While his brother was in Scotland dethroning the Lady of Falgannon, Jago Mershan headed to Kentucky to do his share in avenging his father on the Montgomerie family. Unfortunately, just looking at his alleged enemy's granddaughter makes Jago think of his classic black '67 Harley Electra Glide chopper, a motorcycle with sleek curves that promised the ride of a man's life. Asha is all woman--and the only woman for him. Not even her claim of paranormal happenings in the diner she runs throws him off. He knows magic: he has a special name for the sights, the sounds, the tastes and smells of that perfect ride. There might be a storm coming, but it's one of passion, and together he and Asha would be--Riding the Thunder.

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Jago Fitzgerald Mershan was on a mission to invade the Montgomerie empire along with his two brothers Trev, and Des. His task was to go to Kentucky and convince a horse park and hotel to sell to Trident Ventures and then the Mershan corporation would buy the Trident stocks. It was not a difficult thing to understand, but it was done with a purpose--revenge. Revenge on Sean Montgomerie for defaulting on a loan payment purposely, resulting in the suicide of the Mershan brothers' father.

Desmond the eldest of the three vowed to run the Montgomeries into the ground, hit them where it hurts, starting with Sean's Granddaughters. The moment Asha Montgomerie walked into the diner, Jago knew this woman would be the thing to quench his restlessness. He craved something, it did not take long to figure out the answer was her. He should have been upfront with her from the start, but he wanted so much to accomplish his task. The woman was everything he could ever hope for and so much more. But being torn between his love and loyalty to his brother, he could possibly lose the love of a lifetime. Asha had learned the hard way not to trust pretty men, but his entrancing green-eyed gaze was something special. They had a connection, once described as Auld Souls. He wanted her land and her body, she wanted him to give up on purchasing The Windmill and the horse farm. But what she wanted most was for him to whisper those three words hanging on the tip of her tongue.

The Windmill was a place for lost souls, even a couple which were not amongst the living. The old 60's Wurlitzer jukebox had a mind of its own, and Asha was about to find out the reason. With glimpses of another girl's life with her love by her side, Asha didn't know what to make of the visions. She chocked it up to her fey intuition, but it was much more than that. It was a constant sign, and the Wurlitzer would be there coming to life and playing songs on its own accord. You see, the Windmill was haunted. Jago did not come to Kentucky to find love in the eyes of an Irish lass, but thank fate for sending him to Nowheresville!

Love is not something to be tampered with, and when Asha finds out the truth she may change her mind about Jago completely. She also has to worry about Monty Faulkner skulking around, plotting revenge against her hopefully history does not repeat itself.

Deborah MacGillivray's romance novel, Riding The Thunder is the second book in the Dorchester of the Sisters of Colford Hall series. Riding the Thunder is strong enough to be a stand alone book, but honestly you should read The Invasion of Falgannon Isle, it ties everything together. I could sit and read Deborah MacGillivray's writings all day, they're filled with love, romance, and such passion one could only hope to find in their lifetime. Ms. MacGillivray is one of my very favorite authors, she compiles humor into the stories and makes them such a refreshing read. Also, notice the cats in the books, how they just appear! The only fault I have is the silly jukebox song "Surfin' Bird"is constantly replaying in my mind, no thanks to the old Wurlitzer!! 5 Hearts

EXCERPT

Lifting the icy-cold bottle of Coors to his mouth, Jago Mershan froze in midmotion, then groaned as if he'd received a stiff blow to his solar plexus. His whole body tensed as everything about him receded to gray. Nothing could've prepared him for the impact of Asha Montgomerie on his senses.

Jago's eyes tracked the woman who'd slid out of the black Jaguar and strode across the parking lot, the image of warm honey suddenly foremost in his mind. Only, his sweet tooth wasn't throbbing. His pain centered lower-much lower. The jukebox switched to Bob Seger's pulsing "Come to Papa," causing the right side of his mouth to twitch into a hungry predator's smile. Low laughter rumbled in his chest as his eyes never left Asha.

He whispered, "Yeah, come to papa."

She was tall, around five-seven, the height increased a shade by the heels of her brown leather Wellies. Her black jeans fit snugger than his English racing gloves and lovingly displayed the long, sleek limbs that could wrap around him-ah, a man-and never let go. Being a lowly male, he thoroughly appreciated how those firm breasts filled a 34D to perfection, no Miracle Bra needed, no Pamela Lee implants. Bodies like hers were a throwback to the heyday of Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell. Placing her hand on the porch rail, Asha followed the spiral up the creek-stone stairs, her body undulating in a quiet, feline grace. Those superb breasts swayed perceptibly with each step, the black scoop-necked sweater revealing tempting cleavage.

As she moved alongside the row of plate glass windows, Jago was treated to her profile, the derrière promising... a male could enjoy watching her walk away nearly as much as seeing her coming toward him. Well, almost. Observing those mobile curves approach, a man would tingle with the anticipation of getting his hands on that firm flesh.

Sunlight caught and was refracted through the full glass door as Asha opened it, blinding him for an instant. Then she rematerialized, born from the brilliant shafts. The setting sun's aura followed her with an arcane sentience, greedily clinging to her to form a red-gold halo about her, a breath-stealing shard of time that burned deep into his soul. When he was old and gray, he'd recall this instant as if yesterday and remember its power, how it moved him.