Medieval Monday

                                                    week 12

 'Tis the next to last week for our Medieval Monday Excerpts Blog Hop. I hope you've enjoyed the tour and have found excerpts that pique your interest.

Today, Mary Morgan joins me with an excerpt from her book, A Highland Moon enchantment.

You'll find my excerpt on her blog here: ​https://www.marymorganauthor.com/blog

​Enjoy!


                                                                     Blurb:

(You first met this warrior in Dragon Knight’s Axe, Order of the Dragon Knights, Book 3)

Irish warrior, Desmond O’Quinlan has never surrendered his heart to any woman. He has no
wish to have his soul tortured by love. Yet, the moment he locks gazes with Ailsa, his fate is
destined for an adventure he never fathomed. He may have battled alongside a Dragon Knight,
but his greatest challenge will come from within his own heart.
 
Ailsa MacDuff, a warrior among her clan, has no desire to have a man chain her to a life of
obedience. However, that is before she meets Desmond. The temptation to allow this warrior
inside her heart is a risk she dares to take, but one that could lead to a future of emptiness and
sorrow. 
When betrayal looms from within, the battleground of love is no match for these two warriors.
Can the power of a Highland full moon be strong enough to unite or destroy them?

                                                         Excerpt:
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“Father,” she sobbed, slumping down beside him and placing a hand near his nose. “Thank the
Gods and Goddesses.” She looked up at Desmond. “He lives, though his breathing is shallow.”
He watched as she inspected the wound on his head and arm, noticing the odd position of the
limb. “I fear ’tis broken.”
“Aye,” she agreed. “We must straighten the arm.”
He crouched down beside her. “I can help ye. ’Tis best we do it while he is not awake.”
Standing, she wiped a hand across her brow. “I will need my pouch of herbs, salves, and linens.
Tam can assist me.”
Desmond stood and glanced at Alastair. “Have ye found any alive?”
Alastair motioned behind him. “Only one. He took a blow to the head, but lives. Tam is tending
to his injuries.”
Ailsa brushed past Desmond. “Did he say who it was?”
“I believe he mentioned the name of Muir.”
“Thank ye, Mother Danu,” she muttered, running off in the direction Alastair gestured.

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Follow along next week for the exciting conclusion on Mary Morgan's blog https://www.marymorganauthor.com/blog
and leave a comment for a chance to win a signed print copy of A Highland Moon
Enchantment.

And don't forget to return here next week for the rest of the excerpt from The Highlander's Welsh Bride!

Buy Links for A Highland Moon Enchantment:
AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0767QVJBX/
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-highland-moon-enchantment-mary-
morgan/1127176325
Apple iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/a-highland-moon-
enchantment/id1294140045?mt=11
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/a-highland-moon-enchantment

 Excerpt number 5 comes from Mary Morgan's book, Dragon Knight's Shield!

You'll find my excerpt on her website at http://www.marymorganauthor.com/blog







Excerpt:
Standing, Angus moved cautiously through the corridor. Relying on his senses and training, he made his way downward. When he reached the entrance of the great hall, he pushed opened the massive doors. He didn’t have to ask where Deirdre was, for he could smell her from across the room. She filled his senses, and he longed to take her into his arms.

“Deirdre, I have come to ask if ye would journey with me to see the Great Dragon.”

He knew the sound of her footsteps and when he deemed she was close enough, he reached out and pulled her to his side.

“I would be honored, Angus,” she replied softly and hugged him tightly.


Follow her excerpt next week on Elisabeth Hobbes’s blog: https://elisabethhobbes.co.uk/  

Book Blurb:
Angus MacKay, leader of the Dragon Knights, failed his brothers and his clan upon the death of his sister. Now he must fight the darkness of despair tempting his soul. Back on Scottish soil, he comes face to face with Deirdre who can wield a sword as mightily as his warriors, and takes her captive. Yet, with each passing day, the fire dragon inside him roars to claim the one woman fate has destined for him. 

