Kiss of the Highlander

Mass Market Paperback | September 4, 2001

byKaren Marie Moning

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A laird trapped between centuries...

Enchanted by a powerful spell, Highland laird Drustan MacKeltar slumbered for nearly five centuries hidden deep in a cave, until an unlikely savior awakened him. The enticing lass who dressed and spoke like no woman he’d ever known was from his distant future, where crumbled ruins were all that remained of his vanished world. Drustan knew he had to return to his own century if he was to save his people from a terrible fate. And he needed the bewitching woman by his side....

A woman changed forever in his arms...

Gwen Cassidy had come to Scotland to shake up her humdrum life and, just maybe, meet a man. How could she have known that a tumble down a Highland ravine would send her plunging into an underground cavern — to land atop the most devastatingly seductive man she’d ever seen? Or that once he’d kissed her, he wouldn’t let her go?

Bound to Drustan by a passion stronger than time, Gwen is swept back to sixteenth-century Scotland, where a treacherous enemy plots against them ... and where a warrior with the power to change history will defy time itself for the woman he loves....

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A laird trapped between centuries...Enchanted by a powerful spell, Highland laird Drustan MacKeltar slumbered for nearly five centuries hidden deep in a cave, until an unlikely savior awakened him. The enticing lass who dressed and spoke like no woman he’d ever known was from his distant future, where crumbled ruins were all that remai...

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A laird trapped between centuries... Enchanted by a powerful spell, Highland laird Drustan MacKeltar slumbered for nearly five centuries hidden deep in a cave, until an unlikely savior awakened him. The enticing lass who dressed and spoke like no woman he'd ever known was from his distant future, where crumbled ruins were all that rema...

Karen Marie Moning is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Fever series, featuring MacKayla Lane, and the award-winning Highlander series. She has a bachelor’s degree in society and law from Purdue University.

