Midnight's Temptation (Dark Warriors Series #7)

Midnight's Temptation (Dark Warriors Series #7)

by Donna Grant

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Ever since that fateful night, he can't stop thinking about her. A timeless beauty in a nightclub, she moved across the dance floor like an angel, surrendering to the music—and casting a spell that could only be magic. When Phelan took her in his arms and kissed her, the Highlander knew this was no ordinary woman. This was a Druidess who could fulfill his every desire—or destroy him completely…

She is a mystery—a woman on the run, hunted by two different men. As much as she longs to be captured by the magnificent warrior Phelan, she knows she must resist the temptation. A vengeful evil is stalking her, watching her every move—a madman who will stop at nothing to possess her power. Once, she sold a piece of her soul for magic. Is she willing to risk Phelan's life, and give up her heart…for love?

Midnight's Temptation is a Dark Warriors novel from New York Times bestselling author Donna Grant.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250017284
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 10/01/2013
Series: Dark Warrior Series , #7
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 432
Sales rank: 351,146
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her "totally addictive" and "unique and sensual" stories. She's written more than thirty novels spanning multiple genres of romance including the bestselling Dark King stories, Dark Craving, Night's Awakening, and Dawn's Desire. Her acclaimed series, Dark Warriors, feature a thrilling combination of Druids, primeval gods, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her husband, two children, a dog, and four cats in Texas.

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Late August

He tangled his fingers in her long, thick, ebony tresses, her sighs of pleasure making his blood singe his veins. Her feminine curves were a heady delight to a man starved for her.

Golden skin speaking of Spanish heritage and as smooth as satin called him to touch more of her. He lay on his side, her body pressed against him. His hand glided past the indent of her waist and over a gently flared hip down to her thigh.

Her legs parted instantly. His lungs seized when his fingers delved into the black curls, trimmed and partially shaved, hiding her sex.

“Please,” she whispered.

Her voice, seductive and low, beckoned him, urged him. And he wasn’t going to disappoint.

He groaned, his cock swelling even more, when her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders. Her breathy sighs filled the room as he caressed the sensitive flesh of her sex.

It wasn’t until she shook from need that he finally dipped a finger inside her. He ground his teeth together at the feel of her slick heat.

She was everything he wanted and more, so much more. To finally have her in his bed, to have his hands on her … it was almost too good to be true.

Her eyes opened, and he looked into dark pools of desire. She clung to him, her lips parted as her hips rocked against him.

He rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs. She grinned up at him, daring him to take her. His arousal grazed her sex, causing her to gasp at the sensation.

He fisted his hands in the pillow and brought his raging body back under control. He would have her, but he wanted her screaming in pleasure first. Only then would he fill her with his cock.

With a dip of his head, he bent and closed his mouth around a turgid nipple. His tongue circled the peak before he began to suckle.

She cried out and held his head between her hands. He moved to her other breast and teased that nipple until she was writhing beneath him.

Now, now he would kiss down her body until his lips were on her sex. He would bring her to the brink several times before he allowed her to climax.

Then he would plunge inside her, have her legs wrap around him as he brought them to ecstasy.

He kissed the valley between her breasts, but before he could place another kiss on her sweet skin, she rolled him onto his back and straddled him.

His heart missed a beat. She was a magnificent sight with her wealth of midnight hair falling around her shoulders to lay alongside her full, tempting breasts.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. He was caught in her fawn-colored gaze. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t in control of the lovemaking. She was.

And it thrilled him far more than was comfortable.

Her full lips tilted up in the barest of smiles. A smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing to him. And she loved it.

He swallowed heavily, his rod jumping with anticipation. His balls tightened when she reached down and took him in hand. Somehow he kept his hands in the sheets, fisted tightly. Sweat broke out over his body as he fought to keep still for her.

Only for her. No other woman had ever commanded him in such a way, and he feared no other ever would.

She was on her knees, her entrance above his arousal while she ran her hands up and down his length. She was teasing him as he planned to tease her.

He’d never ached for a woman before. Not once had he hungered to have a certain woman in his arms. But she changed everything.

No longer could he hold off from touching her. He cupped her bountiful breasts and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. In response, she swirled her thumb over the head of his shaft.

He groaned and lifted his hips. His cock came in contact with the soft folds of her sex, and his control snapped.

As if she knew he had gone over the brink, she lowered herself onto him. He was mindless, feral with need. With a jerk, he pulled her down as he raised his hips until he was fully seated inside her. She groaned, her head thrown back and the ends of her hair brushing his thighs.

