The Highlander Who Loved Me by Adrienne Basso with Excerpt and Giveaway

The Highlander Who Loved Me by Adrienne Basso with Excerpt and Giveaway

Today I have a new to me author, Adrienne Basso, with her new reformation-era (14th century) historical romance. Please read on to find out about this title while reading a review and excerpt, be sure to check the tour stops to see what other readers thought and be sure to enter the tour wide giveaway where you could win one of 3 Mass Market Print Copies of THE HIGHLANDER WHO LOVED ME,  But first

The Highlander Who Loved Me

In keeping with the obsession with all things historic romance, let’s go to14th century Scotland to meet James and Davina in The Highlander Who Loved Me by Adrienne Basso.  The second son of the McKenna chief, James is nearly everything one would want in a hero: honorable, protective, strong, determined and wholly Scots in his outlook.  It’s hard not to like him, even when events turn and twist and horrible things happen.

Davina is an orphan, raised by the chief of the Armstrongs, her uncle and aunt.  At first, she was a solid character with a good heart and while not untouched by personal tragedy she’s not wallowing in self-pity or hopeless.  Her instant attraction to James is understandable, and his concern and caring for her is palpable, and you just know these two need to be together.

But then tragedy strikes and Davina, scarred and scared is brought back into the arms of her family who shelter and fuel her fears, and she becomes a clingy, critical, wallowing miss, not displaying the backbone or heart that we first met.  James too has changed, but his feelings for Davina never quite went away, even though her careless and thoughtless behavior for a large part of the story is confusing and frustrating for him.

And there is where I had a problem: yes, much of the change displayed by both James and Davina did have some justifiable reasons, but the wholesale change in Davina’s thoughtfulness and caring nature was completely missing in the latter part of the novel.  The explanations just didn’t fit the behavior and back and forth for her, and especially the disrespect that she showed James repeatedly.  He was a true gem, sticking about and weathering her rather mercurial behavior. And no matter the explanation from the author (she needed to be civil) actually fit with the behavior or earlier build of the characters.

Those moments took time to develop and display, and the repetitive displays of Davina’s new nature without real solid reason pulled the flow of the story off kilter, and made the romance elements feel dragged out and along.  Incorporated well was a mystery element that kept popping up and adding new twists until the reveal, and was well-structured and paced. Overall, it was a rather uneven story that started out well-paced and then started to fluctuate in pacing and interest to the end.

The Highlander Who Loved Me by Adrienne Basso with Excerpt and Giveaway

Title: The Highlander Who Loved Me
Author: Adrienne Basso
Genre: Historical Romance
Published by: Zebra
ISBN: 1420137670
Published on: 29 December 2015
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Pages: 352
Rated: three-stars
Heat: One FlameHalf a Flame

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Scottish Highlands, 1329. Sir James McKenna, second son of the powerful McKenna Chief, knows he has found his destiny when he falls in love with sweet Lady Davina Armstrong, niece of the Armstrong Chief. Orphaned in childhood, Davina has always felt like an outsider, and with James finally feels that she belongs. But their plans for a happy future are shattered after a brutal attack by a band of rogues. Horrified, Davina’s overprotective family quickly shelters her from everyone—including James…

Five years later, James is a changed man. His fighting skills sharpened to perfection, he is hardened by the war and destruction he’s endured as a Scottish knight—and by the loss of Davina. Weary, he returns home—and is shocked to find Davina there. Is it too late for them to start anew, or will the past dare to lay claim to their future once more?

A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

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James awoke with a start, wincing as a stabbing pain sliced through his throbbing skull. He turned his head only to find himself struggling to overcome an attack of light-headedness. Blackness whirled around him, forcing him to shut his eyes and press his head against the pillow.

Deep breaths, deep breaths.

Gradually, the fog surrounding him eased, replaced by an onslaught of agony so sharp it stole the breath from his body. Every inch of him, from his scalp to his toes, ached and throbbed with a fiery pain. Dizzy and sweating, James pulled himself into a sitting position, only to immediately slump back down.

Bloody hell, what’s wrong with me?

He did not want to open his eyes, but finally, slowly, he did. Thoughts churning, he lifted the blanket covering his naked body. James glanced down and cringed, his blurry eyes taking in the sight of bloody bandages swathing his arm, chest, belly, and legs. He blew out another puzzled breath, but then suddenly his throat seized as faint memories of the attack filled his aching head.

“Davina,” he whispered.

Tears filled the corners of his eyes. He eased himself upright, the ropes beneath the mattress squealing in protest when he moved. The sound tore through his head, but he fought through the pain.

Leaning gingerly against the headboard, James searched his scattered memory for details. They had met on the hilltop, in their secret place. Davina had smiled and teased and kissed him with her usual passion and excitement. His heart had been near bursting with emotion when he asked her to be his wife and when she had agreed—och, his joy had been boundless.