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Format:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:432 pages, 6.9 × 4.2 × 1.1 inPublished:September 4, 2001Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Kiss of the highlander Fab book, great story. Thoroughly enjoyed it, couldn't put it down.
Date published: 2014-07-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Mrs Fantastic reading ,i could not put the book down once i had started to read it, i loved it.
Date published: 2014-01-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Another great read by Moning Another great instalment of the Highlander Series, kiss of the Highlander introduces us to the Druids. If you have read the Fever Series this is where you’ll start to hear some names that are also in the Fever series. I actually found this shed a little light on to parts of that series that were only touched on. Drustan MacKeltar is put under a spell that has him sleep for a few hundred years where he meets Gwen and intelligent Physicist who he needs to bring back to his time in order to save himself and find the person who put him under the spell. Moning creates wonderful characters and a light sense of humour that makes her books very enjoyable.
Date published: 2011-08-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from This book was great I don't have much to say about this book except that it was awesome just like the other books in the series and I can't wait to get my hands on the next book. I loved the storyline and the characters were great and I always love a happy ending. If you haven't read this series yet go and pick it up. :0)
Date published: 2011-06-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book! This was the first book I read from Karen and it made me buy the entire Highlander series of books. I've greatly enjoyed them all.
Date published: 2011-01-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Perhaps my favourite out of the series This is the 4th book of KMM's Highlander Series and is about Drustan and Gwen's romance. If you've read the previous books, there are certain elements that reoccur and shouldn't be a surprise (time travel) but comes with a bit of a twist. However, this is when it starts to get even more interesting because druid magic begins to play a vital role, and the events of this story are important in the next book called "The Dark Highlander". Personally, I love it when stand alone stories connect and if you enjoyed Drustan and Gwen's story, you will not want to miss the next one about his brother Dageus. This book was hilarious in a few parts and was quite entertaining. Also, if you are reading or will read the Fever series, you will probably want to read about Drustan as he is one of the druids that appear in that story.
Date published: 2011-01-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Delicious! A remarkabley woven story! Time travel seems so far fetched, but not in this love story. It fit perfectly and Moning answered all the questions to the impossibility of the magic involved. So well done! And the characters were deep and real and . . . well just read the book.
Date published: 2009-01-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from An easy read, fun and frivolous This book will never be considered literature, but for a light and fun summer read any of Moning's Highlander books is a safe bet. They're a bit cliche (tall, handsome and large proportioned heroes) but that's half the fun in reading them. Moning's plot lines are saved from becoming too hackneyed by the imaginative world she has created. A great blend of fantasy and romance. Take these on the plane or to the beach.
Date published: 2008-05-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Oh, Drustan... This is the first of the Highlander series I've read, though I've already read Darkfever by the same author. I'm planning on reading the rest of the Highlanders asap. No, really, 'tis this good. It's paranormal historical romance at its very best. At first I also thought the Highlander books would be eight carbon copies of Outlander, but after reading Kiss and the synopses from the other books I can safely say 'tis not so! Och, ye canna help but fall in lust. Gwen Cassidy's life was bland, no doubt about it. The daughter of two famous scientists, it was only natural that she follow in their footsteps. Only to end up dated for three reasons: to try to win her parents' good graces, to see if she had any theories worth stealing, and for the prestige of dating the "prodigy". She'd been frighteningly cynical by twenty-one. Dropped out of the doctorate program at twenty-three. Lonely as hell by twenty-five. The trip to Scotland was supposed to be it. She was going to get someone to finally pop her cherry. Only to find THE cherry tree topper downer. Uh, whoa, that's... great... but, whoa! Highlander laird Drustan MacKeltar has been asleep for five centuries, enchanted by a powerful spell. Awakening to find a woman sprawled on top of him, he can't help but get... ideas. But he quickly sobers as reality hits him. Five hundred years... and crumbled ruins where he used to dwell. He must return to his own century to change history and save his people from a terrible fate. But he needs Gwen, for she could surely be the one to save him. Passion stronger than time will defy the laws of the universe.
Date published: 2008-01-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Worthy of every minute of your reading time! Loved this book. The characters, Gwen & Dustin, have an interesting start to their relationship and I absolutely loved the ending. It is a passionate love story that will have you reading all night long. Check it out...
Date published: 2006-07-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! KMM has outdone herself again. If you're thinking of reading this book go back to the others in the series first so you get more of the depth with secondary characters..namely Adam Black- the order is: Touch, Tame, Kiss, Mist, Dark, Immortal, Spell. Amazing books! There romantic, fun, adventurous and whitty-but of course when the future meets the past that is bound to happen!
Date published: 2006-06-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Best Ever This is Karen 4th book in the Highlander series. Though this book can stand alone it is better appreciated when read in order. You will appreciate the 'magic'and folklore more. The story is full of fine detail and suspense. I did not want to put the book down. I can't wait to read the Dark Highlander.
Date published: 2006-05-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Addictive! I absolutely loved this book. I took it with me on vacation and was so enthralled in the story that I was taking the book with me wherever I went incase I could get a chance to read a few pages. It was so good! I recommend it to anyone who likes a good, entertaining read.
Date published: 2006-01-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Joyful Read Quirky and cute, this book is everything you want for a wonderful afternoon read! Adventure and romance with two characters that are so real they will capture your heart. Karen Marie Moning should be added to everyone's author wishlist!! Happy reading!
Date published: 2004-02-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from WOW It has been a very long time since I have read a really good historical romance. There are so many unexpected twists & turns that it really is unpredictable. I ran out the next day to buy the 2nd book. EXCELLENT
Date published: 2003-09-18

