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Monday, December 10, 2018

Scream Muddy Murder (Big Lake Murder Mysteries) by Lesley A. Diehl

Scream Muddy Murder (Big Lake Murder Mysteries)
by Lesley A. Diehl

About the Book

Scream Muddy Murder (Big Lake Murder Mysteries)
Cozy Mystery
3rd in Series
Creekside Publishing (September 27, 2018)
Paperback: 352 pages
ISBN-10: 9780997234954
ISBN-13: 978-0997234954
Print Length: 272 pages
Digital ASIN: B07H2NZQ7C

EMILY RHODES DOES IT AGAIN! This time she nosedives into a mud puddle at a Seminole War battle reenactment and finds she’s sharing the muck with a dead body. As usual the hunky detective she loves to aggravate, Stanton Lewis, cautions her against getting involved in the case, and as usual she ignores him. Emily’s sleuthing pays off, revealing disturbing information about the victim’s past. Is it the reason behind his murder? With the help of her family and friends, Emily sets out to uncover secrets kept too long and puts herself and the people she loves in the killer’s path. Too late she realizes Detective Lewis was right. Her snoopiness proves to be a deadly idea.

About the Author

Lesley retired from her life as a professor of psychology and reclaimed her country roots by moving to a small cottage in the Butternut River Valley in Upstate New York. In the winter she migrates to old Florida—cowboys, scrub palmetto, and open fields of grazing cattle, a place where spurs still jingle in the post office, and gators make golf a contact sport. Back north, the shy ghost inhabiting the cottage serves as her literary muse. When not writing, she gardens, cooks and renovates the 1874 cottage with the help of her husband, two cats and, of course, Fred the ghost, who gives artistic direction to their work. She’s presently interviewing for a coyote to serve as her muse for her books and stories set in rural Florida.
She is the author of a number of mystery series and mysteries as well as short stories, most featuring her quirky sense of humor and a few characters drawn from her peculiar family.
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Recipe Post
By Lesley A. Diehl

Scream Muddy Murder is the third book in the Big Lake Mysteries and now on this blog tour. Sharing a recipe at this blog tour stop is perfect for a book that includes recipes in the back following the story. This is the first time I’ve included recipes, but I couldn’t resist because my protagonist’s next-door neighbor always arrived with a wonderful dish just when it’s needed such as after a long night being questioned at the local police station or when the protagonist has been chasing down a killer in the nearby swamps. There’s nothing like a Key Lime Pie to make everything all right.

The recipes at the back of the book are Vicki’s, and I hope you’ll try them. There’s a little bit of something for every palate from appetizers to desserts. Don’t expect to lose weight when eating these!

I thought it might be fun to have my protagonist, Emily Rhodes, share one of her recipes. When I suggested it to her, she was horrified.
“I don’t cook,” she said.
“Everyone cooks,” I insisted. “Just jot down something simple.”
So this couldn’t be any simpler. You may have heard of it before. Or made it at one time. Emily thought you might like it because it’s so easy to throw together and dirties few pans. So simple even a busy amateur sleuth can make it with one hand as she arms wrestles the killer to the ground with the other.

Impossible Pie

Toss all the following ingredients in a blender (Those are Emily’s words, not mine):

4 eggs
¼ c margarine
1 c sugar
½ t baking powder
½ c flour
¼ t salt
2 c milk
1 c coconut
1 t vanilla

Pour into pie pan. Pie pan will be full, so place a baking sheet under it. Bake in 350 degree oven for 1 hour. Pie will come out puffed and shaky in the middle. Makes crust in bottom and coconut rises to top to make topping. It’s best to chill in fridge before cutting.

