Dark Seduction

Dark Seduction

by Brenda Joyce

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Malcolm of Dunroch is a newly chosen Master, a novice to his extraordinary—and dangerous—powers. But he has already broken his vows—and a young woman's death is on his hands. Malcolm is determined to fight his darkest desires, denying himself all pleasure…until fate sends him another Innocent, the beautiful bookseller Claire Camden.

Since her mother's murder, Claire has done everything possible to make a safe, secure life for herself in a city where danger lurks on every street corner, especially in the dark of night. But nothing can prepare her for the powerful and sexual medieval warrior who sweeps her back into his time—a treacherous, frightening world where the hunters and the hunted are one and the same. Claire needs Malcolm to survive, yet she must somehow keep the dangerously seductive Master at arm's length. For Malcolm's soul is at stake—and fulfilling his desires could prove fatal….

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781460301890
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 09/17/2012
Series: The Masters of Time , #1
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 158,694
File size: 972 KB

About the Author

Brenda Joyce is the bestselling, award-winning author of Promise of the Rose,Scandalous Love and The Fires of Paradise. All nine of her historical romances have been highly acclaimed, and four of them, including the first three novels in the "Bragg" saga Innpocent Fire, Firestorm, and Violet Fire have won six awards from Romantic Times and Affaire de Coeur. She has also won three industry awards for her trendsetting promotional bookmarks from Affaire de Coeur. Brenda Joyce is currently working on her next novel.

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The Present

Claire was afraid of the dark.

It was dark now—and something had just thudded downstairs.

She stood absolutely still in the bedroom that was above her bookstore. Claire sold old and rare books and manuscripts, as well as the occasional used but rare tome, and because of the quarter-of-a-million-dollar inventory she kept downstairs, she had a state-of-the-art security system, a Taser and a gun. She knew she hadn't left a window open, as it was sweltering in the city in July, and she would never leave a window open anyway. It was too dangerous. Crime was out of control in the city. Last month, her neighbor, a wannabe model, had been murdered, and although the police weren't saying so, she suspected it had been a pleasure crime. She strained to hear, debating getting her Beretta from her bedside drawer.

But she heard nothing now.As she stood there, clad in a pair of cotton candy-striped boxers and a thin ribbed tank top, her bedroom looking as if a tornado had cycled through it, the stray cat that had appeared earlier that day wandered in from the hall outside. She was flooded with relief. The cat had knocked something over! She shouldn't have suspected the worst— after all, her motion-detection sensors hadn't gone off—but even after all these years, she hated being alone at night.

Terrified, the child crouched by the door, as a dark, deathly shadow drifted by.

Claire scowled at the handsome black cat, refusing to allow a single thought of her mother's long-ago murder to invade her consciousness now. "You! I shouldn't have fed you, now, should I?"

Purring, the cat slithered between her ankles, rubbing sensually there.

Claire scooped him up, the first time she had done so, holding him tightly to her chest. "Rascal," she whispered. "I need a dog, not a cat, but if I didn't know that someone was missing you, I'd keep you."

The cheeky creature actually licked her face.

Claire wiped her chin, dropping the cat to the floor, knowing she'd have to post some Found notices in her Tribeca neighborhood before she left for the airport tomorrow. She was in the midst of packing for a long-overdue vacation. Tomorrow, she was bound for Edinburgh, and on Friday she would be driving across the Highlands. This time, her first stop would be the starkly beautiful island of Mull.

Excitement filled her. The cat had made himself comfortable on her bed, and Claire stepped away to return to her packing. She went to her antique bureau, purchased on a previous trip abroad in Lisbon. She traveled extensively for her business. Smiling as she tossed her dark auburn hair over her shoulder, she pulled out a pile of tanks and tees. She was twenty-eight years old, soon to be twenty-nine, and she ran an extraordinarily successful business, with half of it conducted on the Internet. Since graduating from Princeton with a master's degree in medieval European history, she'd taken exactly two personal vacations. Her first had been to London with a tour of Cornwall and Wales. At the last minute a friend had told her she had to spend a few days in Scotland, and even though she was not a creature of impulse—Claire liked to be in control—she had changed her itinerary the day before departing to do so. The moment she had passed Berwickupon-Tweed, an odd excitement had filled her. She had instantly loved Scotland.