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Highlands of ScotlandSeptember 19, Present DayGwen Cassidy needed a man.Desperately.Failing that, she’d settle for a cigarette. God, I hate my life, she thought. I don’t even know who I am anymore.Glancing around the crowded interior of the tour bus, Gwen took a deep breath and rubbed the nicotine patch under her arm. After this fiasco, she deserved a cigarette, didn’t she? Except, even if she managed to escape the horrid bus and find a pack, she was afraid she might expire from nicotine overdose if she smoked one. The patch made her feel shaky and ill.Perhaps before quitting she should have waited until she’d found her cherry picker, she mused. It wasn’t as if she was drawing them like flies to honey in her current mood. Her virginity was hardly presented in its best light when she kept snarling at every man she met.She leaned back against the cracked seat, wincing when the bus hit a pothole and caused the wiry coils of the seat to dig into her shoulder blade. Even the smooth, mysterious, slate-gray surface of Loch Ness beyond the rattling window that wouldn’t stay closed when it rained — and wouldn’t stay open otherwise — failed to intrigue her.“Gwen, are you feeling all right?” Bert Hardy asked kindly from across the aisle.Gwen peered at Bert through her Jennifer Aniston fringed bangs, expensively beveled to attract her own Brad Pitt. Right now, they simply tickled her nose and annoyed her. Bert had proudly informed her, when they’d begun the tour a week ago, that he was seventy-three and sex had never been better (this said while patting the hand of his newlywed, plump, and blushing bride, Beatrice). Gwen had smiled politely and congratulated them and, since that mild show of interest, had become the doting couple’s favorite “young American lassie.”“I’m fine, Bert,” she assured him, wondering where he’d found the lemon polyester shirt and the golf-turf-green trousers that clashed painfully with his white leather dress shoes and tartan socks. Completing the rainbow ensemble, a red wool cardigan was neatly buttoned about his paunch.“You don’t look so well, there, dearie,” Beatrice fretted, adjusting a wide-brimmed straw hat atop her soft silvery-blue curls. “A little green about the gills.”“It’s just the bumpy ride, Beatrice.”“Well, we’re nearly to the village, and you must have a bite to eat with us before we go sightseeing,” Bert said firmly. “We can go see that house, you know, the one where that sorcerer Aleister Crowley used to live. They say it’s haunted,” he confided, wiggling bushy white brows.Gwen nodded apathetically. She knew it was futile to protest, because although she suspected Beatrice might have taken pity on her, Bert was determined to ensure that she had “fun.” It had taken her only a few days to figure out that she should never have embarked upon this ridiculous quest.But back home in Sante Fe, New Mexico, as she’d peered out the window of her cubicle at the Allstate Insurance Company, arguing with yet another injured insured who’d managed to amass an astounding $9,827 worth of chiropractic bills from an accident that had caused a mere $127 in damage to his rear bumper, the idea of being in Scotland — or anywhere else, for that matter — had been irresistible.So she’d let a travel agent convince her that a fourteen-day tour through the romantic Highlands and Lowlands of Scotland was just what she needed, at the bargain price of $999. The price was acceptable; the mere thought of doing something so impulsive was terrifying, and precisely what she needed to shake up her life.She should have known that fourteen days in Scotland for a thousand dollars had to be a senior citizens’ bus tour. But she’d been so frantic to escape the drudgery and emptiness of her life that she’d only cursorily glanced through the itinerary and not given her possible traveling companions a second thought.Thirty-eight senior citizens, ranging in age from sixty-two to eighty-nine, chatted, laughed, and embraced each new village/pub/bowel movement with boundless enthusiasm, and she knew that when they returned home they would play cards and regale their elderly and envious friends with endless anecdotes. She wondered what stories they would tell about the twenty-five-year-old virgin who had traveled with them. Prickly as a porcupine? Stupid enough to try to give up smoking while taking the first real vacation in her life and simultaneously trying to divest herself of her virginity?She sighed. The seniors really were sweet, but sweet wasn’t what she was looking for.She was looking for passionate, heart-pounding sex.Sex that was down and dirty, wild and sweaty and hot.Lately she ached for something she couldn’t even put a name to, something that made her restless and anxious when she watched 10th Kingdom or her favorite star-crossed lovers’ quest, Ladyhawke. Were she still alive, her mother, renowned