Famed mystery writer, Deirdre Flanagan, is unprepared for the next chapter in her life. On a vacation to Scotland, she steps through the mists and enters into a skirmish alongside a Highlander. However, the fight has only begun, and now she must battle Angus as well as evil in order to claim the love of this Dragon Knight.

Will their love be powerful enough to shield them from danger, or burn them to ashes?

Buy Links:
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Dragon-Knights-Shield-Order-Book-ebook/dp/B018MESJ12/
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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dragon-knights-shield-mary-morgan/1123094798?ean=2940157846695
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/dragon-knight-s-shield
Apple iBooks:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dragon-knights-shield/id1067612279?mt=11

Today I'm swapping excerpts with Mary Morgan as she brings us this tid-bit from her book A Highland Moon Enchantment.

You can find my excerpt from The Highlander's Crusader Bride on her blog here: http://www.marymorganauthor.com

Excerpt:

She bowed her head. “A great honor for us, Cathal that ye are here. And aye, we were fortunate to have the assistance of both men.”
“How did ye manage to make the journey from Castle Creag? I thought ye were spending it with Cormac Murray and his wife,” asked Desmond, reaching for a trencher of breads.

Cathal swirled the contents of his cup, before glancing at Duncan. “The weather was fine—no sign of rain or snow, so I left them in the care of another druid and sought the path to Urquhart.”

He tapped a finger to his head. “My sight told me I might be needed here.”
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Follow Mary's excerpt next week on Barbara Bettis’s blog: http://barbarabettis.blogspot.com/
I'll be swapping excerpts with Ruth A. Casie next week:  http://ruthacasie.blogspot.co.uk

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Book Blurb:

You first meet this warrior in Dragon Knight’s Axe, Order of the Dragon Knights, Book 3

Irish warrior, Desmond O’Quinlan has never surrendered his heart to any woman. He has no wish to have his soul tortured by love. Yet, the moment he locks gazes with Ailsa, his fate is destined for an adventure he never fathomed. He may have battled alongside a Dragon Knight, but his greatest challenge will come from within his own heart.
 
Ailsa MacDuff, a warrior among her clan, has no desire to have a man chain her to a life of obedience. However, that is before she meets Desmond. The temptation to allow this warrior inside her heart is a risk she dares to take, but one that could lead to a future of emptiness and sorrow. 

When betrayal looms from within, the battleground of love is no match for these two warriors.

Can the power of a Highland full moon be strong enough to unite or destroy them?

​
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 Today I'm welcoming Mary Morgan to  the Medieval Monday blog hop as she  shares the next installment in our  First Encounter series from her book,  Dragon Knight's Axe.

 Snippet:

 An inspection…

 Then a third man jumped down from  the boat and circled around her. “’Tis  clothing I have never seen. Perchance, she is one of them.”
Fiona backed away from the men. Good God, they were looking at her like some sort of specimen. She retreated right into the arms of a fourth man.
“Whoa, little elf, can I be of service?”
She stumbled away from him, but received a huge smile.
“Do not try and use your charms on her. It is Alastair’s slave,” grumbled the first man.
Alastair pointed at Fiona. “She is not my slave, Gunnar.”
Gunnar crossed his arms over his chest. “Tell me, why did you buy her then?”
Placing his hands on his hips, he glared at all of them. “I will take her back to the O’Quinlan.”
Fiona flinched. What was he saying? Who was this other O’Quinlan? And why did her captor’s name sound familiar?
Something snapped inside of her. “Like hell you will.”
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Follow along next week for Mary's next snippet on Barbara Bettis’s blog

My snippet for this week is on Mary's blog: HERE

Leave a comment for a chance to win a digital copy of Dragon Knight’s Axe by Mary Morgan.

