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
 
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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:
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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.
                                          * * * 
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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 Welcome back to the dark moment of  betrayal in this week's Medieval  Monday post. 

 I have a heart-breaking excerpt from  Mary Morgan's book, Dragon Knight's  Axe:

​ EXCERPT:
 Panic gripped Fiona. Something wasn’t  right. Why would he leave her? She  thought he cared with all the time  they’d spent together. “Why in the hell did Alastair leave?” she choked out, holding back the scream.
 
“He didn’t want to watch you die. Each day that passed took you further away. There was nothing he or any of us could do,” replied Brigid.
 
Her voice quivered. “Got it….umm…he abandoned me.”
 
Brigid sighed. “I believe he cared for you so much, he could not stand to watch you leave him.”
 
Fiona’s tone turned bitter as she clutched the furs. “When you care for someone, you stay with them until the very end. No matter what happens. What? Did he say good-bye, kiss me, and then just walk out of here? I hope to God our paths never cross again.”
 
“Do you really mean that, Fiona?” asked Aileen in a soft voice.
 
Closing her eyes, she didn’t want to look at either of the women. Her head throbbed, and her heart weighed heavy knowing that the only man she would ever love had walked away from her.
 
“Please leave,” she murmured.
 
When the door closed, she finally opened her eyes. She refused to let the tears fall, so she bit her lip and swallowed. Digging her hands into the furs, she kept trying to breathe. Everywhere she looked there was something that reminded her of Alastair. The plaid he had given her to stay warm, a sgian dubh for protection, and glancing around the room slowly, her eyes caught sight of something on the chair by the head of the bed.
 
Squeezing her eyes shut, she counted to ten. Yet, when she opened them, there was no denying it any longer and sadness engulfed her. As she tried to reach for the object, her vision became clouded, the tears streaming down her face, as she was unable to hold them back.
 
Grasping the chess piece, she clutched it to her chest. “Why, Alastair?” Sobbing uncontrollably, she realized that he had given her the Dragon King as his parting gift to her.
 
And Fiona’s heart shattered completely.
 
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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