Blurb:
Battling mounting debt, Stacy
Macken is determined not to lose her historic art gallery. When Aaron Fielding
appears and offers to help, she fights to keep the attraction sizzling between
them from clouding her judgment. He may be her savior in disguise--but can she
trust him?
Aaron intrigues her with tales of the Tuatha dé Danann, sworn warriors who protect humanity from the monsters seeking their destruction. If Aaron can prove what he claims, she would give up anything to help--even the gallery he claims is sacred ground. But with her property set to stage the next epic battle, she needs answers. An old family diary will confirm the ancient legend is true, if only they can find it in time.
If the battle is lost, the enemy will take control of Earth for the next five hundred years. Stacy and Aaron's budding love might only complicate things.
Aaron intrigues her with tales of the Tuatha dé Danann, sworn warriors who protect humanity from the monsters seeking their destruction. If Aaron can prove what he claims, she would give up anything to help--even the gallery he claims is sacred ground. But with her property set to stage the next epic battle, she needs answers. An old family diary will confirm the ancient legend is true, if only they can find it in time.
If the battle is lost, the enemy will take control of Earth for the next five hundred years. Stacy and Aaron's budding love might only complicate things.
Excerpt:
“It was a
strange dream, to be sure. I had a freaky encounter with this incredibly
strange woman, right here in our courtyard.” She waved a hand in the direction
in question. “And you nearly beheaded her.”
“Did I?” He
pondered the lost and found box absently. “That is some dream. I’m glad
to see I made an impression.”
She frowned.
“That wasn’t the dream.”
He set the
box aside, folding his hands and giving her his full attention. “Wasn’t it?”
“No, the
dream consisted of you whisking me away on some wild trip through the lights. I
can’t account for what happened between then and six the next morning.”
He said
nothing and she frowned. “I’m not stupid, Aaron. I remember what went on last
evening.”
He still said
nothing.
She smoothed
her hand over the angel pin tacked to her collar. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a
little distracted lately. The blasted bank has us in foreclosure, and they
won’t renegotiate.” She waved a hand as if batting the problem away. “I
shouldn’t rattle on at you like this. I’m sorry to trouble you.”
His eyes
twinkled and Stacy gulped. “It’s no trouble,” he said. If possible, his voice
got even deeper with an edge of desire to it that curled her toes pleasantly.
“I must say you’re pretty enough to be forgiven just about anything.”
No trouble?
Her brain, and her honor, headed south every second he stood across from her.
If they lived in the sixteenth century, she’d consider begging her father to
make a marriage contract with Aaron Fielding.
Buy links:
Passion's Sacred Dance--
from The Wild Rose Press, Available at Amazon, All Romance Ebooks,Bookstrand, Itunes, Kobo, and The Wild Rose Press
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Thanks, Diane, for hosting me!
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