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Tara of the Fey

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Sailing through the Minch, fey princess Tara enjoys her last taste freedom before facing her betrothal to an Irish prince—a man she doesn’t love and has no interest in marrying. The smooth voyage takes an abrupt turn for the worse when a group of ornery Blue Men of the Minch appear and brew up a storm. Tara has no choice but to give into their whims when she is swept overboard.


Caeden, a fey cursed to live as a Blue Man, can't believe he is seeing the grown version of his childhood best friend. He hopes she’ll be the one to break his curse and allow him to return to life on land. Tara sees the fey man trapped inside the blue exterior, but is she his one true love and the key to breaking the curse? Or will Caeden live as a Blue Man of the Minch forever?


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** Tara of the Fey is temporarily out of print due to the publisher closing. **


Excerpt:


The H.M.S. Fairweather glided peacefully through the Minch, heading due north between the island of Lewis and mainland Scotland. Caeden slowly moved his tail to keep himself steady in the icy waters as he kept a close watch on the ship, hoping for a glimpse of the young woman on board. He and his companions followed at a safe distance. If they were spotted too soon, it could spell disaster for Caeden and subject him to even more ridicule from his compatriots.


“Mighty fine ship,” Fergus muttered, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Sure wish we could sink her.”


“We’re only allowed the girl,” Duirkin said. The chosen leader for this rambunctious group of Blue Men, Duirkin was an older man everyone respected.


Everyone, that is, except Fergus, who respected no one but the chieftain, and him only grudgingly. “Can’t we at least play with the sailors? Teach them to fear the Minch?”


Caeden missed Duirkin’s response, for over the rail of the ship appeared the face he had longed to see. Framed by flowing, golden hair, the delicate features and sparkling blue eyes gazing into the deep stole the oxygen from his gills. An emerald green dress of shimmering fabric draped her slender body—a body which had grown into that of a woman since he last saw her.


Although years had passed since he had been taken by the sea witch and cursed to live as a Blue Man, there was no mistaking Tara, his best friend and childhood crush. Her memory had kept him going through many long, lonely nights and given him hope that he might one day walk with her again along the shores of Garbh Eilean. So much depended on her acceptance of him now, much more than his companions knew—his very future was at stake. They believed her abduction to be an authorized bit of mischief. Only Caeden and the chieftain, waiting in the cavern far below the waves, knew the truth behind this mission—that Tara’s response could change Caeden’s future forever.


“Ain’t she a pretty one.”


A comment laced with such vulgar intentions could only have come from one man. Caeden spun toward Fergus and glared, his temper hotter than the sun’s strongest rays. “You’ll leave her alone, Fergus. She is my charge and will be under my care once she’s in the water.”


Fergus rolled his eyes and snorted. “Aye, land dweller, ye have the chieftain’s blessing to do with her as ye please while the rest of us do without.”


How Caeden hated the name land dweller. Part of the curse of living in the caverns below the waves of the Minch was never hearing his given name, the name he longed to hear Tara speak once more. Instead, he had been dubbed “land dweller” upon his arrival in the cold, dark waters of the Minch.


Although tempted to teach Fergus a lesson about respect, now wasn’t the time. He dared not do anything to risk this mission, not with the high stakes for his future. Drawing in a deep breath of the salty air, he let the comment slide, though it stung deep inside to allow Fergus to get away with his goading once again.


Duirkin interrupted Caeden’s musings with a gruff voice. “We all know the plan, as well as the consequences if we don’t follow it. Now, the Fairweather is at the agreed upon position. Let’s get the land dweller’s lass and be gone before another ship happens along and sees what we’re about.”