The MacGregor Grooms (MacGregors Series #9)

The MacGregor Grooms (MacGregors Series #9)

by Nora Roberts


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It worked with his granddaughters. Now Daniel MacGregor, powerful patriarch of the MacGregor clan, wants to see his three handsome, eligible—but stubbornly single—grandsons married. So he's found just the women to tempt, tease and torture D.C., Duncan and Ian all the way to the altar. And you can bet Daniel will be sitting by with his feet up, a glass of whiskey in hand, smugly watching his plans unfold.…

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781587242793
Publisher: Cengage Gale
Publication date: 01/28/2002
Series: MacGregors Series , #9
Pages: 399
Product dimensions: 6.52(w) x 9.48(h) x 1.06(d)

About the Author

Nora Roberts is the bestselling author of more than two hundred romance novels. She was the first author to be inducted into the Romance Writers of America Hall of Fame. Since her first bestseller in 1991, Nora’s books have spent more than two hundred weeks in the number one spot on the New York Times bestseller list. There are more than five hundred million copies of her books in print, published in over thirty-four countries.


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The li ght poured through the tall windows and splashed on the violent slashes of sapphire and ruby. It washed over the man who stood before the canvas like a warrior at battle, wielding a paintbrush like a claymore.

He had the face of a warrior—tough, intense, with knife-edged cheekbones adding hollows, a mouth that was full but firmed in concentration. Eyes brilliant blue and icy cold beneath knitted brows the color of old mahogany.

His hair waved over his ears, curled over the collar of the splattered denim shirt he wore in lieu of a smock. He'd rolled the sleeves up, and the well-toned muscles of his arms rippled as he slashed the brush on canvas.

He was built like a warrior—broad of shoulder, narrow of hip and long of leg. His feet were bare, his wide and clever hands smeared with paint.

In his mind he saw explosions of emotion—passion and lust, greed and hunger. And all of this he fought onto the canvas while mean-edged rock pumped out of the stereo and thumped against the air.

Painting was a war to him—one he was determined to win, battle after battle. When the mood was on him he would work until his arms ached and his fingers cramped. When his mood was otherwise, he could and did ignore his canvases for days, even weeks.

There were those who said D. C. MacGregor lacked discipline. To those, he said who the devil wanted it?

As he clamped the brush between his teeth, switched to a palette knife to smear on a bold emerald, his eyes glittered in triumph.

He had it now. The hours of waging this battle were nearly done. A thin line of sweat slid down the center of his back. The sun beating through the windows was fierce now, and the studio was viciously hot because he'd forgotten to turn on the air-conditioning or open a window to the warm spring air.

He'd forgotten to eat as well, or check his mail, answer the phone or so much as glance out any of the wonderfully tall windows in his apartment. The energy swirled through him, as potent, as primitive as John Mellencamp's edgy, streetwise vocals blasting through the room.

When D.C. stepped back, the brush still clenched like a pirate's blade in his teeth, the palette knife like a dagger in his hand, that firm, somewhat forbidding mouth curved.

"That's it," he murmured. He put the brush in a jar of solution, began to absently clean the knife as he studied his work. "Need," he decided. He would call it simply Need.

For the first time in hours he realized the room was stuffy, the clashing and familiar scents of turpentine and paint thick in the air. He crossed the unpolished hardwood floor and shoved open one of the tall windows, took a deep gulp of fresh air.

It had been the windows, and this view of the C & O Canal, that had sold him on this apartment when he'd decided to come back to Washington. He'd grown up here, with eight years of his life spent in the White House as first son.

For a space of time he'd lived and worked in New York, and enjoyed it. He'd also lived and worked in San Francisco, and enjoyed that as well. But all through his restless twenties something had tugged at him. He'd finally given in to it.

This was home.

He stood by the window with his hands shoved in the back pockets of ragged jeans. The cherry blossoms were in full, glorious bloom; the canal sparkled in the afternoon light. Joggers plugged away along the towpath.

D.C. wondered idly what day it was.

Then, realizing he was starving to death, he left the music blaring and headed to the kitchen.

The penthouse was two levels, with the top designed for a master bedroom suite. D.C. had made it his studio and slept on a mattress tossed on the floor in the spare room. He hadn't gotten around to dealing with bed frames.

Most of his clothes were still in the packing boxes they'd been shipped in nearly two months before. He figured they worked efficiently enough as dressers until he found time to buy the real thing.

