Happy Monday readers.
I have the wonderful Mary Morgan with us today and we're talking Dragon Knights. So grab a cup of coffee or tea and sit with us a bit.
Welcome Mary. Tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.
Affectionate, Bold, Carefree
What are your three favorite things?
My travel journals, a music box from my husband when we were first dating, and a very old Kitchen Aid mixture.
Are you self-published or with a publishing company. (if so, which one?)?
I’m with The Wild Rose Press.
And now for the good stuff. Was there any particular inspiration for your characters or story?
Most definitely! I always had talked about stories/plots for years with my husband, but it was on my first trip to Scotland where they truly came to life. I was sitting on a boulder in the Highlands one evening, surrounded by the sound of sheep, and the idea of the Dragon Knights came forth within my mind.
Music is a big influence on my writing. I have certain songs that inspire each chapter, or the whole book. What helps to inspire you?
Absolutely love music as an inspiration, Angela! Nothing else can create that magic. Since my books deal with ancient Scotland and Ireland, I listen to Celtic tunes. Michael Flately’s “Lord of the Dance” is one of my favorites. When I’m writing an intense scene, or battle, I’ll listen to the Scottish band, Albannach. Music brings out the muse.
Will there be more books in your series, or can you tell us about any previous books?
There will be a total of five in the Order of the Dragon Knights. I finished my first round of edits on the third book, Dragon Knight’s Axe—Alastair’s story in January and working to complete book 4 in the next few months. After I’ve completed this series, I plan to do a spin-off with the Fenian Warriors, who play important roles in the Order.
That's awesome Mary. Sending creative thoughts your way.
Do you have a favorite writer or book?
Oh, Angela…there are so many. However, if I had to choose just one, it would be, Marion Zimmer Bradley and “The Mists of Avalon.”
Thank you for being with us today Mary.
To right a wrong, two souls are brought together only to shatter when they are torn apart by the deeds of an evil druid.
Dragon Knight, Stephen MacKay’s powers are altered after the death of his sister. Now he is plagued with visions that threaten to destroy his soul. When Aileen Kerrigan falls through a time tunnel, he vows to keep her safe, despite the fact the beautiful but head-strong half-blooded fae could be the death of him.
When Aileen finds out her dad is a Fenian Warrior, she flees to a nearby ruin. Armed with the medallion her mother gave her, and a matching one belonging to a long dead knight, she is flung into the past and finds a handsome but surly warrior who is on a quest. Now it seems her future could be entwined with his, if she doesn’t kill him first.
Full shock registered inside her brain as she realized where she’d seen this man. Her body started to quake, and she clutched her hands to her chest.
“No, th...this cannot be,” she choked out. “Tell me who you are. I demand to know your name!”
Are all the fae so dumb and beautiful, he thought. “Ye ken who I am.” Stephen’s head caught a glimpse of the fae, as she started to take a few hesitant steps backwards. What the bloody hell was wrong with her? She was standing too close to the edge. If she was not careful, she would slip on over.
Why did he care? She could just vanish, right? Stephen rubbed his face, the remnants of a headache still behind his eyes. Sweet Bridget! Now the fae was yelling at him.
She waved her hands, all the time shaking her lovely head. “You are not him!”
He had to put a stop to this, or she would fall. Perhaps, she was a daft fae. He certainly did not know their ways, nor did he want to find out. However, this creature was becoming more agitated, and for some unfathomable reason, he did not want her to come to any harm.
“Och, fae healer, stop your babbling,” he dismounted with a groan.
“No, no, no!” Pointing a finger at him, she continued to walk backwards. Stumbling, her foot twisted among some tree roots, causing her to lose her balance.
Stephen swore as he lunged for her, grasping her arm and crushing her against his chest. “Are ye truly daft?”
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