The Enchanted Faerie
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By: E. J. McKenna | Other books by E. J. McKenna Heidi Wessman Kneale | Other books by Heidi Wessman Kneale Holly Greenfield | Other books by Holly Greenfield Judy Bagshaw | Other books by Judy Bagshaw Lea Schizas | Other books by Lea Schizas Zara Penney | Other books by Zara Penney Categories: Mainstream Romance, Anthology, Fantasy, Paranormal Word Count: 62,947 Heat Level: SWEET Published By: The Wild Rose Press
In 1678, six maidens seek happiness, love, and passion in the Highlands of Scotland. A land where myth and truth have no borders, where good shares a bed with evil, where spells can be made, and even broken. Gypsy, Alishandra Orona, has the power and the magic to unleash their wildest dreams. But the price is high, if not nigh impossible. Fall in love with the mystique, magic, and the forbidden in the world of The Enchanted Faerie. The Securement Of Greggie Donald by Zara Penney Playing to Win by E.J. McKenna As Good As Gold by Heidi Kneale The Strongest Magic by Judy Bagshaw Night Of The Gray Sky by Lea Schizas Beltane Faerie Of Fate by Holly Greenfield 0 Ratings
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 The Enchanted Faerie
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ExcerptSharra Akasha was carving the year, 1678, on the tree trunk next to where she perched as she sang. "I must sing, whether I will or no. I feel so much pain over him; whose friend I am..." Her sad lilting voice haunted the glen, especially when it strayed above high C. "For I love him more than anything, that is... But Grace and Poetry; avail me not at all, with him..." Her eyes filled with tears. "Nor my Beauty, nor my Virtues, nor my Wit I am brought low and betrayed; as if I had no charms at all..." "You must be one of those Highland tree faeries I hear about." Sharra peered down from her special tree. She sniffed deeply, blinked and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. A man. On a horse. Mmmmm..." An old man. Must be at least 30! "Nay sire. Not a faerie." He was a gentleman. Richly attired in the finest of the fine--from lace collar to kidskin jerkin. A sword hid its silvery danger away from prying eyes under a mile of rich green velvet cloakage covering the entire rump of the dark beast, dancing and prancing beneath him. And, What's more ... how dare he, but he was grinning most cheekily, handsomely, up at her from beneath a black velvet brim, full of the most luscious set of plumes she had ever seen. "Then if you're not a faerie, who might you be?" he said. "And what might it be tae ye'self?" She was being cheeky, but, He took it in his stride. The grin stayed. His beard was black and neatly constructed. A dark eyebrow rose in conjunction causing, Both her pride and her chin to rise in affronted unison! "And who are ye, tae be askin' me?" The grin stayed and his black eyes twinkled with amusement. "Bonnie she may be," he teased. "But a bold and cheeky lassie to be sure! And tarradiddle! You must be a faerie since you sing like one. My name is Alistaire Craeghe McConnacht, Laird of Bealltainne. And could you be tryin' to caste a spell over me?" "Nay sire." "So if you're no tree faerie, do you often sit in trees?" "Aye, sire. I do. I think better in me tree." |
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