The main floor had a spacious living area ringed by more windows, still undraped. In it, there was a single sofa—the tags still on—a glorious Duncan Phyfe table with a half inch of dust coating its surface, and a floor lamp with a dented metal shade. The random-width pine floor was bare and desperately needed vacuuming.

The dining alcove off the kitchen was empty, the kitchen itself in shambles. What dishes and pots weren't heaped in the sink were still in boxes. He went directly to the refrigerator and was bitterly surprised to find it empty but for three beers, a bottle of white wine and two eggs.

He could have sworn he'd gone shopping.

Rummaging through the cupboards, he came up with a few slices of very moldy bread, a bag of coffee, six boxes of cornflakes and a single can of soup.

Resigned, he ripped open a box of cereal and ate a handful while debating which he wanted more, coffee or a shower. He'd just decided to make the coffee and take it with him into the shower when the phone rang.

He noted without much interest that his message light was blinking, and, munching dry cereal, he answered.


"There's my boy."

And those ice blue eyes went warm, that hard mouth went soft. D.C. leaned against the counter and grinned. "Hey, Grandpa, what are you up to?"

"Some would say no good." Daniel's voice boomed out. "Don't you return your messages? I've talked to your bloody machine half a dozen times in the last few days. Your grandmother wanted to fly down to make sure you weren't dead in your bed."

D.C. only lifted a brow. It was well known that Daniel used his serene wife whenever he wanted to nag the children.

"I've been working."

"Good. That's good, but you can take a breath now and then, can't you?"

"I'm taking one now."

"I've a favor to ask you, D.C. I don't like to do it." Daniel let out a heavy sigh and had his grandson's brow knitting.

"What do you need?"

"You won't like it—God knows I can't blame you. But I'm in a bit of a fix. Your aunt Myra—"

"Is she all right?" D.C. straightened from the counter. Myra Dittmeyer was his grandmother's oldest and dearest friend, his own godmother and an honorary member of the Clan MacGregor. D.C. adored her, and remembered guiltily that he hadn't been to see her since he returned to Washington six weeks before.

"Oh, she's fit and fine, boy. Don't you worry about that. The woman's just as feisty as ever. But, well, she has another godchild. I doubt you remember the girl. You'd have met her a time or two when you were a lad. Layna Drake?"

Concentrating, D.C. got a vague image of a spindly little girl with hair like dandelion fluff. "What about her?"

"She's back in Washington. You know Drake's—the department stores. That's her family. She's working in their flagship store there now, and Myra… Well, I'm just going to say it straight out. There's a charity ball tomorrow night, and Myra's fussing because the girl doesn't have an escort. She's been at me to ask you—"

"Damn it, Grandpa."

"I know, I know." Daniel used his most long-suffering sigh. "Women, boy—what else can I say? They'll peck away at us like ducks until we just give in. I told her I would ask you. It would be a big favor to me if you'd see your way clear for this one night."

"If you and Aunt Myra are trying to set me up—"

Daniel interrupted with a hearty laugh that had D.C. frowning. "Not this time, boy. This girl isn't for you, take my word. She's pretty enough, and well mannered, but she'd never do for you. Too cool, to my way of thinking, and a bit of the nose-in-the-air sort. No, no, I wouldn't like to see you looking in that direction. And if you can't spare the evening, I'll just tell Myra I reached you too late and you already had plans."

"Tomorrow night?" D.C. scooped his fingers through his hair. He hated charity functions. "Is it black tie?"

"I'm afraid so." At the muttered oath in response, Daniel made sympathetic noises. "Tell you what, I'll just call Myra back and tell her you can't make it. No use wasting your evening with a girl who's likely to bore you to tears, is there? I doubt the two of you have a single thing in common. Better you start looking for a wife. It's time you were married and settled, Daniel Campbell. Past time. Your grandmother worries you'll end up starving in your studio, a lonely old man without a single chick or child. I've got another girl in mind. She's—"

"I'll do it," D.C. interrupted, purely in reflex. If Daniel didn't think much of Myra's goddaughter, it meant he wouldn't be on the phone constantly asking for relationship updates. Perhaps after this favor, his grandfather might ease off his relentless dynasty building—and though D.C. didn't hold out much hope for that outcome, it was worth a try. "What time tomorrow, and where do I pick what's-her-name up?"

"Oh, bless you. I owe you for this one. The affair's at eight, at the Shoreham Hotel. Layna's taken over her parents' town house on O Street." Examining his nails, Daniel rattled off the address. "I appreciate you getting me out of this little fix, D.C."

D.C. shrugged, upending the cereal box into his mouth as he traded family gossip with Daniel. And he wondered fleetingly where the hell he might have packed his tux.

