Dragon Knight’s Medallion
To right a wrong, two
souls are brought together only to shatter when they are torn apart by the
deeds of an evil druid.
souls are brought together only to shatter when they are torn apart by the
deeds of an evil druid.
Dragon Knight,
Stephen MacKay’s powers are altered after the death of his sister. Now he is
plagued with visions that threaten to destroy his soul. When Aileen Kerrigan
falls through a time tunnel, he vows to keep her safe, despite the fact the
beautiful but head-strong half-blooded fae could be the death of him.
Stephen MacKay’s powers are altered after the death of his sister. Now he is
plagued with visions that threaten to destroy his soul. When Aileen Kerrigan
falls through a time tunnel, he vows to keep her safe, despite the fact the
beautiful but head-strong half-blooded fae could be the death of him.
When Aileen finds out
her dad is a Fenian Warrior, she flees to a nearby ruin. Armed with the
medallion her mother gave her, and a matching one belonging to a long dead
knight, she is flung into the past and finds a handsome but surly warrior who
is on a quest. Now it seems her future could be entwined with his, if she
doesn’t kill him first.
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her dad is a Fenian Warrior, she flees to a nearby ruin. Armed with the
medallion her mother gave her, and a matching one belonging to a long dead
knight, she is flung into the past and finds a handsome but surly warrior who
is on a quest. Now it seems her future could be entwined with his, if she
doesn’t kill him first.
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Excerpt: Dragon Knight’s Medallion
Full shock registered
inside her brain as she realized where she’d seen this man. Her body started to
quake, and she clutched her hands to her chest.
inside her brain as she realized where she’d seen this man. Her body started to
quake, and she clutched her hands to her chest.
“No, th…this cannot
be,” she choked out. “Tell me who you are. I demand to know your name!”
be,” she choked out. “Tell me who you are. I demand to know your name!”
Are all the fae so
dumb and beautiful, he thought. “Ye ken who I am.” Stephen’s
head caught a glimpse of the fae, as she started to take a few hesitant steps
backwards. What the bloody hell was wrong with her? She was standing too close
to the edge. If she was not careful, she would slip on over.
dumb and beautiful, he thought. “Ye ken who I am.” Stephen’s
head caught a glimpse of the fae, as she started to take a few hesitant steps
backwards. What the bloody hell was wrong with her? She was standing too close
to the edge. If she was not careful, she would slip on over.
Why did he care? She
could just vanish, right? Stephen rubbed his face, the remnants of a headache
still behind his eyes. Sweet Bridget! Now the fae was yelling at him.
could just vanish, right? Stephen rubbed his face, the remnants of a headache
still behind his eyes. Sweet Bridget! Now the fae was yelling at him.
She waved her hands,
all the time shaking her lovely head. “You are not him!”
all the time shaking her lovely head. “You are not him!”
He had to put a stop
to this, or she would fall. Perhaps, she was a daft fae. He
certainly did not know their ways, nor did he want to find out. However, this
creature was becoming more agitated, and for some unfathomable reason, he did
not want her to come to any harm.
to this, or she would fall. Perhaps, she was a daft fae. He
certainly did not know their ways, nor did he want to find out. However, this
creature was becoming more agitated, and for some unfathomable reason, he did
not want her to come to any harm.
“Och, fae healer,
stop your babbling,” he dismounted with a groan.
stop your babbling,” he dismounted with a groan.
“No, no, no!”
Pointing a finger at him, she continued to walk backwards. Stumbling, her foot
twisted among some tree roots, causing her to lose her balance.
Pointing a finger at him, she continued to walk backwards. Stumbling, her foot
twisted among some tree roots, causing her to lose her balance.
Stephen swore as he
lunged for her, grasping her arm and crushing her against his chest. “Are ye
truly daft?”
lunged for her, grasping her arm and crushing her against his chest. “Are ye
truly daft?”
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the excerpt. Next Medieval Monday my featured author is Bambi Lynn with her
latest release.
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