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Dark Witch - Nora Roberts (8*)

Title: Dark Witch (Book One of the cousins O'Dwyer Trilogy)
Author: Nora Roberts
ISBN: 9780749958602
© 2013 Nora Roberts

Iona Sheehan has always felt a powerful connection to Ireland. So when her beloved grandmother confesses an extraordinary family secret, she can't resist visiting County Mayo to discover the truth for herself.

Arriving at the atmospheric Castle Ashford, Iona is excited to meet her enigmatic cousins, Connor and Branna O'Dwyer. And when she lands a job at the local riding school she is soon drawn to its owner - the charismatic, fiercely independent Boyle McGrath. Perhaps she has found her true home at last…

But Iona's arrival is no accident. The three cousins have each inherited a dangerous gift from an ancestor known as the Dark Witch. And they are about to discover that some old legends can return to haunt the present.

I came across this book - first in a trilogy - in a free library and liked the look of it. Magic and romance are a pairing I quite like. I've read another trilogy by Nora Roberts some years back, with that combination: Three Sisters Island. I loved reading those books and still have them in my bookcase so I can reread them sometime in the future. I think this trilogy might end up standing next to them.

The book starts with the events in the past concerning the Dark Witch, her three children, and the evil sorcerer Cabhan. The third chapter introduces Iona, who in search of her ancestry, has given up her life in America and has come to Ireland to find herself the home she has longed for all her life. She's never felt welcome in her family except for her grandmother, who deeply cares for Iona and supported her to go Ireland. Iona is a lively character, chatty, kind and a bit boisterous.

Upon her arrival, Ireland is depicted as typically Ireland: rainy. Iona does not care for it, she even welcomes the weather because she feels she belongs here. Soon she will meet her niece Branna, her nephew Connor and their friends Meara, Boyle and Fin. She is introduced into the world of magic and discovers she herself is a very powerful witch. The three cousins together are to fight the evil sorcerer Cabhan as the descendants of the Dark Witch. They are helped by their friends Meara, Boyle and Fin.

I enjoyed reading this book and have even bought the two sequels so I can finish reading the story as a whole. The romance and magic are very interwoven like within the Three Sisters Island trilogy. I love to find out more about the characters and the bonds they make. All characters are well portrayed and totally believable in their thoughts and actions.

Verdict: a lovely book to read for those who love magic and romance. I rate it with 8 out of 10.


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