For a second, he couldn’t move. Her tight, slick walls held him suspended between agony and pleasure, torment and release. He knew in that moment that she commanded his body.

His fear was that her reach would extend past his body to his heart, or worse—his soul.

With his heart hammering in his chest, she began to rock her hips. He closed his eyes to feel every delightful, perfect minute of her.

There was a slight thumping that intruded upon him, but he was determined to ignore it. He rolled over, taking her with him. He lost her in the blankets. Panic seized him as he searched, only to find himself clutching a pillow instead of her soft body.

Phelan opened his eyes to the pillow and flopped onto his back. He threw an arm over his eyes as his cock ached for relief.

“Fuck,” he ground out in vexation.

The dreams he was having of Aisley intensified every night, leaving him aroused and unsatisfied no matter how many times he tried to pleasure himself afterward.

He had been on her trail for almost two months now. He still wasn’t sure why he let her walk out of that nightclub after he first kissed her.

He hadn’t expected her to run. Women didn’t run from him.

But Aisley did.

That was part of why she intrigued him, but it went beyond that. She was different. That one kiss they shared had rocked him to his very core. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Or wanting her.

His mobile phone vibrated on the bedside table. Phelan pondered not answering it, but he knew they would only call again.

“What?” he demanded as he answered the call.

“What the hell is your problem?” Charon’s voice asked with a note of irritation.

Phelan rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. He hoped the call would cool his ardor, but if it didn’t, another cold shower to start the day would. “It doesna matter. What’s the reason for the call?”

The pause on the other end of the line had Phelan glancing over at the clock. The bright green lights staring back at him told him it was 2:33 in the morning.

“Charon,” Phelan urged as the silence grew.

“We’re getting desperate,” Charon said tightly. “There’s been no sign of Jason.”

Jason Wallace. The very reason Phelan had to take extra time away from tracking Aisley. Jason was a drough, a Druid who gave part of his soul to the Devil in order to use black magic.

Phelan untangled his legs from the sheets and sat up. “I’ve seen nothing of him. Maybe Jason is dead as we’ve suspected all along.”

“I need to know for certain.”

Phelan drew in a deep breath, hating the weariness and worry he heard in his friend’s voice. “Laura is safe. She’s with you.”

“Are any of us ever really safe with a drough about?” Charon asked. “My wife asks me to forget about Wallace, but I hear Laura on the phone with the other Druids talking about ways to use their magic to look for him.”

Phelan scrubbed a hand down his face. How many times had the mies used the magic nature gave them to look for Wallace? The mies were the good Druids and luckily on their side.

Despite the Druids’ magic and the powers within Warriors like Phelan, they had found nothing of Jason Wallace. The Druids had potent magic, but as a Highlander with a primeval god inside him, Phelan should have found Jason by now.

He had been alone for so long, and he thought it would always be that way. Then he found Charon. An unlikely friendship had begun between them that brought them as close as brothers.

After one monster of a betrayal, Phelan found it difficult to trust. Charon had changed all of that. Phelan would do anything for the man he considered a brother.

However, it wasn’t just for Charon that he searched for Wallace. It was for himself. He wanted to put the past behind him. He wanted to think of a future that included peace—or as much peace as a Warrior could ever achieve.

“I’m no’ giving up,” Phelan stated. “I’m tired of fighting droughs. First Deirdre, then Declan, and now Jason. It has to end sometime.”

“Laura keeps reminding me there can no’ be good without evil. There’s a balance.”

“Aye. This last time evil nearly won.”

Phelan hated to think how close they had been to losing the last battle. Fortunately, Charon had made some powerful friends at Dreagan Distillery. Those “friends” ended up being dragon shifters.

The Dragon Kings had been around since the beginning of time. It was on their land the battle had been fought with the dragons in the skies and Warriors on the ground.

“It was too damn close,” Charon agreed softly.

“Any word from Rhys or the others at Dreagan?”

Charon grunted. “Nothing. They have their hands full right now, but they’re keeping an eye out for us.”

“What of the selmyr?”

Just thinking of the hideous beasts made Phelan bite back a growl. The selmyr were ancient creatures that fed off magical entities. The Druids and Warriors were perfect meals. The only thing the selmyr feared were the Dragon Kings.

“Nothing,” Charon said with a sigh. “The waiting is wearing on Laura.”

