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QUEST OF A WARRIOR on #Sale #99cents #ParanormalRomance #Irish #Fantasy


I'm starting off the holidays early this year! QUEST OF A WARRIOR is now on sale for a limited time for only .99 cents! If you haven't had a chance to get your copy, now is the time! Here's the blurb and a new excerpt! Enjoy!

Blurb ~

“You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!" Fenian Warrior, Conn MacRoich has traveled the earth for thousands of years, guarding the realm between mortal and Fae. His deeds are legendary. Yet, one mistake will force him on a journey to fix a broken time-line. However, on Conn’s quest, he must face a human female who will eventually bring this ancient warrior to his knees. When Ivy O’Callaghan inherits her uncle’s estate, she never imagines there will be more secrets to unravel, including the one she hides from the world. With the help of a mysterious stranger, she learns to trust and step out of the shadows. However, nothing prepares Ivy when she learns Conn's true identity. As the loom of fate weaves a thread around the lovers from two different worlds, will the sacrifices they make lead them to love? Or will their secrets destroy and separate them forever?

Excerpt from Quest of a Warrior ~

Clinging to his jacket, Ivy gazed up into his face. “The past is gone. I cannot undo what has already occurred. Nevertheless, I can make sure the future is not one cloaked in shadows. I have you, Conn, to thank for listening, encouraging me to share.”

His hands cupped her face. There was an invitation in the smoldering depths of his eyes, and she found herself spiraling into an unknown abyss. Ivy was tired of living behind a shroud of lies, especially with the man in front of her. She was a fool to think he could only remain a friend, when she desired so much more. Can this friendship mean more? I’ve never wanted—needed another man like I do you. Her heart screamed at her to utter the words, but her mind kept her tongue silent.

Conn bent his head near her ear. “Ivy, ghrá—love,” his breath hot against her cheek.

Moaning softly, she leaned closer, her lips searching his. He captured her mouth, hot and demanding. Ivy returned the kiss with a hunger that belied her outward calm. Reaching upward, she delved her fingers into his silky strands, deepening the kiss. His tongue stroked the inside of her mouth, sending her senses reeling. The roar of the ocean a distant hum as Ivy clung onto him needing to feel more. He tasted of the woods—wild and free.

God, how she desired this man. She wanted to break down his walls and bring him comfort—soothe his demons and share his worries.

In one swift move, Conn lifted her into his arms, his mouth trailing a path along her neck. “Tell me to stop, Ivy,” his words came out in a strangled voice.

She pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth. “No.”

Desire flared and slashed within his steel blue eyes. “Are you prepared to accept all I give you?”

“I crave your touch everywhere. You’ve haunted my days and nights.” No longer letting fear guide her, Ivy traced her finger along his chin, and added, “Claim me, Conn MacRoich, for I am all yours, and I’m tired of denying what I feel for you.”

Words she couldn’t comprehend poured out of the man as he carried her across the sandy beach, grabbing her boots along the way. He walked past her car and strode into the forest. Ivy remained silent, watching his profile—raw and sensual. There was no going back.

Their destiny now set. He continued to move with fluid grace through the dense foliage. At times, the tree limbs seemed to lift all on their own to let them pass through. But Ivy didn’t care, for the magic of the land surrounded them. Her blood burned to be with Conn.

Leaning her head on his shoulder, Ivy watched him take them deeper within the trees.

Thunder rolled in the distance, and Conn’s steps hastened to a partial clearing. Slowly, he brought her feet to the ground, his hands firmly on her back.

He released her and cupped her face. “I will take you here upon the land—in the light. The grass will be your bed and the flowers your pillow. Your pleasure shall be mine.” His hand moved under her dress to skim her thighs. “And mine will be yours.” He kissed her tenderly before walking around to her backside.

Ivy trembled. Above the trees, the sky brightened. Warmth and desire surrounded her, seeping into her toes and curling up within her body. She yearned to be free from her clothing. To touch her skin with his. She slipped the jacket free from her body. Easily pulling the dress off over her head, she heard his soft hiss, and smiled.

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