It had almost been like coming home.

She'd given herself the standard tour that time—Dunbar, Edinburgh, Stirling, Iona and Perth. But she had known she would come back to explore the Highlands. Their stark majesty and rugged desolation called out to her in a way she had never before experienced. Two years ago, she had returned, spending ten days in the north and northwest. On her last day, she had discovered the small, craggy, beautiful island of Mull.

She had traveled to Duart on the sound of Mull, the seat of the Maclean lairds for many centuries past. An intense need to explore and discover the history of the area had overcome her, but wandering through the castle hadn't satisfied her at all. Just before leaving the island, she had stumbled across a charming bed-and-breakfast in Malcolm's Point, and she had been directed to Dunroch by its owners. She had been told Dunroch was seat of the Macleans of south Mull and Coll and that the current laird remained in residence, although he was rarely seen. He was a recluse, they said, and unwed, a terrible shame. Like most aristocrats, financial reasons forced him to open the grounds and a few rooms to the public.

Intrigued, Claire had rushed over to Dunroch an hour before closing. She had been so overwhelmed by the gray castle that the moment she approached the drawbridge that lay over the now-empty moat, chills had begun to run up and down her spine. She had been breathless as she passed under a raised portcullis and through the short, dark passageway of the gatehouse, realizing it had been a part of the original castle, built in the early fourteenth century by Brogan Maclean. She had paused in the inner bailey, staring not at the bare courtyard, but toward the sea and the keep. She didn't have to be told to know that the tower, looking out over the Atlantic, was a part of the original fortifications, too.

All of the rooms were closed to the public except for the Great Hall. Once inside, Claire had stood there, oddly mesmerized. It had seemed familiar, although she had never been there before. She had stared at the large, sparsely furnished chamber, seeing not the three elegant seating arrangements, but a trestle table, occupied by the lord and his noblemen. No fire burned in the massive hearth, but Claire felt its stifling heat. When another tourist had walked past her, she had jumped, almost expecting the see the laird of Dunroch. Claire could have sworn she felt his presence.

She could still recall the sight of the imposing castle from the road below the high cliffs as if she had been there yesterday. She'd thought about the castle a lot and she'd even done some research, but the southern Macleans were mysterious. A Google search and her online research library hadn't brought up any reference to any of the southern Macleans since Brogan Mor, and he had died in 1411 at a bloody battle called Red Harlow. The lack of information only whetted her appetite, but Claire had always been insatiable when it came to history.

Claire sorted through a pile of jeans, breathless now. This trip, she was spending one night in Edinburgh and driving directly to Dunroch. She was staying at the bed-and-breakfast, Malcolm's Arms, and she had given herself three entire days on the island. But there was more. As a seller of rare books, she intended to ask the present-day laird if she could have access to his library. It was an excuse to meet him. She didn't know why she was compelled to do so. Maybe it was because there was no history on this branch of the Macleans since Brogan Mor. Claire had decided the current laird was probably sixty years old, but she had an image of him in her mind, like a mature version of Colin Farrell.

Claire tossed a few pairs of jeans into her suitcase, deciding that she was almost done. She was tall for a woman, standing five foot ten in her bare feet, and she was incredibly fit from kickboxing, running and weight training almost every day. Being strong made her feel safe. When Claire was ten years old, her mother had gone to the corner grocery store, leaving Claire alone in the one-room apartment, promising her that she'd be back in five minutes. She'd never come home.

Claire tried not to remember about that endless night. She'd been a fanciful child, believing in monsters and ghosts, annoying her mother to no end with her claims that creatures lived in her closet and beneath her bed. That night, she'd seen terrifying shapes in every shadow, every drifting drape.

