Happy Tuesday readers.
Please welcome back the amazing Mary Morgan as she shares with us her newest book,
Dragon Knight's Axe.
I've got my copy, be sure to get yours today.
Tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.
Adaptable, Bold, Compassionate
What are your three favorite things?
An old copy of “The Three Musketeers” by Alexandre Dumas, My red Kitchen Aid Mixer, and a music box given to me by my husband when we were dating.
Are you self- published or with a publishing company (if so, which one?)?
I’m published with The Wild Rose Press.
Was there any particular inspiration for your characters or story?
Yes. When sitting on a boulder in the Highlands of Scotland one evening, the Dragon Knights were born. I was surrounded by the beauty of the Highlands and sheep bleating in the distance—a perfect place for inspiration. It was on my first trip to Scotland in 2000. I’ve always loved Loch Ness, so it made sense to have the home of the MacKays at Urquhart Castle.
What is the ultimate goal you have for your career?
My books to be made into a television series! Wishful dreams, right? In truth, it’s to continue to write and share my stories with the world. As long as there is someone who wants to read my books, then I shall write the tales. I’m thrilled to be doing what I love to do—weaving passionate stories with magic.
Will there be more books in your series, or can you tell us about any previous books?
I’m in edits for the fourth book, Dragon Knight’s Shield. This is the story of the oldest brother—Angus MacKay. Then there will be a fifth and final book to wrap up the series. Yes, there is a fifth Dragon Knight! All will be revealed in Dragon Knight’s Shield. I’m planning a spin-off with the Fenian Warriors. Currently, there are four books planned in this series, so I’ll be busy writing for awhile.
Favorite writer, book?
Ahh...I have so many, Angela. Yet, one that stands out is “The Mists of Avalon” by Marion Zimmer Bradley.
When not writing, what can you be found doing?
In my garden or the kitchen. They’re great escapes for me after a long day of writing.
Battled scarred, Dragon Knight, Alastair MacKay, has fled to the seas to separate himself from his powers that are connected to the land. Yet, when he rescues a woman from a slave trader in Ireland, he steps back inadvertently into a world filled with magic—taking on the role of protector and leading him on a journey to confront his greatest fears.
Research assistant, Fiona O’Quinlan loves translating ancient artifacts at Trinity College. When she falls asleep on an archeological dig, she awakens in another time. She soon discovers a Dragon Knight’s relic has been entrusted into her care. Determined to return the artifact to the Great Glen, Fiona is unprepared for the danger ahead—losing her heart and soul to Alastair “Beast” MacKay.
Will their love be strong enough to soothe the beast and heal the man? Or will Death swing its axe, leaving them lost for all eternity?
He would get the truth out of her. She was now his. Bought and paid for.
His anger simmered just below the surface, and he allowed his eyes to flash with the fire of the dragon. Hearing her gasp, he smiled. Without giving her time to react, he swept her up and dumped her over his left shoulder, and strode to the ship.
He heard her sharp intake of breath, and then she started to pound against his back. “Put...me ,” she demanded.
She started to kick, and he clenched his jaw in frustration. The little bird had talons. He responded with a smack to her bottom, but instead of removing his hand, he kept it against her soft curves. “I will put ye down when we are on my ship.”
She went completely still, and then she screamed.
Alastair dumped her onto the ground. “For the love of Brigid, did ye have to yell into my ear?”
Fiona rubbed at her bottom and then stood. “You beast,” she spat out at him. Jumping onto a nearby boulder, she looked directly into his eyes. “Don’t you touch me like that again.”
Alastair yanked her to his chest by her arms, his face mere inches from hers. “And what are going to do?” He watched as her eyes widened in alarm. Blue eyes that reminded him of the sky on warm summer days. Then his gaze traveled down to her lips, red as berries.
Instantly, his beast roared to life.
“I will slit your throat,” she whispered.
Releasing his hold, his beast laughed, mocking him. He stared at her for a few moments before turning away. Stalking over to the ship, he climbed up the ladder.
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I am a constant daydreamer and have been told quite often to remove my head from the clouds. Yet, this is where I find the magic to write my stories. Not only do I love to weave a good tale, but I have a voracious appetite for reading. I worked for Borders Books for almost fourteen years. Imagine my delight to be surrounded by so many books, talking to others about them, and getting paid.
I have traveled to England, Scotland, Ireland, and France. There are those who know me well when I say, “My heart is in the Highlands.” I believe I have left it there or maybe in Ireland.
When not writing, I enjoy playing in my garden—another place where magic grows. Of course, there is time spent with my family. They are the ones that keep me grounded.
Thanks for stopping by Mary, as always, it's been a pleasure!