“All will be well, my friend,” Phelan vowed. “I can stop my search and help you keep watch over Laura.”

Phelan would do it in a heartbeat after everything Charon had done for him, but he prayed he wouldn’t have to give up searching for Aisley. He had to find her, to taste her sweet lips once more and know if the kiss had been a one-time thing, or if there was something between them.

“Nay. You and Malcolm are the only ones out looking for Wallace.”

The first ghost of a grin pulled at Phelan’s lips. “Ah, so the infamous MacLeod Druids couldna talk their men into allowing them out to look, aye?”

“Nay,” Charon said, a smile in his voice. “Neither could the Warriors persuade the women to let them go.”

“Oh, I can imagine the bickering going on at the castle now.”

“Which is one reason we are no’ there,” Charon said. “Where are you anyway?”

Phelan rose from the bed and walked to the window to look out over the city. “Glasgow. I’ll head west at dawn.”

“Keep in touch.”

“Same to you.”

Phelan ended the call and tossed the mobile phone on the bed. He put his palms against the window and dropped his head. Without even trying to, Phelan could feel Aisley’s magic.

It had always been so between Warriors and Druids. It began centuries ago when Rome invaded their land. The Celts stood against Rome, but that couldn’t last forever.

That’s where the Druids came in. The mies had no answer for the Celts, but the droughs did. They brought up gods long buried in Hell to inhabit the bodies of the strongest warriors from each family.

Those men became the first Warriors and soon defeated Rome. But the droughs hadn’t been able to remove the gods from the men. It took the combined magic of droughs and mies to bind the gods.

The gods then moved through the bloodline to the strongest warrior of each generation. Until a power-hungry drough named Deirdre found the scroll detailing how to unbind the gods and which clan to start with—MacLeod.

It was the three MacLeod brothers who were matched in every way that were the first Warriors to have their god unbound. After that, it didn’t take Deirdre long to find others.

Four hundred years ago the MacLeods, and the group of Warriors and Druids who sought sanctuary at their castle, nearly ended Deidre.

Unbeknownst to them, a drough in the twenty-first century had his sights on Deirdre. Declan used his magic to bring Deirdre forward in time.

While the Druids of MacLeod Castle combined their magic to send Warriors into the future to find Deirdre, Charon and Phelan had lived in the quiet glory of four centuries without droughs trying to take over the world.

It had been wonderful, and Phelan craved that same calm again.

But nothing could last forever. Deirdre and Declan had combined forces, but luck had been on the Warriors’ side. It had been one of the greatest moments of Phelan’s life watching Deirdre die.

It hadn’t taken them long to kill Declan either. It should have ended there, but it didn’t.

A year later a new evil took Declan’s place—his cousin, Jason Wallace.

Phelan turned away from the window and walked into the bathroom to turn on the shower.

The Druids could overpower a Warrior. Phelan had not only seen it done, but had it done to him. Their only saving grace was the fact a Warrior could detect magic. A mies magic felt soothing and … right. While a drough’s magic was like something was trying to smother him.

Phelan stepped into the shower and closed his eyes as he took in Aisley’s magic. Hot water pounded his shoulders, but everything he was centered on Aisley’s magic. The feel of it wasn’t just powerful and amazing. It was seductive, erotic, and altogether astonishing.

He wasn’t sure where she was, but she was close. Close enough that he could feel her magic. It’s how he was tracking her.

Somehow she knew when he got close, because she would run again.

But she couldn’t run forever.


