“I will not force ye, Eve, but ken this… I want ye like no other. ‘Tis an aching need and grows with each passing day. Ye speak of torment, but mine burns.” — Mary Morgan Copy Share Image
“Did ye not mention a game last week?” “Aye, but my duties have kept me away.” Alastair choked on his mead. “Ye have none.” — Mary Morgan Copy Share Image
“Ailsa had made up her mind that the man she would marry must steal the breath from her lungs, make her skin tingle with… — Mary Morgan Copy Share Image
“One kiss,” he murmured against her cheek. The tight knot within him begged for release. She swallowed. “I…do… don’t know.” “I will nae beg… — Mary Morgan Copy Share Image
“Prologue When the ancient bards wove the tale of the great O’Quinlan clan in Navan, Eire, they foretold of destinies that would forever change… — Mary Morgan Copy Share Image
“Have nae fear. I am not a knight, nor do I seek to rescue any damsels.” — Mary Morgan Copy Share Image
“Once every hundred years, two souls are brought together through the veil of time. They are deemed the chosen ones by the Fae. Through… — Mary Morgan Copy Share Image
“Her body swayed to a different rhythm. One as old as time. She didn’t care if they’d only met. All she could think of… — Mary Morgan Copy Share Image
“I will take you here upon the land – in the light. The grass will be your bed and the flowers your pillow. Your… — Mary Morgan Copy Share Image
“Let me show ye how a kiss can burn the blood in your body. And how a touch can send tremors coursing through your… — Mary Morgan Copy Share Image
