The Will-o'-the-Wisp Stories Book 1
by
- At the End of the Rainbow
- What You Wished For
- These Are for Tears
Morgan Patterson came to Northern Ireland for her senior college year abroad to focus on her studies far away from family drama. But she’s quickly distracted by a police sergeant named Tiernan Doherty. Though he’s old enough to be her da, as her new friends are quick to point out, she fancies him. And he certainly seems to be obsessed with her.
Eagerly going against all good advice, Morgan becomes more and more bound to Tiernan—by ties of lust and love and protection, and maybe even duty. But there is more to their attraction than Morgan can explain with her science textbooks, and more is going on in the sleepy village where they live than she could ever have imagined.
She was once so sure that fairytales were fiction. But there’s no denying the strange visions and dreams she’s been experiencing since coming to this place. So many of the people she’s met—both those looking out for her welfare and those seeking to destroy her—seem to feel she is a special one, with powers that are only now coming fully into her possession. Will she finally begin to understand that herself before it’s too late?
Publisher: Independently Published
Genres:
Tropes: Antihero, Chosen One, Evolving Powers, Fated Mates, Modern Human in Fantasy World, Prophesy
Setting: contemporary US, Ireland, Scotland, Scandinavia
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Tropes: Antihero, Chosen One, Evolving Powers, Fated Mates, Modern Human in Fantasy World, Prophesy
Setting: contemporary US, Ireland, Scotland, Scandinavia
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
“What is it you want from me, Morgan Patterson?” he asked. The tone of his voice was different, no longer flirtatious.
“Tiernan,” she began, looking into his eyes, seeing a rush of images. Images of him, her and of blood—their blood, mingled. Images of a woman with long, dark hair who wanted to keep them apart at any cost. Other images that were too confusing for Morgan to process. It was like watching a DVD on fast forward. It made her more than a little dizzy, frightened too.
When the rush of images and accompanying dizziness slowed, Morgan took a deep, steadying breath. Suddenly, she realized why she was there, in Northern Ireland. She was there to protect him, Tiernan Doherty.
“Listen to me now, girl, and you listen good,” Tiernan said, his voice a warning. “I’ve nothing left to take. Your wee gypsy gobshite of a friend saw to that. Even if I’d something left to give anybody, I’ve debts what need be paid first.”
READ MOREMorgan blinked several times to clear her head. She said, “Tiernan Doherty, what could you possibly have that I would want to take from you? Don’t be such a dolt!”
She pivoted and walked away from him, saying, “What I want from you, Tiernan, is nothing. Nothing you don’t want to give me, nothing you don’t want me to have.”
“Aye,” he whispered, more to himself than her. “And dolt that I am, I thought maybe it was my heart you were wanting to take.”
“Whatever. But this much is true, I would die for you—if that’s what it takes,” she muttered. Pausing at the door, a frightening and determined smile crossed her face. Speaking it aloud for the dark-haired woman in the visions to hear, she said, “Do you hear me you crazy, fairy bitch? Are you out there listening? I would die for him. I don’t give a rat’s ass what he owes you or who you are, because he is mine now.”
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