'The beast canna be allowed ta break our coven. It would have been four, but Caitrin's were still closed as the vision played out in her mind. Suddenly Elspeth had three sets of eyes on her. He will try ta take Elspeth from our circle.' 'He bears the mark of the beast,' Caitrin continued as though she'd never been interrupted.Ĭhills shot down Elspeth's spine, which had nothing to do with the loss of her plaid or the cool air in the cave. The murderous look Rhiannon shot the youngest witch prevented any further levity from entering their circle.

'I'd like ta see one of those,' Sorcha giggled. Her lilting voice echoed off the dark cavern walls. 'I see a handsome man,' Caitrin began softly. Then she stopped and all was quiet in the cave-so quiet that Elspeth could only hear the drumming of her own heart and Sorcha's rapid breathing to her left. Caitrin hummed an ancient melody, passed from one generation of Còig witches to the next. In the middle of their circle, the seer's eyes were closed, her hands stretched toward the heavens. To her right, Rhiannon tightened her grasp on Elspeth's hand while Sorcha and Blaire closed the space between them, which tightened the ring of four around Caitrin. They all knew the visions were clearest for their seer when the five of them were together. Truthfully, Elspeth didn't think Caitrin was certain what threatened them. They were meeting earlier than scheduled, as Caitrin foresaw trouble on the horizon for the Còig, though she hadn't revealed her fears to them yet. She couldn't pull the plaid back into place until the ceremony was over. Her plaid slipped from her shoulders, and she fought the shiver that threatened, trying to close her eyes and mind to the chilly Scottish air. If Elspeth Campbell revealed how much she wanted to leave the cold, damp cave, her coven sisters would surely think she was mad. 'synopsis' may belong to another edition of this title. 'Tough, resourceful, charming women battle roguish, secretive, aristocratic men under the watchful eye of society in Dare's delightful Victorian paranormal romance debut.' Sabrina Jeffries, New York Times bestselling author of Wed Him Before You Bed Him

'A Certain Wolfish Charm has bite! With its sexy hero, engaging heroine, and sizzling sexual tension, you won't want to put it down even when the moon is full.' Then Lord Benjamin shows up, and she suddenly discovers she may need him even more than he needs her. Young, beautiful witch Elspeth Campbell will do anything to help anyone who calls upon her healing arts. His life now shattered, he rushes off to Scotland in search of the healer who can restore his inner beast, only to find she's not at all what he expected.

Lord Benjamin Westfield is a powerful werewolf-until one full moon when he doesn't change. He's lost the most important part of himself. In Lydia Dare's debut trilogy, Regency England has gone to the wolves!

Tall, Dark and Wolfish by Lydia Dare