Mary Morgan: Dragon Knight’s Medallion Excerpt Celebrates Nature

Medieval Monday is wrapping up its Celebrating Nature theme today and I can’t think of a better way for The Book Corner to do so than by featuring the talented Mary Morgan. Mary’s excerpt comes from her terrific DRAGON KNIGHT’S MEDALLION. 

Some of the men and women were
already dancing around the fire. She laughed when she spied Betsy twirling
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…
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
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
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.


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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Ashley York Brings THE SEVENTH SON to Medieval Monday

 The celebration of nature continues on Medieval Monday and today I’m welcoming my friend Ashley York with her latest Conquest novel THE SEVENTH SON. This one is set in Ireland, and Ashley’s description paints a vivid picture of what life must have been like.

day Tisa arrived at her new home it was dark and stormy. They’d been keeping
ahead of the impending rain the whole day. From the rise overlooking the sea,
dark, angry clouds hugged the coastline, making it impossible to see the ocean.
The sound of crashing waves pounding along the rocky shore made her stop. Her
mount shifted beneath her as if wary as well. Darragh come up alongside and
pointed out the little cluster of roundhouses nestled into the valley below.
“That is yer new home,” he said.
Several small buildings surrounded a larger
longhouse in the center. It appeared quite peaceful despite the many barren
trees no longer protecting it from the sea breezes.
“It looks peaceful.”
He snorted beside
her. “Dunna be fooled. There is nothing about my father, including his clan,
that is peaceful but ye’ve witnessed that yerself.”
His father had been relentless in keeping track of
their whereabouts. He’d continued to impose on them, making lewd suggestions
when they separated from the group at night. Tisa would almost believe she had
become dulled by his comments. Almost.
“Darragh!” Aodh barked at his son. “See to the
Her husband sighed. “Father, I will see my bride
settled before leaving her alone.”
Aodh laughed. A cruel laugh. The belittling laugh
he often used with his son. “Afraid to leave her unprotected?”
Darragh turned to face the man that had come up
behind him. “Aye, I will have her well protected before I venture off to see to
yer ships.”
Aodh smiled at her. “But I’ve been so patient.”
“Then be patient about yer ships!”
Darragh took the reins of Tisa’s horse and led
them both down the graceful hillside ahead of the others.
Tisa dared not breathe at this blatant show of
disobedience. Once out of earshot, she whispered to her husband.
“Darragh, he is still not following.”
“I’ve shocked him into immobility.”
Drogheda, Ireland 1075
The sixth son bears a curse as
certain as the seventh son bears a blessing. When Tadhg MacNaughton’s betrothed
is ripped from his arms and married to another, he believes the legend is true.
Tisa O’Brien’s life slams into a
downward spiral at the news she is no longer betrothed to the love of her life
but to the tanist of a warring, prideful clan with dangerous political
aspirations, the Meic Lochlainn. She faces her destiny with all the strength and
dignity of her Irish heritage despite dealing with a husband who resents her
and meets his needs in the arms of others, fighting off the lustful advances of
her father-in-law, Aodh, and longing for the husband of her heart.
Tadhg MacNaughton makes a deal
with the devil to ensure the survival of his clan as he is commanded to fight for
Aodh who envisions himself the new High King of Eire. Up close and personal,
Tadhg must witness his true love’s marriage and remain silent even as it rips
him apart.
 When a sinister plot to overthrow King William of England led by the
exiled Leofrid Godwin and Clan Meic Lochlainn comes to light, Tadhg is faced
with saving his clan or endangering his sister and her Norman husband.
An Irish beauty and a warrior
betrayed, doomed in love from the start or does fate have something else in
store for them? 
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