Blurb:
Alastair MacKay, a battled-scarred Dragon Knight flees to the sea to separate himself from his fae-given power connecting him to the land. But it is on land that he rescues a woman from a slave trader in Ireland. It is through Fiona he steps back inadvertently into a world filled with magic—taking on the role of protector and at the same time leading him on a journey to confront his greatest regret and fears. 
Research assistant, Fiona O’Quinlan loves translating ancient artifacts at Trinity College. When she falls asleep on an archeological dig, she awakens in another time. She soon discovers a Dragon Knight’s relic has been entrusted into her care. Determined to return the artifact to the Great Glen, Fiona is unprepared for the danger ahead—losing her heart and soul to Alastair “Beast” MacKay.
Will their love be strong enough to soothe the beast and heal the man? Or will Death swing its axe, leaving them lost for all eternity?

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"Why I love writing Medieval Romance" by Mary Morgan

I’ve often been asked this question, “Why Medieval romance? Why not Regency, Victorian, or Western?” In truth, I love them all, but my heart belongs to one. It started when my fingers opened a book about the great Irish King, Brian Boru (941-1014A.D.). His story is legendary, especially with the people of Ireland. King Brian led the Irish to the peak of their Golden Age—from poetry, arts, saints, and scholars. A spark ignited within my soul for more.  
 
I sought out tales of knights in shining armor and folk heroes, delving into a life teeming with richness, though at times harsh and violent. Yet, it wasn’t until I devoured the history of Brian Boru that I became immersed in medieval life. From there, I treasured tales of life in castles, traveling on horseback, studying foods and herbs. My list is endless and always growing on medieval ways. Yes, there are even days when I long to travel back in time and explore the history, lore, and beliefs.  
 
Therefore, when it came time to pen my own stories, it only made sense for me to place them all in a medieval setting. One might say I live vicariously through my characters. It’s a love affair with all things medieval.    
 
For more about my stories, please visit my book page: http://www.marymorganauthor.com/books
​

From Mary Morgan's Dragon Knights Trilogy we find this week's excerpt as Angus battles the villain.

Angus will risk everything to save Dierdre.








Excerpt #10:
“Are ye mad?” hissed Duncan.
 
Ignoring his brother’s outburst, Angus kept his focus on Deirdre, willing her to remain strong.
 
“’Tis mine!” Lachlan lowered his blade.
 
Angus nodded once to Deirdre. She understood his meaning and with her good arm, she swung and punched Lachlan in the face. However, the effort caught her off balance causing her to slip and fall.
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Follow along next week by checking out Laure O'Donnell's blog with my excerpt #11 http://www.laurel-odonnell.com/blog.html

BLURB:
 
Angus MacKay, leader of the Dragon Knights, failed his brothers and his clan upon the death of his sister. Now he must fight the darkness of despair tempting his soul. Back on Scottish soil, he comes face to face with Deirdre who can wield a sword as mightily as his warriors, and takes her captive. Yet, with each passing day, the fire dragon inside him roars to claim the one woman fate has destined for him. 
 
Famed mystery writer, Deirdre Flanagan, is unprepared for the next chapter in her life. On a vacation to Scotland, she steps through the mists and enters into a skirmish alongside a Highlander. However, the fight has only begun, and now she must battle Angus as well as evil in order to claim the love of this Dragon Knight.
 
Will their love be powerful enough to shield them from danger, or burn them to ashes?
  
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Enjoy a sample from Mary Morgan's book, A Magical Highland Solstice.

Excerpt:
 
Cormac’s stomach protested fiercely as he descended the stairs. He had eaten little on his journey with Eve—happily content to watch her munch on an apple, or nibble on bread and cheese. She chatted between bites, her hands flying about to match her liveliness. When she complained he had not eaten anything, he relented. He watched in fascination as she wedged cheese and apple slices between the two pieces of bread she tore off for him. It was the most glorious meal he had ever eaten. However, his heart almost stopped beating when she nearly cut her finger with his sgian dubh.
 
As he attempted to snatch the blade from her hand, she smacked him away, informing him she knew how to handle a knife.
 
He chuckled at the memory and nearly collided with the golden-haired beauty coming toward him.
 
“Yikes! I’m sorry, Cormac.” She grabbed his arm, trying to steady the trencher with her other hand.
 
