Quest of a Warrior
Legends of the Fenian Warriors, Book 1
"You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!"
Fenian Warrior, Conn MacRoich has traveled the earth for thousands of years, guarding the realm between mortal and Fae. His deeds are legendary. Yet, one mistake will force him on a journey to fix a broken time-line. However, on Conn’s quest, he must face a human female who will eventually bring this ancient warrior to his knees.
When Ivy O’Callaghan inherits her uncle’s estate, she never imagines there will be more secrets to unravel, including the one she hides from the world. With the help of a mysterious stranger, she learns to trust and step out of the shadows. However, nothing prepares Ivy when she learns Conn's true identity.
As the loom of fate weaves a thread around the lovers from two different worlds, will the sacrifices they make lead them to love? Or will their secrets destroy and separate them forever?
“Intoxication can unleash the beast within a Fae.”
~Chronicles of the Fae
Conn fought the bolt of desire spearing a path throughout his body. Her touch spoke volumes—an invitation to taste. Never had he longed to kiss a human like this wee lass. His heart beat loudly, and he found himself unable to move. She was a goddess of the moonlight. It danced off her face and hair, and he trembled before her. Ivy’s fingers traced down his cheek and across his lips. He was helpless to contain the growl that escaped from his mouth.
The rush of passion overtook him, and Conn slammed the door on his mind. Grasping Ivy around the waist, he hoisted her up on top of the bridge. Her lips parted on a sigh, and he lowered his mouth to feast on something he dared not take. The first brush of her soft lips against his own ignited a hunger he could no longer contain. Taking her moan deep into him, Conn glorified in the sensation of her mouth—one filled with a honeyed sweetness.
The Fae warrior became just a man for the first time. Something primal burst within him. Emotions he had never felt left him dizzy, spiraling to a physical plane. He craved them all. His lips seared a course down her neck, to her throat, and then recaptured the velvet warmth of her mouth.
Ivy wrapped her arms around his neck, and he deepened the kiss. When her legs went around his waist, he was the one to moan. His body burned to delve inside her—give her all that he had by spilling his seed deep within her. He wanted to claim her for his own. Show her the moon and the stars with every kiss—every touch.
Their kisses were ones of seeking—each exploring the other. Conn slipped his hand under her shirt while his mouth continued to cover hers hungrily. With trembling fingers, he brushed them over her taut nipple through the lacy material. Breaking free from the kiss, he gazed deeply into her eyes. One to never ask—always taking, he surprised himself by saying, “I want to taste you here. Will you grant me this?” he asked while fondling her breast.
Her breathing was labored, but the smile she gave him was a moonbeam of promises. Removing her jacket, she placed it next to her. Lifting her shirt over her head, she undid her bra and dropped it onto the ground. Leaning forward, she whispered, “Kiss me anywhere.”
“Are you sure, Ivy? I may ask—demand more of you.” He trailed a finger between the soft mounds, pale in the luminous light.
Conn watched as lust infused her eyes. “For every kiss you take, I will give back to you on your body. And you can start by removing your clothes.”