. I can’t wait for the next installment in the series!

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“Do you want this, Virginia?”

She pulled back and gazed up at him. “Yes. For the last year, I haven’t been able to forget you. Yours is the face I saw before I slept. I prayed for you when I should have been praying for my own husband. Perhaps if I had, I wouldn’t be here now.”

“Then we’ll go to perdition together,” he said, “because I can’t be sorry for your husband’s death.”

He pulled her inside his suite, closing the door firmly behind him, striding through the sitting room and into the bedroom to stand beside his bed.

He’d left the lamp on in the sitting room and considered lighting the one on the table beside the bed, dismissing the thought instantly. That would take too long, and he was impatient enough as it was.

He removed her garments one by one, gently set them aside, revealing her like she was a present lovingly wrapped for his delectation. The bow was, perhaps, her bodice with its jet buttons and full sleeves. The paper was her corset cover and the corset he unlaced with deft fingers.

The package was her skirt, shift, and pantaloons, until she stood in front of him naked with only her shoes and black garters holding up her silk stockings.

The contrast of her black stockings against her white skin was yet another present.

He held out his hand and she placed hers on it for balance. Bending, he removed her shoes then her stockings with such speed he was amazed at his own dexterity.

He stood studying her like she was one of his ice machines. He expected her to cover her breasts with her arms. Or shield the curls at the juncture of her thighs. She did neither, merely stood with her hands at her sides, letting him look his fill.

Now he wished he’d lit another lamp.

“You’re as beautiful as I always thought you’d be,” he said.

“You imagined me naked?” Her voice sounded surprised.

He smiled. “Endlessly.”

He had never touched her breasts, never stroked her skin with fingertips that were rough and tender at once. Yet it felt like he had, as if he knew her like he knew himself.

Still, some innate caution whispered at him to pay attention; there was more here than he could see. She trembled, but was it from fear or eagerness?

Karen Ranney wanted to be a writer from the time she was five years old and filled her Big Chief tablet with stories. People in stories did amazing things and she was too shy to do anything amazing. Years spent in Japan, Paris, and Italy, however, not only fueled her imagination but proved that she wasn't that shy after all. Yet she prefers to keep her current adventures between the covers of her books. Karen lives in San Antonio, Texas, and loves to hear from her readers at karen@karenranney.com

    

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