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His Dark Magic by Pat Esden

His Dark Magic
Northern Circle Coven
Book One
Pat Esden

Genre: Contemporary fantasy 

Publisher: Lyrical Press

Date of Publication: December 11, 2018

ISBN: 9781516106301
ASIN:  B0796C83RM

Number of pages: 325
Word Count: 90k

Cover Artist: Kensington Books

Tagline: Its power is legendary. It can fulfill every impossible magical desire. But for one young witch seeking redemption, the Northern Circle coven will challenge her skills—and her heart—beyond measure.

Book Description:

Its power is legendary. It can fulfill every impossible magical desire. But for one young witch seeking redemption, the Northern Circle coven will challenge her skills—and her heart—beyond measure.

One tragic impulsive mistake made Chloe Winslow an outcast to her influential magic family. As a medical student, she wants to combine science with sorcery to heal those she hurt and right her wrongs. But brilliant, charismatic Devlin Marsh re-routes her plans with a once-in-eternity offer: membership in the exclusive Northern Circle, a mysterious Vermont coven known for pushing the limits.

Enthralled by Devlin and their mesmerizing mutual attraction, Chloe makes a dangerous sacrifice to help the Circle’s high priestess awaken Merlin himself—and learn his timeless cures. But a foreshadowing soon causes Chloe to doubt the Circle's real motives, as well as Devlin’s . . .

Now Merlin's demonic shade is loose in the human world, while Chloe and Devlin's uneasy alliance will pit them against ancient enemies, malevolent illusions, and shattering betrayal. And with the fate of two realms in the balance, Chloe must risk her untried power against a force she can't defeat—and a passion that could destroy her. 

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Chapter 1
Earth. Air. Fire. Water.
—Inscribed into a white candle

Chloe padded barefoot across her apartment to the
altar on her windowsill. She struck a match and lit a candle. Its light
shimmered over a row of crystals and washed into the darkness beyond the open
“Spirits of air,” she intoned, holding out her
hands. “Guardians of thought and intent, grant me your presence today. Spirits
of fire, guardians of will and passion...”
A gust of wind sent autumn leaves whirling through
the darkness and rustling against the window’s screen. She stopped chanting and
cupped her hands around the candle, shielding it from the breeze. She shivered.
There was a sense of foreboding in the air, a whisper and a chill that a witch
like her could not ignore. Someone else with powers was close by. And they were
thinking about her—at least that’s what her intuition murmured.
She glanced out the window. There was no one in the
tiny parking lot, one story below. The windows in the house next door stood
dark and silent. She caught a whiff of bacon and hash browns, but the smell was
faint and not unexpected. It was almost five-thirty, breakfast time for the
couple upstairs.
Quiet as could be, she tiptoed past her bed and a
stack of textbooks to the studio apartment’s front door. She opened it a crack
and glanced out. The hall light was on, its brightness fanning across the
hallway between her and the main staircase. But the doors to the other two
apartments on her floor were shut, everything dead silent.
Remembering her candle, Chloe swiveled back. “Out,”
she whispered, flicking her fingers to send a burst of energy at its flame.
The flame obeyed, only a thread of its
rosemary-scented smoke trailing behind her as she opened the door all the way
and crept down the hallway, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling.
When she reached the top of the staircase,
everything was still quiet. But after a moment, a faint thump-thump echoed
up from the foyer below.
Chloe froze, her breath knotting in the back of her throat. It was as
if someone had leaned into the front door, hard shouldering it to see if it
would give way.

