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By Anonym 20 Sep

Mary Morgan

Ye cannae leave.” “Why?” she yelled, glancing over her shoulder at Cormac. “Tell me why I can’t leave and go home?” “Truth?” “Yes, dammit!” “Because your home has yet to be discovered. Ye have crossed the veil of ages into the year 1207.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mary Morgan

So deep in his thoughts, he did not notice Fingal veering off the main road until the lass let out a giggle. She had the most musical sound, and he found himself smiling. Guiding his horse back to the path, he could hear his men doing their best to contain themselves. A glance back confirmed William was coughing loudly and Gordon trying his best not to fall off his horse. “I swear Fingal, I am tempted to trade ye in for another horse. Ye must be going blind, or worse, old.” His horse let out a large snort.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mary Morgan

Prologue When the ancient bards wove the tale of the great O’Quinlan clan in Navan, Eire, they foretold of destinies that would forever change the lives of these noble warriors. One might deem that it all began with the eldest male, yet, the story began with the youngest – a daughter. To protect Fiona O’Quinlan from the enemy of their clan, her brother, Desmond, sought out a Fenian Fae Warrior to escort her to safety during a fierce battle. However, as with any request to the Fae, all did not go as Desmond wished. The Fae had already set in motion their own plan, and their sister was sent to another time. The O’Quinlan clan would not be reunited with Fiona for many years. When they were, they were told her fate was destined with another – Alastair MacKay, a feared, and battle-scarred Dragon Knight. Though Desmond and his brothers eventually accepted their sister’s love for the MacKay, Desmond harbored lingering doubts over the match. And as one year bled into the next, Desmond’s anger at the MacKay grew. Unbeknown to Desmond, his time had come to fulfill the bardic prophecy and take his place as a ruling warrior. Furthermore, in order to step forward on his journey, he must relinquish the fury of the past and open his heart and mind to only one emotion. Love.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mary Morgan

There are those who say fairytales do not exist.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mary Morgan

His fingers trailed a path on her skin down her back. “Have I found a pleasure spot?” he asked while tugging her gown free from her shoulders. Eve glanced over her should. The look she gave him pierced his soul. “Everywhere you touch give me pleasure.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mary Morgan

Once every hundred years, two souls are brought together through the veil of time. They are deemed the chosen ones by the Fae. Through their acts of kindness, generosity, and love to others, they often neglect to find their one true love. Their devotion to aiding others blinds them to their own happiness, leaving them alone. Time is fleeting and only the strongest and purest of heart will be able to capture the spark of love. If the ember ceases to grow, then on the stroke of midnight on the Winter Solstice the two lovers will be returned to their own time. The doors of past and present to be closed forever. In this year, 2016, the Fae have chosen Cormac Blaine Murray and Eve Catherine Brannigan to receive this special blessing – a chance of love – everlasting. When the light of true love whispers in their hearts, Cormac and Eve must trust and believe in the magic that brought them together before the sands of time vanish into the mists of the Highlands.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mary Morgan

Usually, Eve didn’t like men with long hair. Nope, she preferred her men clean cut and shaven. However, the moment this man stepped into her path, she couldn’t stop staring at him. Her breathing became shallow and the air thick. Eve thought a Celtic God had appeared out of thin air.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mary Morgan

We don’t change our minds. I was led to another path of light.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mary Morgan

One kiss,” he murmured against her cheek. The tight knot within him begged for release. She swallowed. “I…do… don’t know.” “I will nae beg for one, Eve.” He nuzzled the skin below her ear, making him crave her even more. “Yes,” she whispered.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mary Morgan

I will not force ye, Eve, but ken this… I want ye like no other. ‘Tis an aching need and grows with each passing day. Ye speak of torment, but mine burns.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mary Morgan

Pluck the petals from the flower, mix with a drop of honey, add a splash of tears, and give to your lover on Yule.