Copyright © 2013 by Donna Grant

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Bitten-By-Love-Reviews More than 1 year ago
Ever since that fateful night, he can't stop thinking about her. A timeless beauty in a nightclub, she moved across the dance floor like an angel, surrendering to the music--and casting a spell that could only be magic. When Phelan took her in his arms and kissed her, the Highlander knew this was no ordinary woman. This was a Druidess who could fulfill his every desire--or destroy him completely... She is a mystery--a woman on the run, hunted by two different men. As much as she longs to be captured by the magnificent warrior Phelan, she knows she must resist the temptation. A vengeful evil is stalking her, watching her every move--a madman who will stop at nothing to possess her power. Once, she sold a piece of her soul for magic. Is she willing to risk Phelan's life, and give up her heart...for love? Aisley was like an angel surrendering to the music, yet she is a Druidess one of the evil ones. She is on the run with two men hunting her; one a madman and one a magnificent warrior. Midnight's Temptation weaves good and evil in an exciting, very moving and sexy way. It is packed full of action in the chase against warriors. The warriors not wanting evil to win again. I like how the story was as old as time yet modern too. All the twists and turns of ancient time bring to life the romance of good and evil in Aisley and Phelan's time. You are kept wondering who will win out and will good overcome evil in this exciting romance.
jenruthdown More than 1 year ago
I have read every single book Donna Grant has ever written and she NEVER disappoints me! This book was absolutely amazing and I will be re-reading it again and again! I have found my new favorite author!
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It's great
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Must read series
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ilivetoread52 More than 1 year ago
Another great read! Love her books.
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chalie More than 1 year ago
I love this series!!!!!!!!!
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Loved this rollercoaster ride. It had highs and lows, passion and heartache. Phelan and Aisley's story made for a page turning-entertainmnet filled ride from start to finish. Couldn't put it down once I started.
GirlyGirlBookReviews More than 1 year ago
Donna grant is one of those authors that I don’t even read what one of her books are about I just buy it they are all so great! Midnight’s Temptation was another awesome installment of the Dark Warriors series. I wanted Phelan’s  story as soon as we were introduced to his character in Highlander Untamed. I was not let down! Such a fantastic read! It grabs you from the start and doesn’t let go!¿Phelan for the most part of his life has been a loner and a ladies man. Traveling the world and making up for all the time he was held captive in Deidra’s Mountain. Also Struggling with his hatred of Droughs(Evil Druids). Which he has let run his life. He sets himself apart from the other warriors, but he wonders what it would be like to be apart of a family. At the end of Midnight’s Captive Phelan and Aisley share a scorching kiss and he can’t let her go but she runs from him. Which leaves him stunned because women do not run from him. He is drawn to her and her magic is like none he has ever felt. He will catch her.¿Aisley is running for her life. She left her evil cousin Jason Wallace for dead and now he wants revenge. There is also a warrior she just knows is going to kill her but then to her surprise he kisses her instead.  Aisley wants desperately to make up for her past mistakes. Things are not always what they seem but when Phelan finds out that she is the one thing he has sworn his life to killing, a drough. Will their new-found love hold strong. You will delve deeper into the Warrior’s fight against evil. Just when they think they won it only gets worse. Also some new characters are introduced and you will see more of the Dragon Kings!¿This was one heart breaking love story! You will be on the edge of your seat and crying at the same time! Keep a box of tissues ready because you will need them!¿I received and ARC for an honest review.
Emsy-VanWyck More than 1 year ago
Can love triumph over a hatred that spans centuries? LOVED this book. Midnight's Temptation (book seven) finds warrior Phelan tracking a Druidess (Aisley) across Scotland. He sees her, kisses her, and can't forget her, so he follows her magic while she's on the run. When she crashes and he rescues her, he can sense that the current drouth baddie Jason, whom the warriors just did battle with, is after her. But he doesn't know her secret - that she's not only Jason's cousin, but a drough herself. I had seen Aisley in previous Dark Warriors novels and was never able to quite get a fix on her, in Midnight's Temptation we are now able to see who she is and how she came to be involved with Jason. And the interplay between Phelan and Aisley - fabulous. Of course there is more magic, encounters with druids and some other magical beings, and a battle with Jason. The ending is a true cliffhanger till the last few pages. I'd advise any paranormal romance fan to make sure that Donna Grant's books are in the library on your e-reader or on your bookshelves (though some of her books, like the novella, are only available electronically at this time). I vote five bunches of mistletoe for this series of three spellbinding tales by Grant that help to round out a fabulous series.
debkayenm More than 1 year ago
As usual Donna Grant has outdone herself in this series. I have enjoyed reading all of these books by her. If you haven't read them you must start at the beginning and read them through, which I will be doing AGAIN!! The story line has been thrilling and most definitely not boring! I look forward to her next series as I know she will not disappoint.
kk_71556 More than 1 year ago
As with any book Donna writes...I love it. This whole series is wonderful.
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Not a fan of the "scottish brogue" style of dialogue writing, it's just plain annoying to read.  It made the story and romance unenjoyable.
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KaybeeKE More than 1 year ago
This book is amazing! I love this series and Donna Grant, but I must say "Midnight's Temptation" is the best one yet, in this series. I could not put it down. I was so drawn in and so emotionally invested in these characters. I was moved to tears more than once. If I could have given it 10 stars I would have. I can hardly wait for the next book.
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