Perpetually cheerful Gwenith Donovan is pleased with life. She owns a hobby store she loves, carries on daily arguments with her chubby cat Macgregor, and maintains a meticulous comic-book collection that makes her geeky heart sing. With no need or interest in romance to muck up her happy routine, Gwen is content to spend her days managing her shop and her evenings over a pint with friends in the village pub.
Until the moment that changes everything – when Gwen discovers she might just be living in her own magickal fantasy.
As a high sorcerer, Lochlain Laird isn’t used to taking orders – but even he can’t disobey the Goddess Danu when she punishes him for making a life-altering choice. Danu forces Loch to leave the fae realm to protect a distracted woman on a quest. Feeling the task beneath him, Loch remains surly as he does his best to keep his charge from being killed by the evil Domnua all while trying to ignore her unexpected charms.
As the tension builds on their journey to break a centuries-old curse, Loch must learn to put his ego aside and Gwen must trust in her own powers before everything they are fighting for is lost forever.
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Chapter 1
“Be still, mother, just now. Just for a moment, now. That’s it, love, open your mouth,” Lochlain crooned, tilting his mother’s head back as he poured another elixir down her throat. It was the fifth carefully-curated potion he’d used just this day and, to his dismay, none of his tinctures were reversing the spell which was slowly murdering his mother from the inside out.
“May the lot of you rot forever in darkness, Domnua,” Loch hissed, turning to pace the room as he raked a hand through dark hair that tumbled around a sharply angled face. His golden eyes all but glowed in rage as he continued to curse, his mind racing through the last of the magicks he could possibly perform to save his mother’s life.
It had been three days since she’d encountered a Domnua on a foraging excursion deep in the isolated hills of western Ireland. As usual, she’d been harvesting ingredients for her spells that called for being plucked beneath the pale light of a new moon. It was also when the walls between the worlds were thin.
Too thin, as Loch had unfortunately learned. The infamous curse, which had kept the Danula safe and the Domnua banished to the underworld for centuries, was coming to its final days. As the clock ticked on, the Domnua flexed their power, slipping more easily into modern-day Ireland, shielding themselves as they began to enjoy the virtual playground humans provided for them.
The fae – both good and bad – could never resist the fallacies and dramas that came with the human condition. An extended lifespan could do that to a soul, causing the fae to be drawn to the resilient spirit of the humans, endlessly fascinated by watching both wars and love stories unfold.
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Translated by Carolina La Rosa and Jorge Ledezma
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