She waited, listening for the noise to happen again. One long second passed,
then another. She gritted her teeth and took a cautious step downward.
Her ear caught the swish and clink of something
being slid through the mail slot, followed by a hum of magic.
Not daring to breathe, Chloe snuck down the stairs
far enough that she could see the foyer and the front entrance. A narrow
envelope lay just inside the door, as white as moonlight against the worn
She glanced at the window set into the front door.
No one was looking in or lurking in the shadows on the porch, so she sprinted
down the rest of the stairs and snatched the envelope. Even before she read who
it was for, her intuition screamed that it was addressed to her:
Chloe Winslow
The ink was black. The handwriting neat and
controlled. Perfectly centered. But it wasn’t an envelope. It was handmade,
paper folded and held shut by a disk of gold sealing wax stamped with an surrounded
by a circle.
She nudged the seal with her index finger. Energy
crackled off of it, snaking up her arm. She gasped. Powerful magic. She was
certain of it, though if any of the other tenants had found the letter and
touched the seal, they wouldn’t have felt a thing.
Adrenaline pumped into her veins. A month ago,
she’d moved out of her parents’ house in Connecticut to take prerequisite
courses at the University of Vermont before applying for medical school. In all
those weeks, she hadn’t encountered any other true witches or magic. No way in
hell was she going to let someone drop off a thing like this and then escape
before she could meet them.
She shoved the letter into the waistband of her
yoga pants, unlocked the front door, and charged out onto the porch. Her gaze
flashed to the left. Parked cars lined the dark street. But no one was getting
into or out of any of them.
The swish of someone striding through fallen leaves
came from the opposite direction. She wheeled and caught a glimpse of him.
Definitely a guy, striding down the sidewalk through a glimmer of streetlight.
Broad shoulders filled out his dark quilted jacket. Khaki chinos. Lean.
Athletic. Confident.
Chloe’s long legs took the porch stairs in a single
leap. She sprinted down the sidewalk after him, leaves scattering beneath her
bare feet.
The guy jogged between two parked cars and crossed
the street.
“Wait!” she shouted.
He slowed and glanced back. That was all the time
Chloe needed. She willed her legs to go faster and in a dozen strides caught up
to him and snagged his sleeve.
His eyes met hers. He looked to be maybe
twenty-four or -five. His dark- brown hair curled at the nape of his neck. Deep,
brown eyes. Muscular. Classy. Gorgeous. His magic purred in the air around him.
She gulped a breath and toughened her voice. “You
owe me an explanation.”
His gaze traveled over her slowly, from her bobbed
honey-blond hair, past her makeup-free face and stretched out T-shirt, down to
her stormy- blue painted toenails, then back up to her eyes. Dimples formed as
his lips twitched into a roguish smirk.
“Not afraid of confrontation, are you?” he said.
His voice was warm and deep, liquid danger spiked
with an undercurrent of confident innuendo. It sent an excited shiver up her
arms. Still she glared at him. “First of all, I suspect you dropped off that letter
at this time of morning because you knew I’d be awake and sense you. That means
you’ve been spying on me.”
“Is that so?” He shifted closer, his magic sweeping
her skin.
Her legs weakened. Desire thrummed low in her
belly. Dear Goddess, this hadn’t been one of her brighter moves. Maybe she
could snuff out a candle with a flick of her fingers, but with seemingly no
effort his magic had aroused every inch of her. Clearly, he was extraordinarily
gifted—and not just with working spells.
She let go of his sleeve, retreated a step, and
found herself trapped against a cedar hedge.
He cocked his head. “Why don’t you open the letter
if you’re so curious?”
Her fingers obeyed, sliding it from her waistband—
She stopped. What the heck was she doing? She’d
felt the magic crackle off the seal. If she broke it, there was no telling what
kind of spell might be activated.
Chloe pulled herself up to her full height and
looked him square in the eyes, which wasn’t that hard to do. He was probably
five-foot-ten, but she was only a couple of inches shorter even in bare feet.
“I’ve got a better idea. How about if you tell me what it says?”
He frowned as if the idea didn’t appeal to him,
then surprisingly he stepped back and shrugged. “All right, if you insist. It’s
an invitation from the Northern Circle coven. Have you heard of us?”
“Umm—no.” Her pulse quickened, renewed wariness
pumping into her blood. Her parents had mentioned a few older hereditary
witches who lived in this area, but never this group.
“It’s to a party. A meet and greet. A chance to see
if you might be interested in joining us and if we think you’re a good fit.” He
rubbed a hand down the sleeve of his jacket as if deciding whether he should
say more. Finally, he went on, “We’re dedicated to finding ways to access
ancient knowledge. Through out-of-body travel, retrocognition...” He studied
her face carefully, as if watching for her reaction.
She pressed her lips together, refusing to give him
one—though what he’d said totally enticed her.
Amusement twinkled in his eyes for a second, then
he continued. “We believe there are cures to modern diseases and conditions
that have been lost to time. The wisdom and magic of Imhotep, Hippocrates, even
Merlin.” He smiled, slyly. “You are interested in medicine, right?”
Her wariness evaporated and that thrum jumped to
life again deep inside her. But this time it had nothing to do with sex. Magic.
Medicine. Secrets lost to time. 
None of the classes she was taking or
anything she’d come across at the university were even remotely as exciting as
She folded her arms across her chest. “Of course
you’d know I’m interested in that. You’ve been keeping tabs on me.”
“I—we haven’t been spying on you. You don’t always
use protection spells. We picked up on your energy. That’s one of the ways we
find new potential members.” He stopped, his jaw tensing as if he were holding
something back.
She pinned him with a steady look. “And?”
He grimaced. “All right, we have contacts in
administration. We may have checked your college records as well: graduated
from a community college, taking additional prerequisites before applying for
medical school. Top-ten test scores. Not a great apartment. But somehow you
scored it last minute.”
Now he sounded like her father, using his connections
to screen potential employees. She thrust the letter out. “If this is all so
innocent, then why don’t you open it? Or does the seal bother you?”
He laughed, tugged the letter from her fingers, and
broke the sealing wax. The welcoming scent of sage and lavender perfumed the
air, and a trail of green firefly-like sparks twinkled upward, swirling around
before vanishing off toward the brightening eastern horizon.
“Better now?” he said, handing the open letter back
to her.
She skimmed it, nibbling her bottom lip. Even in
the dim street-light, she could see he’d told the truth. It was an engraved
invitation signed: Athena Marsh, high priestess, Northern Circle.
“You can take a city bus—or text Athena if you want
a ride. She’ll probably ask me to pick you up, but she’s the one doing the
organizing. This is her pet project,” he continued. “You won’t be the only
newbie. No one will force you into anything.”
His voice settled sugar-sweet in her ear. Medicine.
A chance to gain the knowledge from ancient physicians, scholars,
and sorcerers. Perhaps even pick the wizard Merlin’s brain. How could she say no?