He lifted the item from her hand as it was about to tumble free. “My pardons. My thoughts were elsewhere.” Inhaling the aroma, he asked, “Wild boar with mushrooms and onions?”
 
“You have guessed correctly, Laird Cormac.”
 
He arched a brow. “We are feasting grandly with only a few days before the Yule?”
 
Eve glanced over his shoulder and behind her before stepping close, as if she was about to pass along some great secret. “They’re experimenting with new mushrooms and herbs from Cathal. I heard it on good authority that a certain laird must approve the dish.” She gave him a wink.
 
Cormac inspected the dish and then lifted his finger.
 
“You wouldn’t dare,” she protested, smacking his hand away.
 
Lifting the trencher high over his head, he replied, “Remember, I am the laird, aye?”
 
Eve fisted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “And because you are the leader of the clan, you must show some respect.”
 
His gaze raked over her face and settled on her lips. “I will concede defeat, but only if ye grant me a kiss.”
 
Her cheeks flushed as she looked around the corridor. “Here?”
 
“Aye.” As Cormac stepped closer, Eve moved backward.
 
“What if…someone sees us?”
 
Cormac’s smiled turned predatory. “All I asked for was a kiss, nae to plunder your body.”
 
When her back hit the wall, she parted her lips. “One kiss only?”
 
He arched a brow, understanding her meaning. “I beg for only one. Yet, later, I shall demand many more.”
 
 “Then take your kiss, my laird,” she whispered.
 
Slowly, Cormac lowered his mouth to hers, and a moan of pleasure slipped through her lips. Powerful, hungry desire spiraled through him as her tongue invaded him, seeking, stroking. He growled, taking all she had to offer. When one of her hands wrapped around his neck, he deepened the kiss. He was lost in her touch, her lips, and Cormac burned for more.
 
Finally breaking free, Cormac found he was the one trembling.
 
“Is your arm getting tired?” she asked, breathing heavily as her hand slipped across his shoulder.
 
“Nae.”
 
She gave him a gentle push back and stepped away from his embrace. “Good. I’ll relieve you of the trencher, though I’ll make sure to place it near you.”
 
Obliging, Cormac handed her the trencher of food. As he strolled away, he said, “Ye may inform Moira and the others I approve of the meat.”
 
Eve glanced over her shoulder at him. “Now why would I lie? You haven’t tasted the food?”
 
“Och, but I have, fair Eve. From your lips.”
 
“You’re incorrigible.”
 
Cormac roared with laughter. “I shall leave it to ye to help me make amends for my bad habits, Lady Eve.”
 
She snorted and walked into the Great Hall.
 
“By the hounds…what have ye done to me, sweet lass?”
 
 
Blurb:
Laird Cormac Murray has witnessed how love destroyed his own father after the death of his mother, and he vows to never take a wife. Yet, when he comes upon a bewildered lass traveling alone, he finds his heart will no longer listen to his mind. In the end, Cormac risks everything to claim the love of a woman not of his time.
Eve Brannigan loves helping others and baking. After winning a contest, she is stunned to learn that the Clan Murray has requested her assistance to cater to their guests during the holiday season. When a lost path in Scotland leads her to a handsome but gruff Highlander, Eve fights the temptation to allow love to enter her heart for the first time.
Can the Fae and the magic of the Yule season bring together two souls who have forsaken love? Or will tragedies from the past separate the lovers forever?
                                             * * *
Buy Links: Release day 12.2.16
 
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Enjoy a sample from Mary Morgan's book, A Magical Highland Solstice.

Excerpt:
 
Cormac’s stomach protested fiercely as he descended the stairs. He had eaten little on his journey with Eve—happily content to watch her munch on an apple, or nibble on bread and cheese. She chatted between bites, her hands flying about to match her liveliness. When she complained he had not eaten anything, he relented. He watched in fascination as she wedged cheese and apple slices between the two pieces of bread she tore off for him. It was the most glorious meal he had ever eaten. However, his heart almost stopped beating when she nearly cut her finger with his sgian dubh.
 
