Welcome to another First Kiss Friday and Happy New Year. There’s no better way to start off a brand new year than with my friend Mary Morgan and an excerpt from A Magical Highland Solstice. This first kiss is sizzling! Happy reading!
Excerpt from A MAGICAL HIGHLAND SOLSTICE
Not even bothering to knock, Eve flung the door open. “Are you serious? A wooden tub and it has to be filled with hot water? It’s absurd! And here I thought you were teasing. I’m not about to ask anyone to haul buckets of water up those stairs for me.”
“Ye were saying, Cormac…” The druid smiled over the rim of his mug.
Cormac gave the man a look of warning. Handing Eve his mug, he steered her out of his chambers. “’Tis the way it is done here at Creag. Until a proper bath can be made, ye will have to make do with the tub. Pray forgive me for the inconvenience.”
She sniffed the contents. “Smells good. Wine?”
“Aye,” he answered. “Plum.”
Smiling, he nodded.
Cormac watched as she downed the entire contents. She blinked and then handed him the mug.
“Delicious. Now that I’ve warmed up, I won’t require a bath. Perhaps later, but please tell your men not to come back into my room. They have more important things to attend to. I have to return to the kitchens.”
“But I have done as ye have wished. Did ye not state ye hadn’t had a…what was the word ye used?” he teased.
“Decent,” she replied.
Moving her along the corridor, he glanced inside her chamber. The tub set in front of a blazing fire was already half-filled. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he pushed her ahead of him. He put the mug down on the table and went to test the water.
“’Tis a pity ye would forego a fine bath. If this were in my chambers, I would strip my clothes and sink deep within.”
Eve’s eyes went wide. A tinge of pink scored her cheeks, and he wanted her even more.
Cormac’s mind screamed at him to leave her chambers, but his feet refused to take the steps out of the room. He would give anything to see Eve Brannigan soaking naked in his tub—rubbing soap over her arms, her full breasts, dipping his fingers between her thighs.
He stalked her like a hunter, and she was his prey.
When he stood mere inches in front of her, his hand reached out and captured a stray curl at the nape of her neck. Wrapping it around his finger, he tugged. “So verra beautiful.” Her lips were red, stained from the wine and with each rise and fall of her breath, he could see her own battle of lust within her eyes.
“One kiss,” he murmured against her cheek. The tight knot within him begged for release.
She swallowed. “I…do…don’t know.”
“I will nae beg for one, Eve.” He nuzzled the skin below her ear, making him crave her even more.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He kissed the lock of hair and desire burst forth from him. Letting the curl unravel, he grabbed Eve around the waist with one arm. Cupping her cheek, he stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. Lowering his head, his lips feasted lightly on her mouth, until she opened fully and darted her sweet tongue into him. His shy lass had become brazen. No longer gentle, he crushed her to his chest and plundered her mouth fully. He stroked her tongue, the velvet touch sending him spiraling.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers digging into his scalp and Cormac groaned. Not leaving the tempting taste of her lips, his hand moved gently up along her waist until his fingers brushed over her breast. He drew her gasp into his body as he deepened the kiss. Cormac wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep within her body.
A MAGICAL HIGHLAND SOLSTICE by Mary Morgan
Release date: December 2, 2016
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Genre: Scottish, paranormal, time-travel
Laird Cormac Murray has witnessed how love destroyed his own father after the death of his mother, and he vows to never take a wife. Yet, when he comes upon a bewildered lass traveling alone, he finds his heart will no longer listen to his mind. In the end, Cormac risks everything to claim the love of a woman not of his time.
Eve Brannigan loves helping others and baking. After winning a contest, she is stunned to learn that the Clan Murray has requested her assistance to cater to their guests during the holiday season. When a lost path in Scotland leads her to a handsome but gruff Highlander, Eve fights the temptation to allow love to enter her heart for the first time.
Can the Fae and the magic of the Yule season bring together two souls who have forsaken love? Or will tragedies from the past separate the lovers forever?
Award-winning Scottish paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.
Mary’s passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn’t until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling–writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.