physicist Dr. Elizabeth Cassidy, would assure her it was nothing more than a biological urge programmed into her genes.Following in her mother’s footsteps, Gwen had majored in physics, then worked briefly as a research assistant at Triton Corp. while completing her Ph.D. (before her Great Fit of Rebellion had landed her at Allstate). Sometimes, when her head had been swimming with equations, she’d wondered if her mother wasn’t right, if all there was to life could be explained by genetic programming and science.Popping a piece of gum in her mouth, Gwen stared out the window. She certainly wasn’t going to find her cherry picker on this bus. Nor had she entertained even a modicum of success in the prior villages. She had to do something soon, because if she didn’t, she would end up going back home no different than she’d arrived, and frankly that thought was more terrifying than the idea of seducing a man she hardly knew.The bus lurched to a halt, pitching Gwen forward. She struck her mouth on the metal frame of the seat in front of her. She cast an irate glance at the rotund, bald bus driver, wondering how the old folks always seemed to anticipate the sudden stop, when she never could. Were they simply more cautious with their brittle bones? Strapped into the seats better? In cahoots with the ancient, portly driver? She dug in her backpack for her compact and, sure enough, her lower lip was swelling.Well, maybe that will entice a man, she thought, poking it out a little more, as she dutifully followed Bert and Beatrice off the bus and into the sunny morning. Sucker lips: Didn’t men fixate on plump lips?“I can’t, Bert,” she said, when the kindly man tucked her arm in his. “I need to be alone for a little while,” she added apologetically.“Is your lip swollen again, dear?” Bert frowned. “Don’t you wear your seat belt? Are you sure you’re okay?”Gwen ignored the first two questions. “I’m fine. I just want to go for a walk and gather my thoughts,” she said, trying not to notice that Beatrice was regarding her from beneath the wide brim of her hat with the unnerving intensity of a woman who had survived multiple daughters.Sure enough, Beatrice pushed Bert toward the front steps of the inn. “You go on, Bertie,” she told her new husband. “We girls need to chat a moment.”While her husband disappeared into the quaint, thatch-roofed inn, Beatrice guided Gwen to a stone bench and pulled her down beside her.“There is a man for you, Gwen Cassidy,” Beatrice said.Gwen’s eyes widened. “How do you know that’s what I’m looking for?”Beatrice smiled, cornflower-blue eyes crinkling in her plump face. “You listen to Beatrice, dearie: Fling caution to the wind. If I were your age and looked like you, I’d be shaking my bom-bom everywhere I went.”“Bom-bom?” Gwen’s eyebrows rose.“Petunia, dear. Booty, behind,” Beatrice said with a wink. “Get out there and find a man of your own. Don’t let us spoil your trip, dragging you about. You don’t need old folks like us around. You need a strapping young man to sweep you off your feet. And keep you off them for a good long while,” she said meaningfully.“But I can’t find a man, Beatrice.” Gwen blew out a frustrated breath. “I’ve been searching for my cherry picker for months now — ”“Cherry ... Oh!” Beatrice’s round shoulders, swathed in pink wool and pearls, shook with laughter.Gwen winced. “Oh, God, how embarrassing! I can’t believe I just said that. That’s just what I started calling him in my mind because I’m the oldest living ... er — ”“Virgin,” Beatrice supplied helpfully, with another laugh.“Mm-hmm.”“Doesn’t a pretty young woman like you have a man back home?”Gwen sighed. “In the past six months I’ve dated oodles of men....” She trailed off. After her prominent parents had been killed in a plane crash in March, returning from a conference in Hong Kong, she’d turned into a veritable dating machine. Her only relative, her grandfather on her father’s side, had Alzheimer’s and hadn’t recognized her in forever. Lately, Gwen felt like the last Mohican, wandering around, desperate for someplace to call home.“And?” Beatrice prodded.“And I’m not a virgin because I’m trying to be,” Gwen said grumpily. “I can’t find a man I want, and I’m beginning to think the problem is me. Maybe I expect too much. Maybe I’m holding out for something that doesn’t even exist.” She’d voiced her secret fear. Maybe grand passion was just a dream. With all the kissing she’d done in the past few months, she’d not once been overcome with desire. Her parents certainly hadn’t had any great passion between them. Come to think of it, she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen grand passion outside of a movie theater or a book.