Druid, Mine
Anya’s wish for a
normal date—away from the old man she is caretaker for—comes true in unexpected
ways when she finds herself whisked to an ancient Irish stone circle on
solstice eve.
Carrick’s decision to follow the path to become an Ovate
druid has not come lightly, and he plans to spend the solstice eve in
meditation unless fairies or evil spirits disrupt the circle. When a feisty
girl walks right up to the fire, more than sparks fly.
They each seek healing and a connection, but the darkness of
summer is short, and once the solstice sun breaks through the circle at dawn,
the magic of the night will be over. Even Madame Eve can’t stop the day from
rising.
Excerpt:
Maybe I’m the first person Madame Eve can’t find a match
for. And how was it any better than just picking someone up from one of the
dozen bars along the street?
Bile filled her throat. Being caretaker for the old man had
filled her days but left her empty inside. I’m lonely. I need this 1Night
Stand. She stifled a sob. Crying wouldn’t help anything. She had chosen her
path knowing full well what the consequences would be. Maybe she hadn’t
foreseen how deeply alone she’d feel, but she’d known what she was getting
into, work-wise. She used to be a risk taker, impulsive and willing to try new
things. Why was she so willing to settle for security now?
The town’s few buildings rose in shadowed relief in the
dusky twilight around the city center like tall stones. Guardians, perhaps.
Behind them lay the mountains, the wild unknown. She sat straight and leaned
into the faint spray from the fountain. The cool mist spread across the back of
her arms. Closing her eyes, she lifted her long hair so the moisture could
reach the back of her neck.
“Aine?”
Anya dropped her hair.
“Hello?” No one.
“Aine. Let’s go.” The voice floated on drops of water and
fell through the air.
“What?” No one was near.
“I’m here.” The voice settled softly like dew on her skin.
The air wavered over the fountain and the water slowed.
I only had one beer.
“Come. He awaits.”
For the briefest moment, a golden light eclipsed the edge of
Anya’s vision then darkness slid over her.
About the Author:
Kerry holds a BA in English: Writing and Editing with a
minor in Classical Studies from NC State University. She has extensive
freelance editing experience, and teaches various fiction writing classes at a
local college. She is an Associate Editor with Entangled Publishing. In
addition to editing, Kerry writes science fiction, romantic fantasy, and
paranormal romance.
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