“I don’t care what you say I am not stepping into that
circle of stones.” Mary crosses her arms over her more than ample bosom. Lower
lip in a pout she firmly shakes her head no!
“Listen, you say you like time travel, what if you stepped in there and went back to ancient times. Just picture a stunning Irish native, with strapping muscles and arms strong enough to pick you up and whisk you away to his love-nest.” Lyn eyes the stones with a dreamy look on her face.
Patsy cracks up laughing and points to Lyn’s
feet. “First off, those hoofs are already in the stone circle and nothing has
happened to you yet.”
Nibby rushes up with Cuddles
and Hampy both riding on her back. Red eyes flashing she rams her head into Pasty,
who falls into Lyn, who puts her hands out to protect herself and pushes Mary.
All three of the Author Roast and Toast hostesses fall into the ring of faery
stones. Lights flash, little sparkles of all colors flash and in a blinding
glow the girls all scream. Mary sits up
and shoves Lyn and Patsy off of her. She looks around her as mumbles and groans
from the others suddenly stop. “You know ladies, I don’t think we’re in Kansas
anymore.”
“Kansas, we were in Kansas?” Lyn sits up and holds her spinning head.
“I feel as if I drank a quart of Mead.” She groans. Suddenly Patsy hollers and points,
biceps bulging.
“What the heck is that.” In line with her pointed finger Lyn
And Mary eye what looks like a faery. “Hey, it's a faery.”
Lyn laughs, “I think
you’re right, look at those beautiful wings. And he’s soooo handsome.” She fans
her face. Mary elbows Lyn. “Put your
tongue back in your mouth. We have to find out where we are. Mac is gonna be
really mad if we don’t make it to her Roast. And I don’t know about you but,
that handsome faery has green skin. Is that normal. Where is Nibby I’m gonna
give that dog a tanning.” Mary groans.
“Ye’ll not touch the animal my lady.
She but followed the mental request ‘twas sent her. Mac’s party is beginning
and ye are almost late. Hurry now, me colleens.The townspeople have outdone
themselves. The tables are filled with food from the sea. 'T would be a shame not to have a piece of faery chocolate cake. 'Tis the Queen’s own recipe! Get on, ye are expected. And my skin ain't
green.”
The girls stand, and with a wave of his hand they are at the party. The cozy town reminiscent of a Thomas Kincade painting. Mary sighs as she takes in the beautiful blooming flowers, the sweet scented blooms only rivaled by the sumptuous foods filling the tables.
“Hey girls, there’s Mac.” Lyn grabs their
arms and they rush to where a crowd has
gathered. Mac smiles and waves a welcome. “Hi there!” A grin fills Mac’s face
as she introduces them around.
“Donovan has gone to get your animals and Colin
promises not to scare them by changing into a wolf.”
Mary laughs, “Have you met our creatures? They are not gonna have any problems. Lyn come back here you cannot go with the guy who brought us here. First we have to see the celebration starts with a roar. Patsy, will you do the honors?”
Mary laughs, “Have you met our creatures? They are not gonna have any problems. Lyn come back here you cannot go with the guy who brought us here. First we have to see the celebration starts with a roar. Patsy, will you do the honors?”
Patsy flexes
her popeye arms and smiles. “Welcome one and all to our roast. Today we are in
Ireland to celebrate the release of
Gift Of The Realm by our wonderful author Mac Crowne with a special Fairie Ceilidh. Let’s raise our glasses
and toast our guest! Mac, we wish you the best with your new story. Thanks for
this wonderful story.” Patsy raises her glass which holds a frosty faery
cosmopolitan, their own special brew, and secret elixir.
“Irish Toasts to Friends.
“Irish Toasts to Friends.
May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and a
smooth road all the way to your door.
There are good ships,
and there are wood ships,
The ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships, are friendships,
And may they always be.
May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.
Here’s to you and yours,
And to mine and ours,
And if mine and ours ever come
Across you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours,
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!
There are good ships,
and there are wood ships,
The ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships, are friendships,
And may they always be.
