Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
From today (03/15 – 03/18) I’m giving away a pdf ebook of
Queen of Kings, the fantasy/romance about Mocha Mong Raud about the only woman
listed as a High King of Ireland. Just email me at CelticRomanceQueen@gmail.com
with Happy St. Patrick’s Day in the subject line and I’ll email Queen of King
to you.
As wild, strong, and beautiful as the land she rules, all men lust for
her, warriors and kings bow to her might and magic, but one champion comes
forth with a white bull and true love.
Blurb:
Macha of the Red Braids exudes the essence of female power.
Defying and fighting two kings, she takes her father’s place on the throne.
With one goal in mind, she uses magic, battles, disguises, and skills of
seduction to take the crown as sole ruler, the only woman listed as a High King
of Ireland. She builds the famed kingdom of Emain Macha, marking off the
borders with the pin of her cloak brooch. Yet a Champion, from the wilds of
Connaught, throws the powerful battle queen off-guard when he comes to claim
her heart. Has Macha met her match with Nath of Connaught? Will he pass the
three trails she has set before him?
Excerpt:
It was night, her element. For as there were the dark gods of the moon
and the sea, so there were the bright ones of the sun. She was dark. Her gaze
fell onto the distant plain where she had raced with Nath earlier in the day.
Though clouded in darkness now, she thought of the lush green grass that
blanketed the earth. The deep, dark soil, firm and solid, sure, constant,
dependable. She turned and gasped. Nath had come upon her, silently. He stood
there at her side.
“I did not mean to startle you, my queen.”
His nearness was overwhelming. She cleared her throat, pretending not
to be affected. “Not at all.”
But she couldn’t tear her gaze from him. Fiery sun, bright and hot, big
and bold. Everyone wanted him to shine on them.
“The druid thought you would be out here.”
“The druid knows me well.”
When the rays of the sun touched the rich earth, they created the lush
peaceful green pasture. She needed him, the sun for her earth. They completed,
they belonged together, dark and light, earth and sun, Nath and Macha. The
druid knew it, and druids were never wrong.
He looked up and her gaze followed his. The pearl moon gleamed, smooth
and perfect against a clear, ebony sky, twinkling with countless stars.
“Dark, sparkling, vast and enchanting,” Nath rasped.
“Yes, the night sky is lovely.”
“I did not mean the sky, my queen.”
A twinkle of moonlight caught her eye as she gazed at him. His eyes
alone could set her ablaze. Fire danced in her. “I need to speak with you.”
“Yes, your majesty.” He leaned closer to her.
“Nath, what is it you want of me?”
