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Bound by destiny, torn by fate—their love stood unbroken, victorious over all.
Kat MacArthur still feels the loss of her brother to another time. Seeking solace, she stumbles upon Ceallach, a Fae warrior, she’s had feelings for ever since she met him. The emotion grows stronger whenever they are together. Yet he warns her to stay away from the upcoming gathering for the Iona Stones. Kat refuses—she needs to be there to help her family and Ceallach.
Ceallach is torn between duty, magic, and the ache for mortal love. His Fae soul is sworn to protect the Iona Stones during the Gathering, but his heart is lost to Kat. With the prophecy looming, he cannot promise her forever—no matter how much he longs to. The maiden of the Iona Stones now faces sacrifice, and he fears if his beloved gets too close, he cannot save her.
When dark forces rise to take the Iona Stones along with their powers, Ceallach is forced into an impossible decision—to defy destiny or surrender to love?
EXCERPT ONE:
Still wearing a grin, he strode forward with confidence, and a sensuality Kat had not forgotten. The man still took her breath away with one look. Ceallach arrived before her, a smile playing on his lips. As his eyes swept across her face, the expression faltered. His brows knitted together in a frown, shadowing the sudden tension in his gaze. Reaching with his finger, he lifted a tear from her cheek, gripped his fist hard, and when opened, a small, clear teardrop-shaped gemstone sat in his palm.
“Dry yer tears, sweet Kat. Yer face is much prettier without them.” He took her hand and, with his other placed the gemstone in her palm. “When ye hold the gem, yer tears will fade, and happy thoughts shall fill yer heart.” When the stone touched her skin, her mind cleared, and a sense of ease washed over her.
Ceallach released her hand and strode past her to the doors.
Kat turned, calling after him. “Wait, why are ye here?”
The attractive Fae stopped and turned. “Dagda sent me. I’ve come to meet with the guardian of the stones. All the stones have returned. The gathering and battle of good vs evil is upon us. The gods have called, and we must answer.”
He opened the heavy oak doors without effort and strode through. The doors weight closed them, leaving Kat in the shadows again. She blinked, almost not believing her eyes and the truth before her. Her secret love had just casually strolled back into her life. Gripping the gem, he’d shaped from her tears, warmth washed over her. Ceallach was here. A smile crossed her face.
Ceallach was here.
GUEST POST:
Some of My Favorite Items in My Office
Before I get into my writing space, I need to give a little backstory on how and why—because it’s deeply personal to me.
When I began writing seriously, as in deciding this would be my full-time focus and not something I simply tinkered with, we were just coming out of the pandemic. The only dedicated office space in our home was—and still is—my husband’s office. My “office” at the time consisted of the main chair in the great room, otherwise known as Grand Central Station for our household. Peace and quiet were not exactly on the menu.
After several failed attempts at sharing an office with my husband, we started looking for another solution. The idea finally clicked after a vacation rental where I spent a lot of time working in a small office nook. Inspired, we decided to convert an ugly 1990s wet bar in the game room into a study and beverage nook—and just like that, my creative space became reality.
The space has its staples. A coffee maker for brewing coffee and Scots tea. A mini fridge stocked with cold water and snacks. A dedicated snack station filled with chips and cookies, because creativity runs on carbs.
Buddy, our dog, keeps me company in the game room, planted in front of the window where he judges everyone who dares walk past the house. Daisy the cat curls up under the other chair. But my all-time favorite companion is my Dammit Doll.
Years ago, I saw Betty White holding one in a social media post. After looking into what they were for, I ordered one myself, pink with white polka dots. If you’re unfamiliar, they’re weighted dolls designed specifically for slamming against a table when frustration strikes. I relied on her heavily when the triplets were in school. When they graduated, I packed her away, convinced her job was done.
During a recent clean-out, I found her again. Now she sits beside me while I write, on hand, doing her part to keep me sane.
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Margaret Izard is an award-winning author of historical fantasy and paranormal romance novels. Her latest awards are 2024 Reader’s Favorite Honorable Mention for Stone of Love and 2024 Spring BookFest Silver Award for the same title. She spent her early years through college to adulthood dedicated to dance, theater, and performing. Over the years, she developed a love for great storytelling in different mediums. She does not waste a good story, be it movement, the spoken, or the written word. She discovered historical romance novels in middle school, which combined her desire for romance, drama, and fantasy. She writes exciting plot lines, steamy love scenes and always falls for a strong male with a soft heart. She lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and adult triplets.
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