About the Author:

PAT ESDEN is an antique-dealing florist by trade. She’s also a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, Romance Writers of America, and the League of Vermont Writers. Her short stories have appeared in a number of publications, including Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show, the Mythopoeic Society’s Mythic Circle literary magazine, and George H. Scither’s anthology Cat Tales.

Her new adult paranormal novel, A HOLD ON ME (book #1 in the Dark Heart series) is available from Kensington Books. BEYOND YOUR TOUCH (book #2 Dark Heart series) will be released August 30th.


Almond Moon Cookies: A Timeout from the Holiday Rush

The holiday season is packed with things to do and places to
go. It’s easy to become overwhelmed if you don’t take time to relax and
rejuvenate. One of the best ways to do this is to reserve a quite evening or
even just an hour for yourself. Shut off social media and your phone, light a
candle and enjoy a cup of tea while you listen to music or read a book. I
suggest a tea with a gentle aroma and flavor like jasmine tea paired with a
buttery-sweet cookie like almond moons. Almond moons are named after their
crescent shape that honors the new moon. The new moon is a time for quiet
reflection and new beginnings. It’s all about for planning how to move forward.

Almond Moons

(makes approximately 3 dozen cookies)

1 cup softened butter
8 ounces softened cream cheese
2 cups granulated sugar
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
¼ teaspoon almond extract
3-1/2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
½ cup slivered almonds
Chocolate frosting

In large bowl cream butter and softened cream cheese together
until light and fluffy.  Add sugar, egg,
vanilla, and almond extract. Beat until well blended.