As he attempted to snatch the blade from her hand, she smacked him away, informing him she knew how to handle a knife.
 
He chuckled at the memory and nearly collided with the golden-haired beauty coming toward him.
 
“Yikes! I’m sorry, Cormac.” She grabbed his arm, trying to steady the trencher with her other hand.
 
He lifted the item from her hand as it was about to tumble free. “My pardons. My thoughts were elsewhere.” Inhaling the aroma, he asked, “Wild boar with mushrooms and onions?”
 
“You have guessed correctly, Laird Cormac.”
 
He arched a brow. “We are feasting grandly with only a few days before the Yule?”
 
Eve glanced over his shoulder and behind her before stepping close, as if she was about to pass along some great secret. “They’re experimenting with new mushrooms and herbs from Cathal. I heard it on good authority that a certain laird must approve the dish.” She gave him a wink.
 
Cormac inspected the dish and then lifted his finger.
 
“You wouldn’t dare,” she protested, smacking his hand away.
 
Lifting the trencher high over his head, he replied, “Remember, I am the laird, aye?”
 
Eve fisted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “And because you are the leader of the clan, you must show some respect.”
 
His gaze raked over her face and settled on her lips. “I will concede defeat, but only if ye grant me a kiss.”
 
Her cheeks flushed as she looked around the corridor. “Here?”
 
“Aye.” As Cormac stepped closer, Eve moved backward.
 
“What if…someone sees us?”
 
Cormac’s smiled turned predatory. “All I asked for was a kiss, nae to plunder your body.”
 
When her back hit the wall, she parted her lips. “One kiss only?”
 
He arched a brow, understanding her meaning. “I beg for only one. Yet, later, I shall demand many more.”
 
 “Then take your kiss, my laird,” she whispered.
 
Slowly, Cormac lowered his mouth to hers, and a moan of pleasure slipped through her lips. Powerful, hungry desire spiraled through him as her tongue invaded him, seeking, stroking. He growled, taking all she had to offer. When one of her hands wrapped around his neck, he deepened the kiss. He was lost in her touch, her lips, and Cormac burned for more.
 
Finally breaking free, Cormac found he was the one trembling.
 
“Is your arm getting tired?” she asked, breathing heavily as her hand slipped across his shoulder.
 
“Nae.”
 
She gave him a gentle push back and stepped away from his embrace. “Good. I’ll relieve you of the trencher, though I’ll make sure to place it near you.”
 
Obliging, Cormac handed her the trencher of food. As he strolled away, he said, “Ye may inform Moira and the others I approve of the meat.”
 
Eve glanced over her shoulder at him. “Now why would I lie? You haven’t tasted the food?”
 
“Och, but I have, fair Eve. From your lips.”
 
“You’re incorrigible.”
 
Cormac roared with laughter. “I shall leave it to ye to help me make amends for my bad habits, Lady Eve.”
 
She snorted and walked into the Great Hall.
 
“By the hounds…what have ye done to me, sweet lass?”
 
 
Blurb:
Laird Cormac Murray has witnessed how love destroyed his own father after the death of his mother, and he vows to never take a wife. Yet, when he comes upon a bewildered lass traveling alone, he finds his heart will no longer listen to his mind. In the end, Cormac risks everything to claim the love of a woman not of his time.
Eve Brannigan loves helping others and baking. After winning a contest, she is stunned to learn that the Clan Murray has requested her assistance to cater to their guests during the holiday season. When a lost path in Scotland leads her to a handsome but gruff Highlander, Eve fights the temptation to allow love to enter her heart for the first time.
Can the Fae and the magic of the Yule season bring together two souls who have forsaken love? Or will tragedies from the past separate the lovers forever?
                                             * * *
Buy Links: Release day 12.2.16
 
Amazon   BN   Kobo   Apple iBooks
 

I have Mary Morgan on my blog today with an excerpt from her book, Dragon Knight's Ring.

