“Once every hundred years, two souls are brought together through the veil of time. They are deemed the chosen ones by the Fae. Through their acts of kindness, generosity, and love to others, they often neglect to find their one… — Mary Morgan Copy Share
“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 the lives of these noble warriors. One might deem that it all began with the eldest male, yet, the story began with the youngest – a daughter. To protect Fiona O’Quinlan from the enemy of their… — Mary Morgan Copy Share
“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 their acts of kindness, generosity, and love to others, they often neglect to find their one true love. Their devotion to aiding others blinds them to their own happiness, leaving them alone. Time is fleeting and… — Mary Morgan Copy Share
“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