In separate bowl combine flour and baking powder. Gradually
add flour mixture to creamed mixture, beating after each addition until
thoroughly blended into soft dough.

Cover bowl and refrigerate for at least one hour. Dough can
be chilled overnight.

Scoop out tablespoons of dough onto lightly floured surface
and form into small 2 inch logs. Bend logs into crescent moon shape and place
on ungreased cookie sheet. When shaping moons remember that dough will rise and
expand slightly as it cooks.

Bake at 350 degrees for 10-12 minutes or until bottom is
golden brown. Some golden brown will show around edges of cookies.

Cool cookies, then drizzle with your favorite chocolate
glaze or spread chocolate frosting along inner edge of cookie to accent moon
shape. Press slivered almonds into soft glaze or frosting.

These cookies keep well in the freezer, so be sure to stash
a few away for that much needed holiday timeout.

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The Christmas Experience by Katherine Moore

Food has always been a big part
of my family’s holiday celebrations. Over the years, we’ve refined those
traditions to perfection. Christmas dinner always includes pickled peaches and
cranberry chutney alongside the turkey and dressing; Christmas cookie trays
always include sour cream sugar cookies and “peanut blossoms,” those chewy
peanut butter cookies with a melty-but-somehow-still-firm chocolate kiss on
top—made from a recipe more than half a century old. Sometimes there are
gingersnaps. Occasionally there are oatmeal cookies. Our traditions allow for
some leeway om the cookies. But breakfast? There’s always bubble loaf for


Christmas mornings are often
hectic—presents to be opened, family and friends dropping by, church services
to attend—so you make and bake this sweet breakfast bread, then stash it in the
freezer until needed.

Reheat covered with foil so the
little “bubbles” don’t get too brown. Bubble loaf smells heavenly as it’s
baking and the butter, sugar, and orange zest will combine in a glaze so
delectable people will be tempted to lick their plates.

Bubble Loaf

2 loaves frozen bread dough,
1 stick unsalted butter, melted
1 cup granulated sugar
1 jar of dried orange peel,
around 1.5 ounces
2 round 9-inch cake pans

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.

Combine the sugar and dried
orange peel in a shallow bowl.

Cut the thawed bread dough into
pieces about an inch square and then roll each square into a little ball.

Dip the dough balls into the
melted butter, then roll in the sugar orange mixture until coated.

Place the “bubble” into the pan.

Cover with a clean dish towel and
set in a warm place until the dough has risen and doubled in volume.

Bake at 325 until golden brown.
Allow to cool before serving.

If freezing, slightly under bake
the bread  so that when the bubble loaf
is reheated, it won’t get too toasty.

One loaf of dough will fit into
one pan.

This recipe makes two pans.
Serving sizes will vary. When my brother was on the football team in high
school, he could eat a whole pan by himself and then turn around and scarf a
whole plate of bacon and eggs and home fries (also a Christmas morning staple).
So plan accordingly.

The Christmas Experience

The Meredith Manor Hotel Series

Book One

Katherine Moore

Genre: Cozy Holiday Romance

Publisher:  Dark Valentine Press

Date of Publication:  November 11, 2017


Number of pages: 210 
Word Count: 50,860

Cover Artist: Lou Harper/Cover Affairs

Tagline:  Christmas is a state of mind at Meredith Manor Hotel, which explains why everyone’s just a little nuts.

Book Description:

Christmas comes but once a year but this year, Meredith Manor Hotel in scenic Silver Birch, Washington, is celebrating the holiday almost a dozen different ways. Guests can choose their "experience" from a selection of themed celebrations filled with food and drink and love and laughter. (Yes, there are recipes.)