That had been a long time ago. Still, she missed her mother. To this day, she wore an odd pendant which her mother had never taken off—a highly polished pale semiprecious stone set in four arms of gold, each arm intricately detailed with an obviously Celtic design. Whenever Claire felt particularly sad, she would clasp the pendant in her palm, and her grief would ease. She didn't know why her mom had been so attached to it, but she suspected it had something to do with Claire's father. The stone was the dearest memento Claire had.

Not that she had a father. Her mother had been painfully honest, explaining that there had been a single night of passion when she had been young and wild. His name was Alex, and that was all Janine knew—or said she knew.

After her mother's death, Claire had gone to live with her aunt and uncle on their upstate farm. Aunt Bet had welcomed her with open arms, and growing up, Claire had become close to her cousins, Amy and Lorie, both near her own age. When Claire turned fifteen, Aunt Bet had sat her down and told her the gruesome truth.

Her mother hadn't been murdered for the money in her purse or her credit cards. She'd been the victim of a pleasure crime.

That knowledge had changed Claire's life. Her mother had been murdered by a perverted madman. It confirmed her worst fears—bad things were out there and they happened at night.

And then, in her sophomore year of college, her cousin Lorie was murdered while leaving a late-night movie not far from campus. The police had swiftly determined that Lorie had been the victim of yet another pleasure crime. That had been five years ago.

She didn't know when the nation's oh-so-clever press had first coined the phrase pleasure crime, but it had been around for as long as she could remember. Social commentators, psychiatrists, liberals and conservatives alike all claimed that society was in a state of anarchy. Eighty percent of all murders were now sexually related, and every year it was getting worse. Lorie had died like a thousand others. She'd had sex. Bodily fluids had shown that she had been very aroused and that the perpetrator had climaxed several times. There had been no struggle, and to this day, the police had no clue as to who Lorie had been with. A witness had seen Lorie leaving the theater with a young, handsome, athleticlooking man. She had seemed happy, even smitten. A police sketch had been circulated but no one recognized him and, as usual, there was no match in the FBI's criminal database.

But that was why pleasure crimes were so shocking and disturbing. These perverted murderers always seemed to be complete strangers, yet they somehow seduced their victims, and to this day, no one knew how. There were all kinds of theories. Cult theory claimed that the perps belonged to a secret society and used hypnotism to entrance the victims. Sociologists called the deaths a pathological trend and blamed it on everything from video games, rap and the culture of violence, to broken homes, drugs and even blended families. Claire knew it was bull. No one knew how and no one knew why.

It almost didn't matter. Every victim was young and attractive and died in the same way. Their hearts simply stopped beating, as if overcome by the excitement and arousal.

Ever since her cousin's murder, Claire had made certain she was strong enough to do some damage should one of the city's criminally perverted think to assault her. Amy had decided to take martial arts, too. In fact, Amy had been the one to suggest the self-defense course and she had encouraged Claire to learn to shoot. Both young women kept guns in their homes. Claire was glad that Amy's husband was in the FBI, even if he sat behind a desk. She felt certain he did have some inside information, because Amy was always talking about how evil the crimes were. She never said more and Claire suspected she wasn't allowed to. That was okay. Pleasure crimes were evil. Maybe there was a sick cult after all. Claire kept her gun loaded in her bedside night table. No one was ever going to hurt her, not if she could help it.

Her packing almost concluded, she decided to make herself a light supper. She smiled at the cat, who was curled up on the pillow she slept with. "Rascal, not my pillow, please! C'mon. You can have some catnip while I eat. A glass of wine is definitely in order."

As if he understood her perfectly, the black cat leaped from the bed and approached.

Claire bent to stroke him. "Maybe I should keep you. You are such a handsome thing."

The words were barely out of her mouth when the motion detectors chimed and someone began banging on the front door of her shop.

Claire jumped a foot and then froze, instantly flooded with adrenaline. The pounding continued. She glanced at the clock by her bed. It was half past nine. This was either an emergency or a loon. And she damn well wasn't opening the door to a crazy. There were too many madmen on the loose.

