THE ATTACK OF THE WOODWOSE: LEGENDS OF MAGH MEALL,
Book One
Two enemies must stand together to face a common
foe!
Upon returning home with his human fiancé Berta,
Reghan the Leprechaun learns that his brother is hiding the sister of Sloan,
the Clurichaun who, along with his men, recently attacked Reghan. Reghan goes
to tell Sloan that his sister is safe before the Clurichauns determine she’s
been kidnapped.
At Sloan’s manor, the men are informed of an
impending attack against both the Clurichauns and the Leprechauns by a vicious
tribe known as the Woodwose. The only way they can win a battle against the
woodwose is to stand together. Now they must convince their clans of that!
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EXCERPT
Berta
was nervous. She stood on the porch and stared out at the pitch dark night.
Living in the farmhouse in the middle of nowhere with her Leprechaun lover had
been pure bliss for the past three months.
The
Clurichauns, who’d beaten Reghan and had abandoned their pursuit only when
Berta’s dog and a team of coyotes had driven them away, had left Berta and
Reghan in peace once their leader had realized Berta was carrying Reghan’s
child. Every day the couple had grown more in love, and every day she’d learned
something new and wonderful about her lover. But now Reghan’s father had sent
word that a delegation was on its way to get them and bring them home.
The
screen door creaked and then clicked shut as Reghan stepped onto the porch
behind Berta. He slid his strong arms around her slightly bulging middle. He
brushed aside her long blonde hair and kissed her neck. “My parents aren’t
ogres, you know.” His voice was a low rumble vibrating against her skin.
“Are
there such things as ogres?” “There are…but there aren’t many in these
parts…not anymore,” he said.
“But
there were?” Berta still couldn’t quite make herself believe that Reghan’s
being a Leprechaun wasn’t just some elaborate hoax. When he spoke of other
“mythical” beings so offhandedly, she didn’t know what to think.
Reghan
didn’t look like she’d have imagined a Leprechaun to look. He wasn’t a tiny
little man with a green top hat, buckles on his shoes, and a pot of gold in his
hand. In fact, he was a rather large man with dark red hair, bright blue eyes,
and a neatly-trimmed beard. His handsome face and chiseled body might’ve made
some women think he was a demi-god, but Berta doubted anyone’s—at least, any
human woman’s—first thought upon seeing Reghan would be, “Hey, look! A
Leprechaun!”
“Don’t
try to change the subject,” Reghan murmured against her neck. “You have nothing
to fear from my parents.”
“What
if they don’t like me?” she asked, for what had to be the hundredth time.
“They’ll
love you.” He turned her to face him. “Now come back to bed and make love to me
again before the delegation arrives.”
“A
delegation,” Berta said. “The very fact that they’re sending a delegation to
get us terrifies me.”
Reghan
tilted her chin up. “You worry too much.”
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