When unemployed accountant Miranda Weston takes a temp job at the hotel her best friend's family owns, she never dreams that her friend's globe-trotting brother will show up to celebrate the holiday and complicate her life. Peter Meredith broke Miranda's heart years ago and it's still a little tender at the broken places. She's not the lovestruck teenager she once was and he's changed too, and as guests come and go and the staff works hard to deliver Christmas magic, the season works a little magic on them as well.

But Miranda's complicated relationship with the man who may just be the love of her life is only one of the storylines playing out among the hotel staff and the guests gathered for the various "Christmas Experiences" offered at the Meredith Manor Hotel.

This is a short, cozy Christmas romance novel for fans of movies like Love, Actually and the books of Katie Flynn, Trisha Ashley, and Cathy Kelly.

The Christmas Experience celebrates love and family, and all the season means.



Amy came by and
refilled our tea and water glasses. Alice polished off the rest of her rice and
noodles. I nudged my bowl of rice closer to her. “You mind?” she asked.
“All yours,” I
I thought about
the hotel as Alice prattled on, filling me in on all the gossip. It was kind of
like listening to a recap of a soap opera, only with more food.
“Nika and Annie
are getting married, and Annie wants to move back to Austin.”
“Mom’s frantic
because she hasn’t found anyone to replace Nika.”
“Are they really
going through with the wedding this time?”
Nika was the
hotel’s passionate Hungarian-American pastry chef who notoriously ran hot and
cold with her beloved. An ACF “Pastry Chef of the Year” winner, she wouldn’t
have any trouble finding work in Austin and neither would Annie, who was an
emergency room nurse. They’d both have new jobs before they’d even unpacked.
“Does Annie miss
her family that much?”
“Her dad’s got
some health issues,” Alice said. “And he’s old. I think she wants to stay
”The thought of
never eating another of Nika’s honey bran muffins makes me sad,” I said.
“Forget bran
muffins,” Alice said. “Her carrot cake is transcendent.”
Nika was going
to make Alice and Lionel’s wedding cake. Alice had known from the start she
wanted carrot cake, but she’d tasted pretty much every cake in Nika’s
repertoire until the chef pointed out if she didn’t make a decision soon, she
was going to have to buy a wedding dress in a larger size.
“Carrot cake
sounds good,” I said.
Alice jumped on
that. “If you have dinner with us tonight there’ll be carrot cake.”
“You’re evil,” I
“No,” she said.
I only use my powers for good.” She signaled for the check as she changed the
subject. “Did I tell you, Mom’s hired Max Hopkirk to do his one-man Christmas
Carol show for the Dickens Experience night?
Max Hopkirk!!
“Squee,” I said.
“I know,” Alice
said, eyes wide.
Max Hopkirk was
pushing sixty, but he still had it going on with his piercing blue eyes and
dramatic mane of silver-gilt hair. He was often praised for his deep and
hypnotic voice, but in one interview he’d given, Max had said he thought he
sounded like Eddie Izzard imitating James Mason playing God. So while he was
reputed to be something of a diva, he at least had a sense of humor.
“Oh yes, he is a
diva,” Alice said when I asked her about that. “He had all kinds of ridiculous
demands. Finally, Mom told his manager to stop being silly, that everyone knew
that Max needed money and it wasn’t as if she was asking him to walk around
naked juggling chainsaws .”
“I’d pay money
to see that,” I said.
“We could post
it on our YouTube channel,” Alice said. “Maybe he could do it for his encore.”
“I’d like to see
his Christmas Carol show,” I said.
Alice started to
smile again. “Staff gets in free,” she said.
“You promise
there’ll be carrot cake tonight?” I finally said because resistance was futile.
“Yay,” Alice

About the Author:

Katherine Moore was born in Washington, D.C., and now lives in the Pacific Northwest in a small town very much like the fictional Silver Birch, Washington where most of her books are set. She has worked as a caterer, a movie extra, a cookbook editor, and a lifestyle reporter for magazines and newspapers in Honolulu, Los Angeles, and Richmond, Virginia.