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MacGregor Grooms (MacGregors Series #10) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 56 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
SOOOOO GOOD! Nora does it again and again. Amazing style, easy reading, and captivates from the frist paragraph to the very last. The MC's are entertaining and so likeable, plus the plot is so good! This may be one of my favorites of hers so far. The dialogue is totally endearing as the three men take on the most important day of their lives. I highly recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you are looking for a great love story about a Scottish family the MacGregor series is the series you want to read you can't just stop at one of the stories you have to read them all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wish they still had the button you could click to tell the publisher you wanted the book in nook format.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
They r all the same after u read the first one. Only new names for each book
Guest More than 1 year ago
Picked up the Grooms after reading The MacGregor Brides. Such a great summertime or winter by the fire book to read. I love the feeling of family that is able to be felt by the reader. Brings back the basic need to have unconditional love by your family. Warm and will give you a chuckle or two.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The saga of the Macgregors continue with the three grandsons of head Matrioch, Daniel Macgregor. His interest this time is in D.C, Duncan, and Ian, his beloved grandsons. The Macgregor decides that they have turned out to be successful, independent, handsome lads and yet they are lacking in one important thing. What is that? Its time they each married and settled down and have babies. They don't agree of course, but that doesnt stop the Macgregor. So Nora Roberts takes us into the lives of these three hunky bachelors and how their grandfather manages to provide them with exactly what they are lacking in his usual sneaky way. It will make you laugh, cry, and wish you were one of the brides. Read this one and then quickly go out and buy the next one in the Macgregor series. You won't want to miss a moment of fun.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is one of the best sweet romantic comedy books around! kinda makes me want to meet one of the MacGregor boys. Anyway, if you like her other books, READ THIS ONE, and if you don't, read this one anyway, because it is sure to turn your head into reading more. it's an easy read and i finished it within one sitting. it's such a great book!!
whiteknight50 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Pretty fluffy set of three novellas. Somewhat interesting to read, but probably not my cup of tea. Inherited the book from a garage sale, and thought it looked interesting. Changed my mind. :0) Good if you go for this sort of thing.
Mzkitty570 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It worked with his granddaughters. Now Daniel MacGregor, powerful patriarch of the MacGregor clan, wants to see his three handsome, eligible-but stubbornly single-grandsons married. So he's found just the women to tempt, tease and torture D.C. (aka Daniel), Duncan and Ian all the way to the altar. And you can bet Daniel will be sitting by with his feet up, a glass of whiskey in hand, smugly watching his plans unfold.I love this series from Nora Roberts!! There are several in this series and it doesn't matter where you start reading from, you can pick up the series anywhere (beginning, middle and/or end) and get caught up. I did happen to read the first one and it had one of the main characters working a casino on a ship, and since I LOVE to go on cruises, this one caught my attention right away. I can't remember the name of the book, but if you go to her website, I'm sure she'll have them. I recommend this for anyone who loves romance novels, with some sizzling steamy parts in them and some good humor along the way. And poor Daniel MacGregor, aka: The MacGregor, always seems to be trying to steal a cigar break when his wife happens to walk in to the room....ENJOY!!
kayceel on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Thrilling love stories - if the declarations of love give me a kick in the chest, I'm happy : ) And this one definitely did that! I'm charmed enough to try out more in her repertoire... (in addition to her In Death series, of course.) These are nice diversions.
pussycat626 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The MacGregors... You can't top that IMO.
Mendoza on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Nora Roberts writes contemporary romance at a level that most authors will never achieve. Even when it was the practice to write arrogant bullying heros with heroines who 'never knew it could be like this before' she gave her main characters equal footing.Very much enjoyable.
Darla on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
"D.C." I liked this one. Well, except for The MacGregor's "wedded and bedded" phrase that makes me cringe every time he says it. Loved the reverse psychology Daniel used to get D.C. interested in Layna, and the scene when D.C. "rescues" Layna from Daniel's matchmaking. Much fun."Duncan". Now this is an ambitious heroine. (see my rant about Heart of the Sea) And the story fits well into the novella length without making me feel like something was left out. "Ian". This one is About how what someone is thinking and what you think they're thinking can be vastly different things. Well, not completely, but it's certainly a theme throughout the story.
wyvernfriend on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The next generation of MacGregors are encouraged to marry by their grandfather. Fun, light reading with no real surprises or shocks.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is a compliment to the Nora Roberts book about the MacGregor Brides. Fun, easy read.
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