Romance and adventure always involve a touch of magic, but even more so when the action plays out in the Faerie realm or a world where wizards, elves or angels can save the day--or add to the chaos.




Goldie and the Three Bares

Amorous Midsummer Night adventures of an archeologist and an archfay...

On Midsummer's Eve, archeologist Goldie Locke will find more than she bargained for at her dig site in northern Scotland.

For years her life has been devoted to discovering the equivalent of a Scottish Rosetta stone that will help her unlock the mystery of the Pictish language. After unearthing one segment of a promising carving, she falls asleep in a fairy circle and wakes up completely naked next to a sexy, equally naked Arch Fay named Tyrnan. She can see he's well equipped to grant her every wish, but rather than spending a hot night with Tyrnan all work and no play Goldie opts for learning more about the stone carving.

Granting her request, Tyrnan transports her to the fifth century where the stone originated, but the Arch Fay has ulterior plans. She will meet two men connected with the stone: Artair, a warrior king, and Leathan, a gentle but passionate storyteller and carver. Those encounters will prove to Goldie that fairy tales do come true--though not always in the expected way.

From Goldie and the Three Bares

"Let me get this right. You're saying I'm in a fairy tale and you're one of those little floaty things with wings, like Tinkerbell?" She knew full well what he meant by archfay. You couldn't avoid a few lessons on the folklore of the Celts when you studied their languages. However, the use of stories about the daomine sidhe, the Tuatha De Danann, as a stepping-stone to decipher ancient texts was a far cry from believing in their existence. She'd meant to get a rise out of him and had, but not in the way she'd intended.

Tyrnan's cock stiffened, and as it rose, so did he. He got to his feet and drew up to his full height. All six-foot-plus of him rippled with hard, lean muscle. Whether from the sunlight here in his enchanted field or some inner glow, he looked almost luminescent. Tall, radiant, powerful and certainly not tiny--in any way. He stretched out his arms and a richly adorned green velvet robe appeared around him from nowhere. A headdress of gold shimmered into existence, his dark curls interwoven with the Celtic knots of its bright metal bands.

With him clothed, even in part, Goldie felt more naked than before. She drew back and wrapped her arms around her bent knees to cover herself. Cowering like a child. But she couldn't help it. He was downright imposing. Okay. So maybe he is what he claims to be.

"If you are not overhappy to be here with me, I can send you back," he told her, looking not entirely pleased himself.

A thought struck her. She didn't really know that much about faery folks' powers, but it wouldn't hurt to ask. "Can you send me anywhere?"

"Any where, any when you desire."

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Angel Gets Her Wings

Heart warming holiday adventure with a wannabe cherub...

Angel Martinez-O'Reilly's plans aren't those of a typical down-to-earth holiday traveler. In fact, she's a cherub-in-training who must complete her naughty-and-nice list by Christmas morning to get promoted to full-fledged angel.

On flight 781 flying from New York to Chicago, she has her hands full. Eugene, the computer genius, needs a boost of sexual confidence so he'll propose to his true love. Jeanie, the heart-breaking stewardess bitch, is due for a dose of her own medicine. Sean Conlan, the handsome English pilot whose heart was Jeanie-stomped, is the most deserving of anyone to have a Merry Christmas.

Her list is growing instead of shrinking while Celeste, her heavenly supervisor, keeps popping in to remind her that time is running out. The real problem is Sean. Feelings for him have Angel's heart strings tied up in a fancy bow. Love just might tempt her to put the harp lessons on hold.

From Angel Gets Her Wings

"Merry Christmas, friend," she said and rose on tiptoe to plant a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.

He put his strong hands on her shoulders and seemed undecided on whether to move her away or pull her into an embrace.

She had every intention of letting him think this through at his own pace, but didn't know how much longer she could wait. The sweater and jeans he'd donned hugged his sculpted frame, and she'd challenge anyone to even try to figure out if he looked best in a uniform or his casual attire. There was just no choosing; he was perfect in both. The combination of his pale blue sweater and his hazel eyes made her think of sea glass and sand, of waves lulling her to sleep, softening the edges of any anxious thought. She might be the cherub in training, but he was definitely her angel tonight.

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