May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.
Here’s to you and yours,
And to mine and ours,
And if mine and ours ever come
Across you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours,
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!
I
have known many,
and liked not a few,
but loved only one
and this toast is to you.
To live above with the Saints we love,
Ah, that is the purest glory.
To live below with the Saints we know,
Ah, that is another story!
May the lilt of Irish laughter
lighten every load.
May the mist of Irish magic
shorten every road...
And may all your friends remember
all the favours you are owed!
Here's to the land of the shamrock so green,
Here's to each lad and his darlin colleen,
Here's to the ones we love dearest and most.
May God bless old Ireland, that's this Irishman's toast!
and liked not a few,
but loved only one
and this toast is to you.
To live above with the Saints we love,
Ah, that is the purest glory.
To live below with the Saints we know,
Ah, that is another story!
May the lilt of Irish laughter
lighten every load.
May the mist of Irish magic
shorten every road...
And may all your friends remember
all the favours you are owed!
Here's to the land of the shamrock so green,
Here's to each lad and his darlin colleen,
Here's to the ones we love dearest and most.
May God bless old Ireland, that's this Irishman's toast!
Beneath the fairie mound of Dunhaven's Door, two dreamers meet their destiny…
After a decade of trying to outrun her debilitating dreams, Keely returns to Ireland to face the ancient ring of stones and the man haunting them. Within the stones, she embraces her fairie heritage and her mystical gifts. But can she trust the handsome Halfling who shares her dreams and holds her heart?
When Keely reappears in his life, Colin’s fairie blood threatens to gain the upper hand. Compelled to assist the lovely Halfling, he agrees to help her break the three-hundred-year-old curse on their families, but he'll do it on his terms—as the black wolf.
Together, two Halflings can stand against any power, but only love can break the bonds of bitterness. Will Colin’s arrogant plan to outwit the King of the Fairies doom Keely for eternity? Or is their love enough to break the curse?
Gift of the Realm Excerpt
“They were real, Colin. Saraid and Owein aren’t just fictional characters from a heartbreaking legend.”
“So it would seem.”
“They’re your ancestors.”
“And yours,” he reminded her. “You’re a descendant of Saraid and Owein too.”
“I didn’t miss that detail."
“Yes, but has it occurred to you just what that means?” At her blank look, he added, “We carry Owein’s blood, Keely, as well as Saraid’s.”
She stared at him for a moment. Her disbelieving laughter took care of the residual tightness in her belly.
“Fairie blood?” she scoffed. “Please!” A lifted brow was his only response. “That’s as ridiculous as it is impossible.”
“Fairie blood?” she scoffed. “Please!” A lifted brow was his only response. “That’s as ridiculous as it is impossible.”
“As ridiculous and impossible as sharing your dreams with a handsome Irishman for a decade?”
She narrowed her eyes at his taunting grin, but had to admit, he had a point. Fairie blood? Good God! How was she supposed to feel about that? She had no clue. She was going to need some time to come to grips with all she’d learned in the past few hours - if coming to grips with the unbelievable was even possible.
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Bio
I'm a wife, mother, and grandmother. My husband and I were blessed with two rambunctious little boys we managed to raise into wonderful men without any disfiguring mishaps. Dirt bikes and ESPN are the order around our house, and life at the 'Testosterone Ranch' more closely resembles one of today’s wacky reality shows, than yesterday’s Leave It To Beaver. My love of the romance genre has been a lifelong affair, both as a reader and a writer. A bout with breast cancer sharpened my resolve to see my stories shared with others. As of today, I am a four-year survivor, living her dream.
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As part of Mac's blog tour, including Author Roast, she is running a contest in the form of a virtual scavenger hunt. She'll be posting a question on her website to coincide with each of her hops, then directing her followers to the blog she's visiting that day where they will find the next clue in her interview answers. At the end of her tour, the visitor with the most right answers on her website will win a free e-copy of Gift of the Realm and a $25 Amazon gift card.