I am delighted to host Mary Morgan. You certainly remember her from Medieval Monday Tour that has just finished. I warmly congratulate her for her latest release:
DRAGON KNIGHT’S AXE
Blurb:
Battled
scarred, Dragon Knight, Alastair MacKay, has fled to the seas to separate
himself from his powers that are connected to the land. Yet, when he rescues a
woman from a slave trader in Ireland, he steps back inadvertently into a world
filled with magic—taking on the role of protector and leading him on a journey
to confront his greatest 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?
Excerpt:
He would get the truth out of her. She was
now his. Bought and paid for.
His anger simmered just below the surface,
and he allowed his eyes to flash with the fire of the dragon. Hearing her gasp,
he smiled. Good, little
bird. Fear me. Without giving her time to react, he swept
her up and dumped her over his left shoulder, and strode to the ship.
He heard her sharp intake of breath, and
then she started to pound against his back. “Put...me down,” she
demanded.
“Nae.”
She started to kick, and he clenched his
jaw in frustration. The little bird had talons. He responded with a smack to
her bottom, but instead of removing his hand, he kept it against her soft
curves. “I will put ye down when we are on my ship.”
She went completely still, and then she
screamed.
Alastair dumped her onto the ground. “For
the love of Brigid, did ye have to yell into my ear?”
Fiona rubbed at her bottom and then stood.
“You beast,” she spat out at him. Jumping onto a nearby boulder, she looked
directly into his eyes. “Don’t you ever touch
me like that again.”
Alastair yanked her to his chest by her
arms, his face mere inches from hers. “And what are ye going
to do?” He watched as her eyes widened in alarm. Blue eyes that reminded him of
the sky on warm summer days. Then his gaze traveled down to her lips, red as
berries.
Instantly, his beast roared to life. Claim one kiss, Alastair.
“I will slit your throat,” she whispered.
Releasing his hold, his beast laughed, mocking him. He
stared at her for a few moments before turning away. Stalking over to the ship,
he climbed up the ladder.
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Bio:
I am a constant daydreamer and
have been told quite often to remove my head from the clouds.
Pure bliss!
I have traveled to England,
Scotland, Ireland, and France. There are those who know me well when I say, “My
heart is in the Highlands.” I believe I have left it there or maybe in Ireland.
When not writing, I enjoy
playing in my garden—another place where magic grows. Of course, there is time
spent with my family. They are the ones that keep me grounded.