“Oh, dearie, don’t think that!” Beatrice exclaimed. “You’re too young and lovely to give up hope. You never know when Mr. Right may walk in. Just look at me,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh. “Over-the-hill, overweight, in a dwindling market of men, I’d resigned myself to being a widow. I’d been alone for years, then one sunny morning my Bertie waltzed into the little diner on Elm Street where the girls and I breakfast every Thursday, and I fell for him harder than the fat lady at the circus takes a tumble. Dreamy as a young girl again, fussing with my hair and” — she blushed — “I even bought a few things at Victoria’s Secret.” She lowered her voice and winked. “You know you’ve got hanky-panky on your mind when perfectly respectable white bras and panties suddenly won’t do anymore, and you find yourself buying pink ones, lilac ones, lime green and the like.”Gwen cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably, wondering if her lilac bra showed through her white tank top. But Beatrice was oblivious, chatting away.“And I’ll tell you, Bertie certainly wasn’t what I thought I wanted in a man. I’d always thought I liked simple, honest, hardworking men. I never thought I’d get involved with a dangerous man like my Bertie,” she confided. Her smile turned tender, dreamy. “He was with the CIA for thirty years before he retired. You should hear some of his stories. Thrilling, positively thrilling.”Gwen gaped. “Bertie was CIA?” Rainbow Bertie?“You can’t judge the contents of the package by the wrapper, dearie,” Beatrice said, patting her cheek. “And one more piece of advice: Don’t be in too much of a rush to give it away, Gwen. Find a man who is worthy. Find a man you want to talk with into the wee hours, a man you can argue with when necessary, and a man who makes you sizzle when he touches you.”“Sizzle?” Gwen repeated doubtfully.“Trust me. When it’s right, you’ll know,” Beatrice said, beaming. “You’ll feel it. You won’t be able to walk away from it.” Satisfied that she’d said her piece, Beatrice planted a pink-lipsticked kiss on Gwen’s cheek, then rose, smoothing her sweater over her hips, before disappearing into the gaily painted inn. Gwen watched her retreat in thoughtful silence.Beatrice Hardy, age sixty-nine and a good fifty pounds overweight, walked with confidence. Glided with the grace of a woman half her size, swayed her ample bottom and serenely displayed her cleavage.In fact, she walked like she was beautiful.Worthy. Hmph!At this point, Gwen Cassidy would settle for a man who didn’t require a stiff dose of Viagra.Gwen paused to rest atop the small mountain of rocks she’d climbed. After discovering she couldn’t check into her room at the inn until after four o’clock, and firm in her resolve to not march into the nearest shop and buy a pack of that-word-she-wasn’t-saying-anymore, she’d grabbed her backpack and an apple and trotted off into the hills for an introspective hike. The hills above Loch Ness were dotted with outcroppings of stone, and the group of rocks upon which she stood extended for nearly half a mile, rising in breakneck hills and falling in jagged ravines. It had been a tough climb, but she’d relished the exercise after being cooped up in the stale air of the bus for so long.There was no denying that Scotland was lovely. She’d tromped gingerly through patches of hawthorn, skirted prickly thistles, paused to admire a rowan tree’s bright red berries, and kicked about a few spiky green horse chestnuts that heralded autumn with their tumble to the ground. She’d stood long moments admiring a field of cross-leaved heath that ascended and blended with a hillside of purple-pink heather. She and a dainty red deer had spooked each other as she’d passed through the woodland clearing in which it grazed.Peace had settled over her, the higher she’d hiked into the lush meadows and rocky hills. Far beneath her, Loch Ness stretched twenty-four miles long, over a mile wide, and, in places, a thousand feet deep, or so said the brochure that she’d read on the bus, highlighting the fact that the loch never froze in the winter because of its peaty, slightly acid content. The loch was a huge silvery mirror shimmering beneath the cloudless sky. The sun, nearly at its zenith, marked the approaching noon hour and felt delicious on her skin. The weather had been unusually warm for the past few days and she planned to take advantage of it.She flopped down on a flat rock and stretched out, soaking up the sunshine. Her group was scheduled to remain in the village until seven-thirty the following morning, so she had ample time to relax and enjoy nature before reboarding the tour bus from hell. Although she’d never meet an eligible prospect up here in the foothills, at least there were no phones ringing, with irate insureds on the other end, and no senior citizens casting nosy glances her way.

Editorial Reviews

“Rife with unexpected plot twists, Druid lore and sparkling humor ... There's much that’s fun here, both in characters and situations ... Moning's snappy prose, quick wit and charismatic characters will enchant.”—Publishers Weekly