Meggie tries a bit of bribery to draw Adam away for a respite. But food isn't what tempts him to accept.

Excerpt:
“What do ye mean we can finish in the morn?” Adam eyed her skeptically.
Meggie stepped away from him. “I haven’t been riding in a few days, so I thought with the weather being fine, we could take Fion and Ciar out for a long ride. There’s this beautiful ridge called Drumbuie. Ye can see Loch Ness in all directions.” She nodded to the basket. “I’m tempting ye with some food, too.”
Adam dropped the shovel. Grabbing a cloth, he wiped his forehead. He did not need food to be tempted to go anywhere with Meggie. He knew the place well, since it had been a favorite of theirs. He was curious, though, and asked, “Why?”
She grimaced in good humor. “I’m tired of hiding in the shadows. I want to try and remember.”
Pleased with her answer, Adam reached past her, his arm brushing against hers—the mere contact made his groin tighten. Picking up the basket, he whistled for Ciar. “Then I will do my best to help ye.”
After preparing both animals, they made their way out of Aonach and headed for the hills. Clouds loomed in the distance, but Adam deemed they posed no threat to their outing. He let Meggie set the pace, galloping through heather with naught a care in the world. She came to a light cantor when she spotted a herd of deer.
“See the females.” She pointed to the south. “Those belong to Red Brute the stag.”
Bringing his horse alongside her, Adam shielded his eyes from the early afternoon sun. “’Tis a fine family he has there. Why is he given the name?”
Meggie twisted in the saddle, obvious to Adam that she was looking for something. “Bruce named him after some obnoxious client he had dealt with several years ago. He noticed the stag had the same attitude and so aptly named him Red Brute.” She laughed playfully. “Though, knowing Bruce, he meant it in jest. For ye see, he loves all animals, regardless of their temperament. Oh, there he is! See, up along the rocky edge. He never strays far from the females.”
Fascinated, Adam watched as the stag wandered at a leisurely pace and then lifted its head as if sensing their presence. “Noble animal,” he murmured.
“Aye,” she agreed. “I never tire of watching them or any animals. They roam with freedom I long for some days.”
Adam’s gaze turned back to Meggie. He detected a feeling of melancholy in her voice. “Are ye not already free, Meggie?”
Frowning, she looked away. “Aye, I am, but I sense…more within me. There are days I can hear whispers of someone calling my name along the breezes. As if the two worlds—past and present cross over. I’m bound by this and the other.” She kept her gaze focused on the animals. “And there’s always these burning questions I carry.”
“Which are?” he asked, bringing Ciar closer to her and Fion.
When she turned back toward Adam, her eyes glistened with tears.
Adam’s heart stilled. A strong urge to tell her everything overtook him.
****
Blurb:
Crusader, Adam MacFhearguis is on one last quest to the standing stones in Scotland where he seeks to bury the past. However, a silent prayer sends him to an unknown future and to his beloved Meggie. When he uncovers a shocking revelation, Adam questions everything about the woman he thought he knew and loved. He may have traveled the veil of ages, but time is now his enemy.
Margaret MacKay lives a life in the future without the memories of her past—her death. When Adam arrives at her door confessing he knows her, she is confused and wary. With each passing day, she yearns to learn more from this stranger. Yet, when a truth is revealed, can she trust the man to unlock the chains from her mind and heart?
Will love free the bonds to unite the two lovers who were doomed centuries ago? Or will evil finally claim victory over the Dragon Knights?
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dragon-Knights-Ring-Order-Book-ebook/dp/B01HDWY8S2/

The celebration is well underway in Mary Morgan's excerpt from her book, Dragon Knight's Medallion.

Excerpt:
Some of the men and women were already dancing around the fire. She laughed when she spied Betsy twirling around.
 
Betsy waved her over. “Come dance with us.”
 
Aileen held up her hand in protest. “Oh, no...I’m fine just watching.” Turning blindly, she stumbled into Brian.
 
“May I have this dance, Lady Aileen?” he asked.
 
