Callum Robertson has inherited his grandfather’s mansion in northern Scotland, but the house comes with a history he knew nothing about—should he be thrilled, or feel threatened as the house seems to lure him in?
When Callum Robertson first sees the old Scottish country mansion his grandfather bequeathed him, his first instinct is to sell the antiquated pile for whatever he can get for it—admittedly not much in a downturned market. Then he meets Craig MacPherson, a local farmer with auburn curls and sparkling gray eyes, and suddenly the gloomy old house doesn’t look quite the white elephant it first appeared to be.
Craig tells Callum that it’s rumored the house is haunted but by what or whom no one seems to know. Books flying off shelves then being mysteriously replaced give Callum pause to reconsider his rejection of the idea of an actual ghost haunting the place. When he finds a journal relating to the history of his family he is, by turn, intrigued then fascinated as the family saga unfolds through the writings of his ancestors.
There were really good things about this book and some that were lacking. Let me discuss the lacking areas so I can go on to the good stuff.
Two areas were troublesome in Highland Hearts. 1. The relationship between Callum and Craig was all about sex. ALL about sex. There was no real reason given why they would make the decision they made at the end. Not at all. When they were together, it was mostly about sex –except for the times they discussed the house. There were even a couple times where it sounded like Callum wanted a more serious conversation and Craig turned it into a sexual innuendo. So where was the romance angle? It’s not there. Sex does not equal falling in love. 2. Accented dialogue. There are multitudes of reasons an author chooses to show an accent in dialogue. The problem comes when that accent is overused and disrupts the reader continuously. Craig is a highlander and his accent is used unceasingly in dialogue. “aboot” “a’” “mair” “hame” not to mention the multitudes of others. It kept kicking me out of the story when I had to reread a sentence more than once to figure out what the character was saying. And worse, when words I couldn’t figure out came up and I wasn’t sure if it was because of his accent or if the author was using a Scottish word I didn’t know.
Now, for the good. Oh, what can I say? Even with the first half, the last half of the book did rescue the non-romance side of the story for me. The positive paranormal view was a twist and I loved it. Not to mention the way Alistair led Callum and Craig to find something Callum never would have expected. It was heart warming, made me the reader go “ahhhhhhh,” and made me want more. More Callum. More of the house. And more about Alistair.
I want so much more from this story. What do they say, it has good bones.
I get insta-lust/love. My marriage is a product of it, so all true! The problem is, we as readers don’t really feel the connection one needs to feel to say, yes! they got that bite, that insta! It’s more two men, alone in the highlands, having a shag fest.
I liked how Callum and Craig wanted to work everything out, in between sexapedes but really, how did they? I love the history that was thrown in, the quirks that led them to the end we got.
Just less time in bed or time planning would have seemed more realistic.
On the plus side, the home, WOW what a home, I want one! the history, the ghost, all of it! I want to stay in the BB, I want to ride horses on the land, I WANT!