"a tale that leaves the reader breathless"
Dawn Thompson, who also writes as Dawn MacTavish, is best
known for her regency era historicals, often with a
paranormal theme. From the lighter Highwayman tale (The
Marsh Hawk) to her shapeshifter debut (The Ravencliff
Bride), and now, she's pushed into dark, sexy, savvy
Regency vampire tales that please romance readers and non-
romance readers alike in the Blood Moon series (Blood
Moon; The Brotherhood; The Ravening.)
However, in her first book for Kensington Aphrodisia, she
offers us yet another facet of her immeasurable talent -
erotica historical fantasy. This book literally held me
spellbound. Thompson is one of the most beautiful,
lyrical writers out there. Her prose nearly sings. She
really sets that quality loose in conjuring this erotic
fantasy. Meg was accused of being a witch, so she is
banished to the Isle of the Mists. Far away from
everyone, she is intrigued when she spies the seals coming
ashore late one night. From her darkened window, she
watched enthralled, as she soon sees they are not seals,
for they shed their pelts and turn into dozens of
beautiful males and females. Naked, their glistening
shapes contort, writhe, as they began a mating orgy. But
then Meg can barely breathe as she sees him--the Lord of
Meg faces a fate of giving her virginity to the shaman of
a cult, and groomed to be a priestess, only that night as
she watches the Selkie Leader on the beach, suddenly, her
life takes a new path. In return, he spies Meg watching
him and now wants her. Simeon is tired of his Selkie
consorts, and is desirous of something "more" to his
life. At first he carries Meg off, thinking after they
had sex, he would lose interest, as he had with so many
others, but Meg is different, and he wants to keep her.
Only Meg cannot exist long in his world, nor he in hers.
Add in other factors working to keep these two lovers
apart, you have a rousing story...lol...in more ways than
Once again, Thompson draws strongly on historical lore,
then refashioned the myths and legends into her very own
tale that leaves the reader breathless. The first of at
least four "Lord" tales, Thompson hits her strike with
this book from page one and doesn't stop, leaving you
eager for Lord of the Dark, the next book in the series.
Reviewed by Deborah Macgillivray
Posted August 4, 2007
Desire that knows no limits....
Accused of witchcraft and banished to the Isle of Mists, Meg is utterly alone, until the night the selkies appear for a moonlight orgy, glistening wet, proudly naked. As beautiful bodies entwine and shapes shift within the sea, a man comes forth from the waves--and what a man he is...
Strong and masterful, the Lord of the Deep enchants her...and Meg must surrender. Only he can satisfy her virgin longings--and her darkest desires...