Claire ran to the nightstand, taking her Beretta from the drawer. Sweat gathered between her breasts. Her two neighbors had her number, just in case there ever was an emergency. This had to be a stranger. She started barefoot down the stairs.

She tried not to think about all the heinous crimes being committed in the city.

She tried not to think about her neighbor, Lorie or her mother.

"Claire! I know you're in there," a woman cried, sounding pissed off.

Claire faltered. Who the hell was that? She didn't recognize the voice. The person who was so impatient to get in that she was rattling the door, as if to break it off its hinges. That, of course, was impossible. The door was thick as all hell and the hinges were cast iron.

There was a small hall with a console table at the bottom of the stairs where she always kept a single desk lamp lit. Her office was across the hall. To the left of the stairs was her kitchen, with its breakfast area, and to the right, the large room that served as her store. Claire entered the store, hitting the light switch and flooding the shop as she did so.

The black Venetian blinds were drawn. "Who is it?" Claire demanded, not going to the door.

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Dark Seduction (Masters of Time Series #1) 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 75 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The story line is a disjointed composition.What is the point of the various bits of information if they seemed to lead nowhere or were just dropped into the story? It was difficult to stay interested. I had to force myself to finish the book hoping the ending would be good. It was just boringly predictable. In addition,The characters are poorly developed and barely likable. Don't waste your time or money. If you want some fantasy that's a fun read, Try a Karen Moning or Lynn Kurland instead.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Claire Camden owns a bookstore, which she lives above. Her life has been relatively quiet until the sudden appearance of someone saying she is Sibylla, who realizes the bookstore owner has not gone back yet, and demands the page before knocking Claire out. Soon afterward Malcolm of Dunroch, a Highland warrior claiming to be a member of the Masters of Time arrives and insists he will not harm her, but that he believes a page of power is in her bookstore that contains twelve thousand books. P To keep her safe, Malcolm takes Claire back six centuries to his time. There she learns that the Masters of Time was formed amongst the greatest knights to battle demons that want to control the earth. As she gets to know Malcolm, Claire falls in love. However, she needs to be in the twenty-first century where a powerful page can probably be found in her bookstore while he needs to remain in the fifteenth century fighting the enemy as much as his heart that he vowed never to give away when he pledged his allegiance. P Taking the needed time to establish the Joyce paranormal universe where demons live and time traveling occurs, the first book of The Masters of Time DARK SEDUCTION is a fabulous romantic fantasy thriller. The story line is fast-paced, but really accelerates about a third of the way into the plot as Brenda Joyce shifts gears from introducing her players and real to back and forth action starring two valiant time-crossed lovers. Sub-genre readers will rejoice with this fine entry and look forward to more such sagas from out of this time and world lovers. P Harriet Klausner
travsmom More than 1 year ago
I liked the heroes better than the heroines.
Lynz_in_Love More than 1 year ago
For a person who is often called stubborn, I couldn't get over how ridiculously stuborn the main female character acted throughout this entire book. Seriously!!! Not to mention how stupid she could be when it came to Malcolm! However, with that said I thought this story had a great basis for a good series. While I didn't think this one was great, I'm hoping the next one will be better (especially since I've already bought it). If you like time travel, sex, and highlanders then this would be a good book for you (but I might suggest reading one with a higher rating).
romantic_ronin27 More than 1 year ago
I wish I had read more then the first three reviews on this novel. Its not a bad book, but it doesnt move me. The character's arent appealing to me. And Claire was a bit annoying. Not to mention the constant mention of how sexy the main characters find the other through out the book. It gets tiring after a while. This is one of the very few books I had to push my self to finish.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I feel Claire's character really caught my attention because she symbolized in a way many independent women today !!!!!! I'm just in LOVE with Malcolm, he is sexy and extermely male!!! I loved the is book!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I agree with one of the other reviews- Aidan's story should have been next. Although I guess I can understand wanting to have Ruari's story next since he's a bit older than Aidan! I'll be reading the next one just because I hope that it will better. The actual story was okay. The entire series has a pretty intriguing premise. Very different from most stories out there- or at least any that I've read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was very hard to follow. The story was disconnected and it was difficult to stay interested. Not good at all.