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Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Deck the Halls with Books Holiday Extravaganza tour for Trial of a Warrior by Mary Morgan


2 cups all purpose flour

3/4 cup finely chopped almonds

3/4 cup light brown sugar,
lightly packed

12 tablespoons cold unsalted
butter (1 1/2 sticks), cut into small pieces

1 egg yolk

2 pounds firm, ripe plums, pitted
and quartered lengthwise

Preheat oven to 400 degrees

Combine the flour, almonds, and
sugar in a large bowl. Add the butter and the egg yolk. Mix by hand or with an
electric mixer, until crumbly.

Press 1 1/2 cups of the crumb
mixture in an even layer into the bottom of a 9 1/2-inch springform or tart
pan. Arrange the plums in the pan, skin side down to form a flower pattern;
begin at the outside and work your way in.

Sprinkle the rest of the crumb
mixture evenly over the plums. Bake the tart for 40 to 50 minutes, or until
it’s lightly browned and the plum juices are bubbling. Remove from the oven and
cool for 10 minutes. Remove from pan and transfer tart to flat plate.

Serve with a dollop of whipped

A small fruit with vibrant, dark blue skin and a strong sour flavor. Damsons
are similar to plums. They have a large stone (pit) and are often juicy, but
tend not to be eaten raw due to the tartness of their flesh.

Trial of a Warrior

Legends of the Fenian Warriors

Book Three

Mary Morgan

Genre: Time-Travel Fantasy Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

Date of Publication: December 12, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-5092-2359-6

Number of pages: 386
Word Count: 92628

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Tagline: Will the burning embers of their past love spark a reunion or destroy a future? 

Book Description:

"You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!”

A warrior sentenced to die.

On trial for breaking a supreme Fae law, Fenian Warrior, Liam MacGregor has no regrets. He is prepared to accept his sentence—even if it means his death. However, freedom comes in an unexpected manner, and brings with it certain dangers as he travels through the Veil of Ages.

A princess honor-bound to remain hidden.

Princess Abela might be a priestess and the daughter of royalty, but that doesn’t prevent her from doing the unimaginable. She sacrifices duty and honor to set free the man who captured her heart so many years ago. No matter the severity of his crimes, she cannot let Liam die.

A rescue that will bring about a war and divide a kingdom!  

In their quest to secure a treaty to forestall Liam’s death sentence, they must fight their desires for one another, as well as the Fenian Warriors sent to capture them.


A tremor of
longing to be kissed filled Abela. She should flee this instant, but her feet
refused to listen to her mind.
Liam reached out
and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. His finger trailed down the side of her
neck, and she shuddered. “You have not answered me.”
“Yes,” she
replied rapidly.
The smile in his
eyes contained a sensuous flame, and she was drawn to him. A soft breeze
billowed around them. She ached to press her mouth against his. Just one kiss.
As if reading
her thoughts, Liam cupped her chin and stroked his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Your mouth begs to be kissed, princess.”
She swallowed
and did the unthinkable. “Then kiss me, Liam MacGregor.”
His groan echoed
around them as he took possession of her mouth. The kiss sent the pit of her
stomach into a wild swirl of delicious sensations. Abela’s body yearned to
touch him, so she wrapped her arms around his neck. The contact of his skin
against her chest ignited a burning desire for more.
Liam grasped her
firmly around the waist with one arm and deepened the kiss. When his silken
tongue sought entry, she opened fully to the seduction, tasting wine, apples,
and his own scent. His moan resonated deep within her, and she found her body
responding to a rhythm as old as the land they lived upon.
Never did Abela
imagine the power behind a kiss—seductive, enchanting, shattering, and she
craved more.

About the Author:

Award-winning Celtic 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.

If you enjoy history, tortured heroes, and a wee bit of magic, then time-travel within the pages of her books.

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