But then . . . then . . . they had been set upon by brigands. A foul group of outlaws intent on causing them harm. He had fought fiercely, had killed several of them, but there were too many to defeat. He remembered striking his final opponent in the heart with his dirk, but after that there was only blackness.

What happened to Davina? Had she escaped? Been kidnapped? Been killed?

Ignoring the pulsing pain racking his body, James again whispered his beloved’s name, then began shouting,

“Davina! Davina!”

The bedchamber door flew open. The silhouette of a burly man loomed in the doorway. “Are ye awake?”

“Aye,” James croaked. He felt appallingly weak and confused.

“I’ll get the laird.”

The man left before James could question him. Frustrated, James forced himself to remain calm. Finally, laird Armstrong entered the chamber, two men at his side. James recognized one of them as the captain of the guard. The other was unknown to him.

“I see ye’ve decided to join the living again,” Laird Armstrong said, his booming voice rattling James’s aching head.

Ignoring the expression of discontent clouding the laird’s features, James asked, “Where is Davina?”

“She’s confined to her bed.” The laird’s eyes grew dark. “She’s in a terrible, disgraceful state. Bruised and beaten. She shudders with nightmares, cries out in terror. My men found ye both miles from the castle, struck down and bleeding. What happened?”

Davina lives! James’s heart beat with elation, followed swiftly by sadness. Alive, aye, yet badly injured.

“We were attacked,” James replied.

“By who?”

“Brigands. Outlaws.”

“My men saw no one. There was no looting in the village, no crops destroyed, no cattle stolen.” The laird lifted his brow. “What can ye tell us of them?”

James took a deep breath, shuddering at the searing pain it caused in his chest. “There were six men. None wore plaids or carried shields with clan markings. They surprised us.”

“I can only imagine what ye were doing in such a private, secluded place with my niece that caused ye to be so distracted,” Laird Armstrong growled.

James grit his teeth and jerked his head in denial. He would not stand for Davina’s honor to be questioned, even by her own kin. “I love Davina. I would never do anything to compromise her honor or virtue.”

Laird Armstrong snorted in disbelief. “Six men trained his men better.”

He did. Guilt, swift and sudden, stabbed through James. He lowered his chin in shame. “The men were on foot, not horseback. They had the advantage of surprise when they ambushed us.”

The laird’s eyes sparked with sudden anger. “We’ve not had any trouble with brigands on our lands fer years.”

“Not while Robert the Bruce was king,” the captain of the guard added.

James nearly shouted in frustration. He had no care for the political implications of the attack. His main concern was finding the criminals and punishing them for hurting Davina.

“It could have been a group of English scum,” the other man suggested.

“We’re too far north for the English to be troubling us,” the laird insisted.

“Nay, they were Scots. I could tell by their swords; to a man they carried Claymores.” James’s voice felt choked and tight. “I killed two of them and wounded two others. After that . . .” he said, his voice trailing off in confusion.

“We found no bodies,” the captain of the guard challenged. James drew in a ragged breath, fighting the need to argue. “They must have taken the dead and wounded away.”

“Two men took four others away?” the laird asked incredulously.

James shook his head and stared across the chamber. He had no answers to give, no explanations that made sense. “What did Davina tell ye?”

The laird shot him a sidelong look. “She cannae speak of the incident without becoming hysterical.”

James cursed. “The last thing I remember was an explosion of pain inside my head.”

The captain of the guard nodded. “Ye’ve got a fine, swelling bruise on the back of yer skull. Ye must have been struck from behind.”

James lifted his arm and ran his fingers over the growing lump behind his right ear. At the touch, he felt a ferocious, nearly blinding pain so strong that it turned his stomach. He bowed his head and fought the sickness, not wanting to disgrace himself further in front of these men.

They were still scrutinizing him, some openly, some covertly, but all with grave suspicion. James saw the looks that passed between them. They spoke among themselves, their voices deliberately low, so he could not hear the conversation. ’Twas a stark reminder that he was not a member of the clan, but rather an outsider.

No matter that he was a McKenna, the son of a powerful and respected chieftain. He had lost their trust when he failed to protect Davina.

God, he needed to see her. But he feared he could not leave this bed without aid and he was too proud to show further weakness in front of these warriors.

The discussion continued, with frequent glances in his direction. The chamber was soon brimming with tension, yet James found that he didn’t really care. He rubbed a hand over his brow, trying to ease the pounding in his forehead. His eyelids grew heavy and slowly closed. He struggled to reopen them, succeeding, but within seconds they closed a second time.

He had the sensation of someone drawing closer to his bed, speaking to him, but the words made no sense. There were waves of pain crashing through his head. But even worse, over and over the image of Davina falling prey to those brigands flashed before his eyes.

And then suddenly, mercifully, there was only darkness. And silence.

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About Adrienne Basso

Adrienne Basso is the author of over ten Zebra historical romances. She lives with her family in West Plainfield, New Jersey. Readers can visit her at

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