“I really shouldn’t, Brian.” He looked so dejected she decided to throw caution to the wind. “You know what? I haven’t danced in ages. I think I will take that dance.”
 
“I would be honored,” he said proudly, holding out his hand.
 
Aileen swallowed the last of her wine, before putting the cup on a log. Taking his hand, she gathered her dress and joined the others.
 
In no time at all, she found herself being swept away with the contagious merriment. Letting her shields slip just a bit, she relished the gaiety—twirling and singing. When Brian would gather her close, she would move away, spinning in a circle. On and on, around the inferno, laughter peeling out.
 
She felt young and carefree.
 
***
Stephen had gathered some food from Betha as he intended to be away all night. She and Donal had pleaded with him to join in the feasting, but he waved them off rather rudely. He wanted no part of the festivities.
 
Almost colliding with a couple, he swore softly. Placing the food across Grian, he shifted hesitantly. It was then he spotted...her.
 
His hand froze on the leather sack. Sweet Mother! What was she doing? And dressed like that? She was a Goddess of the flame. He watched as she was swung up into the air by none other than Brian. Then the man dared to slide her down against him.
 
Dark fury burst somewhere deep inside Stephen. “I’m going to kill him,” he rasped out.
 
The blood roared in his head, as he stormed across the open field, never hearing those who greeted him in passing—one hand held firm against his sword. He slowed his pace and Stephen waited as any warrior would. Let the enemy show himself, he thought.
 
When their dancing brought them nearer to him, he darted in front blocking their path.
 
They never saw him coming.
 
Aileen’s back slammed into his chest, and his arms grasped her instantly in a firm grip. “Hey, ouch!” She tried to move, but he held her solid against his body.
 
Brian skidded to a halt. “Greetings, Sir Stephen.” He went to grab for Aileen’s hand, when Stephen let out a growl of warning.
 
“What is your problem? Did you just growl?” demanded Aileen. She tried to pry herself loose, but he continued to hold her firm.
 
“Mine,” he snarled.
 
Instantly, Brian’s face went white. “Thank ye for the dance, Lady Aileen,” Brian
clipped out. Giving Stephen a curt nod, he stomped away.
 
“Bloody. God. Damn. Hell,” Aileen snapped.
 
Stephen released her, only spinning her around to face him. Something primal within him tore loose. He tried to reason with himself that this was insanity, though his mind and body wouldn’t yield. His gaze dropped to those lips--lips he had fantasized about for weeks.
 
“Aileen,” he choked out before his mouth took hers in a plundering kiss. His lips moved over hers devouring their softness. The kiss became urgent, pleading in its need. His tongue sought hers, and the dance of desire seared their bodies. Raw passion took over his anger, and she opened fully, drawing him against her body. She took her hands and wrapped them around his head, threading her fingers in his locks and pulling him in deeper. Never in all of his life had he felt so right in someone’s arms.
 
When he broke from the kiss, his breathing was labored. Her eyes were dark with desire for him, and he shook with such need, it frightened him.
 
“By the hounds,” he uttered hoarsely. In one swift move, he picked her up. Carrying her to his horse, he ignored the hoots and remarks coming from the crowd. Placing her on Grian, he swung around in back, taking off through a large group of oak trees with only one clear thought in mind.
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Blurb:
To right a wrong, two souls are brought together only to shatter when they are torn apart by the deeds of an evil druid. 

Dragon Knight, Stephen MacKay’s powers are altered after the death of his sister. Now he is plagued with visions that threaten to destroy his soul. When Aileen Kerrigan falls through a time tunnel, he vows to keep her safe, despite the fact the beautiful but head-strong half-blooded fae could be the death of him. 

When Aileen finds out her dad is a Fenian Warrior, she flees to a nearby ruin. Armed with the medallion her mother gave her, and a matching one belonging to a long dead knight, she is flung into the past and finds a handsome but surly warrior who is on a quest. Now it seems her future could be entwined with his, if she doesn’t kill him first. 
 
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