already dancing around the fire. She laughed when she spied Betsy twirling
“Oh, no…I’m fine just watching.” Turning blindly, she stumbled into Brian.
Aileen?” he asked.
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.”
proudly, holding out his hand.
wine, before putting the cup on a log. Taking his hand, she gathered her dress
and joined the others.
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.
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.
swore softly. Placing the food across Grian, he shifted hesitantly. It was then
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.
inside Stephen. “I’m going to kill him,” he rasped out.
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.
nearer to him, he darted in front blocking their path.
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.
Sir Stephen.” He went to grab for Aileen’s hand, when Stephen let out a growl
Aileen. She tried to pry herself loose, but he continued to hold her firm.
“Thank ye for the dance, Lady Aileen,” Brian
nod, he stomped away.
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.
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.
breathing was labored. Her eyes were dark with desire for him, and he shook
with such need, it frightened him.
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.
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.