A Magical
Highland Solstice
Spinoff of the Order of the Dragon
Knights series
By Mary Morgan
Genre: Scottish Paranormal Time-Travel
Romance
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?
When he
recovered, he whistled for his horse. The animal trotted aimlessly to his side.
Taking her elbow, he saw her flinch. “Would ye prefer to walk up the steep path
to the castle? Or ride?”
Again, she bit
her bottom lip. “I don’t know how to ride a horse.”
“Truly?”
She waved him
off. “I’m not scared of the animals. I’ve never had the opportunity to learn.”
“Interesting,”
muttered Gordon.
Cormac smiled.
“Dinnae fear. Ye shall ride with me.”
Giving her no
time to protest, he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up onto Fingal.
When he mounted his horse and settled behind her, Cormac felt her body stiffen
as he placed an arm around her waist. He leaned next to her ear. Her mass of
curls brushed his face, and he inhaled her scent—one of different spices. Lust
instantly surged forth, powerful and intense. “Relax,” he urged in a hoarse
voice. Though he found it difficult to do so himself.
He felt her
tremble, but she nodded. Giving a tug on the reins, they moved up the path.
Giving her no
time to protest, he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up onto Fingal.
When he mounted his horse and settled behind her, Cormac felt her body stiffen
as he placed an arm around her waist. He leaned next to her ear. Her mass of
curls brushed his face, and he inhaled her scent—one of different spices. Lust
instantly surged forth, powerful and intense. “Relax,” he urged in a hoarse
voice. Though he found it difficult to do so himself.
He felt her
tremble, but she nodded. Giving a tug on the reins, they moved up the path.
With each steady
trot, her body swayed and Cormac tried to focus on the road. The castle.
Fighting in the
lists. Bathing in the icy waters of the loch. Anything, but the soft curves of
the lass’s body pressing against his own. What was wrong with him? He prided
himself on being a man always in control of his emotions—especially his lustful
ones. Yet, now he found himself confused, tongue-tied, and his gut twisted into
knots.
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.
Eve clicked her
tongue in disapproval. “For shame, Mr. Murray. How cruel. I think he’s a kind
animal. Perhaps it’s the man holding the reins who can’t see clearly the path
in front of him?”
The lass was
quick with the wit, he mused. “I dinnae ken your word, but ye may call me
Cormac.” He leaned near her again. “And I can assure ye, I am nae blind, nor
old.”
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Scottish
paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan resides in Northern California, with her
own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England,
and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to
return.
Mary's passion
for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She
spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head
from the clouds. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked
that she found her true calling--writing romance. Now, the worlds she created
in her mind are coming to life within her stories.
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