Praise for New York Times bestselling author
BRENDA JOYCE
Masters of Time series
“For intense emotions, power-packed writing, alpha males and building sexual tension, Joyce is unrivaled.
In the second installment of the Masters of Time she lures us into the seductive world of good and evil as the brotherhood of the Masters fights demonic powers. She grabs and holds you a willing captive from the opening until the very end.”
—RT Book Reviews on Dark Rival
“Her world of Healers and Masters is rich and the plot well-handled…The supporting characters are excellent, the sex scenes are plentiful…and the plot thick, making this sophomore series entry a fine entertainment, sure to gratify fans of the bestselling kickoff.”
—Publishers Weekly on Dark Rival
“Bestselling author Joyce kicks off her Masters of Time series with a master’s skill, instantly elevating her to the top ranks of the ever-growing list of paranormal romance authors. Steeped in action and sensuality, populated by sexy warriors and strong women, graced with lush details and a captivating story…superlative.”
—Publishers Weekly, starred review, on Dark Seduction
“A powerfully emotional, ingenious novel about a world peopled with characters that completely capture your imagination. The pages sing with excitement, drama and passion. Joyce sets the standard for otherworldly lovers.”
—RT Book Reviews on Dark Seduction
Also by Brenda Joyce
The Masters of Time
DARK RIVAL
DARK SEDUCTION
The de Warenne Dynasty
A DANGEROUS LOVE
THE PERFECT BRIDE
A LADY AT LAST
THE STOLEN BRIDE
THE MASQUERADE
THE PRIZE
Watch for the upcoming Masters of Time novels
DARK VICTORY
DARK LOVER
Dark Embrace
Brenda Joyce
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This one’s for all of you who have supported
my new series, The Masters of Time,
with so much incredible enthusiasm!
Thank you!
Once again I must give my sincere thanks to
Laurel letherby, without whom I’d be lost in every possible
way. I also want to thank my editor Miranda Stecyk for her
phenomenal editing—especially her
line editing, which is the best I’ve ever had.
Please, keep on cutting!
PROLOGUE
Loch Awe, Scotland, 1436
“A HIGHLANDER WITH NO CLAN, no father but Satan’s spawn and ye still war for land? ’Tis not the land ye need, Lismore,” Argyll spat. “Ye need a father and a soul.”
Aidan of Awe trembled with rage, the glen behind him filled with the dead and the dying. His Campbell rival sawed on his steed’s reins and smiled savagely, clearly aware he had delivered the final blow that day, and galloped off toward his departing army.
Aidan breathed hard, blue eyes flashing. His breath was warm in the cold winter air, hanging there like the smoke from the camp’s fires. He could not know ifArgyll had chosen his words with care or not. It was not a secret that he was a bastard, born in rape and shame. Still, when his father was alive, he had been the king’s favorite and the Defender of the Realm. Aidan realized he could turn over Argyll’s meaning a hundred times and never decide if the man knew the entire black truth about the Earl of Moray. But in these dark and bloody times, only the most foolish of men would be oblivious to the war between good and evil that raged across the world, and the Campbell was no fool. Perhaps he knew of the matters secretly spoken of betwixt the Masters and the gods.
He turned now to stare at the last of the warring men, his leine soaking wet and clinging to his muscular body. His men were all Highlanders and they’d fought mostly on foot, with long and broad swords, with daggers and pikes. They were dirty, tired, bloody—and loyal to him. Men had died for him that day. The snow was red with their blood—and that of the Campbells.
Aidan took up his stallion’s reins. His men were returning from the glen, trudging tiredly toward him, their larger weapons heaved over shoulders, the wounded being helped by their comrades. Still, every man smiled and nodded at him as they passed. He spoke or nodded to each in turn, to let each man know he was grateful for their arms and valor.
Tents were raised and cook fires started. Aidan handed his stallion off to a young, hopeful Highland lad, when he felt a frisson of alarm. The emotion came from afar, but the vibration went entirely through him.
In that instant, he knew that the fear he sensed came from his son, who was safely at home.
Or so he had thought.
With his seven senses, he pinpointed Ian. His son remained at Castle Awe, where he had left him.
He did not hesitate. He vanished into time.
It took a very brief moment to be flung through time and space back to Castle Awe. The leap ripped him through the forest, pine branches tearing at him, and then past the rock-strewn, snow-tipped mountaintops, through white stars and bright suns, with such terrible gut-wrenching force and speed that he wanted to scream. The velocity threatened to rip him from limb to limb, and shred him into tiny pieces of hair and skin. But he had been leaping time for years, ever since being chosen, and he had learned how to endure the torment. Now his only thought was that evil was hunting his son, and his determination overshadowed the pain.
He landed in his own north tower, going down to all fours so hard it was as if his wrists and knees had shattered. The chamber was spinning with dizzying speed while he urgently tried to become oriented.
The room had not ceased turning when he felt a huge evil presence approaching, a power so great and so dark that he dreaded looking up.
With the evil, there was Ian’s fear and rage.
He raised his head, in growing horror.
A huge man