Morrigan
Laura DeLuca
Shuffled from place to place in the foster system, Morrigan
doesn't know the meaning of home. Plus, she is different. She has power over
fire, the ability to move objects with her mind, and glimpse into the future.
Just when she believes her life can’t get any stranger, she discovers her true
identity.
Filtiarn, a knight with a dark past and a surprising secret,
has been tasked with guiding the heir of Tír Na NÓg through countless perils to
be returned to her family. Once Morrigan has been reunited with her mother and
grandmother, their triad can save the forgotten land of magic from being
devoured by an ancient evil.
Excerpt:
“Guardians!” A low
snarl emanated from the back of his throat. “What are you doing with
Guardians?”
“Stop it! Sit down!”
Morrigan wasn’t sure who she was addressing, the man or the
animals. Luckily, they both obeyed her command. She stepped in between them to
avoid any further confrontations. The cats took a seat on either side her legs,
but their posture hardly relaxed. They still glared warily at the newcomer,
even though their hisses died down to an occasional soft growl.
“Dirty, filthy beasts!” Tiarn snarled as he climbed to his
feet. “I hate Guardians.”
“They’re just little cats,” Morrigan told him. “What’s the
big deal?”
“Just cats! Hah!” He was standing at a careful distance,
even though they had started licking their paws nonchalantly. “They are much
more than simple cats! Though even those I find distasteful.”
Morrigan narrowed her
eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Never mind. It does not matter.” Tiarn dismissed her
question with a wave of his hand. “They are not coming with us.
“They most certainly
are coming!”
Tiarn growled again. “I beg to differ with you, Your
Highness. They would only get in the way.
Possibly even get killed.”
Danu raised her head from her grooming to hiss at him again,
as though she had taken that last statement as a personal threat. The strange
reaction of her faithful sidekicks made Morrigan wonder again just how much
Tiarn could be trusted. She also wondered why, when she wasn’t sure she could
trust him, she still felt the undeniable urge to wrap her arms around his neck
and kiss him.
“If they stay here
alone, they’ll definitely get killed or at least sent to the pound,” Morrigan
told him. “I can’t let that happen. So, they’re coming. End of story.”
Tiarn’s eyes flashed dangerously, and he looked like he
wanted to argue, but thought better of it. “Very well, Princess. Bring your
mongrel felines. Just keep in mind that Guardians and lycans do not mix well.”
“Lycans?” Morrigan repeated.
A sick feeling started to settle in her stomach, as the
truth of his words sunk in. It all started to make sense—his hairy arms and
chest, his reaction to the cats, even his earlier comment about smelling her
out. Her dark knight had a much darker side than she had ever seen in her
dreams.
“Why yes, Your
Majesty. Did you not realize? You are a witch and a sorceress. And I, your
faithful traveling companion, am a lycan—a werewolf.”
Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with
her husband and four children. She loves writing in the young adult genre
because it keeps her young at heart. In
addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the sole author of a popular review
blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community,
and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. Her current works include Destiny, Destiny
Unveiled, Phantom, Morrigan and Player.
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