ktleyed on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I listened to this on audiobook and found the plotline ridiculous and the writing not much better. It didn't help the narrator was the worst and actually makes you dislike the heroine. I will not be reading the rest of this series.
jasmyn9 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Once I started reading this, I thought for sure I wasn't going to like it. The overall story is about a group of super-men, called Masters, that are descendants of the old gods. Ok, so far not too bad, but there's a catch. One of their many powers is the power to mesmerize women and have their way with them (this is a romance), and if they lose control, or if they are just super evil bad guys, they can drain their sexual partner of life and use it to temporarily give them more power. This was the part that had me a little too wierded out...even for a paranormal story.The saving grace....the characters and the story itself. Have you ever wondered what would happen if you dropped a modern day single and independant woman into the medieval ages? Well, I actually have, and this book dips right into all the what if's you could possibly ask for. As our leading lady Claire finds herself in the far far ago Highlands, she finds herself ordered around and considered as nothing more than eye candy and mother material. Claire, who is used to taking care of herself in the big city is constantly at odds with the super men Masters that are smothering her.Our main man is also the primary smotherer (is that a word?). Malcolm is flabbergasted to find that Claire just won't meekly run off and do as he orders (yes orders) her to do. There are quite a few interesting arguments about time periods and what she should be allowed to do. Well, they were interesting at first and then they got a bit boring and repetitive.So off our two mains go to hunt down the evil Master, that is actaully hunting them. There are a few twists and turns along the way, and we find more and more about the past of our two stars and how they are linked in so many more ways that you think at first. If you can get your mind over or around the 'I'm going to have sex with you, but I may steal your lifeforce' part of the book, you will find a great medieval romance along with a fascinating tale of fighting the not only the evil around you, but the evil within you as well.3.5/5 (I havent decided if I'm going to continue the series or not)
littleflwers on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the first Brenda Joyce book I've read. It was a very difficult experience to say the least. It wasn't so much the story, which I thought was fair, it was the dialogue. It was tough reading the Scottish accent all through the book. Very difficult to get used to. I think I might have been able to get into it more if I could get past the accents and the old world way of speaking. The characters were so so. Malcolm was truely a sexist which of course would go with the historical time period, but Claires "She woman" approach kind of turned me off also. The sex was suddenly there then suddenly gone. No passion built into the relationship which made the story rather boring. I have two more of her books, I hope that I enjoy them much more than this one.
blingtastic on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
mediocre 1st in the series; the plot was a bit convoluted and the heroine was a little annoying. the hero's scottish accent was too much! will not read again but will try the 2nd book in the series.
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Hard to get through, which is unusual for me
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Creepy overtones in the whole book. Hard to understand and hard to jump in.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really liked this book and immeadiatly read the rest of the series. My biggest disappointment is that the other spoke of the next book in the series and it has been 3 years and still no new book. I still loved the entire series!!!
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Denise Beckman More than 1 year ago
Don't just buy the first book buy the one that has the first 3 books then keep reading! If you like time travel, meets magic and "gifts" plus romance with old world men mentalities then you'll love this series. I love the old scotland settings meets new world and of course the men described definitely keeps you intrigued! Wish we had some of these men in our time! I LOVED this series and wish for more. Wished they were a little longer but they are a great read and enjoyable!
FastReaderMJ More than 1 year ago
I am a very firm believer that if a book does not grab you within the first 100 pages...that you should just stop the torture and move on. This book is one of those books...I almost stopped reading it when the two main characters in the story had sex around page 40!! Way to develop the relationship??!! I mean come on...she didn't even know him, no matter what sex magic he can put off it was completely unbelieveable. My first and last book from this author.
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