But as fate would have it, Callum is
lured onto the moors by the will-o-the-wisp. Lost in the dark, he falls into
enchantment, encountering faeries and nymphs, until he stumbles into the arms
of a licentious Barrow-Wight who lays claim to his soul.
Hearing his silent pleas, Donal sends
Liam the gruagach (faery) to rescue Callum and bring him to his farm, a place
of refuge from the Fae.
Callum is happy working on Donal’s farm,
slowly falling in love with the beautiful, silver-haired gruagach.
Yet there's something wrong in the nearby
forest….
Despite Donal’s warnings, Callum is lured
into the forest and becomes tangled in its magic, easy prey for the
Barrow-Wight.
Will Liam be able to strike a deal with
the Barrow-Wight to save Callum’s life, or has Callum found his last resting
place instead?
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Excerpt
CALLUM RAN UNTIL his
lungs burned, every breath ragged and painful. Fear spurred him on, though fog
began to cling to the rough mounds of the barrows, making such flight
dangerous. Stones stabbed through his worn boots with each footfall, but he
daren’t stop. There had been voices in the shadows….
Exhaustion slowed
him, his chest heaving as he fought for air. Dusk spread its dark mantle on the
landscape, and he shivered as a finger of dread traveled up his spine. Perilous
to be on the moors at night without shelter. He cursed the ill fortune that had
sent him this way, but he was hungry and ill. He’d followed the
will-o’-the-wisp, thinking they were the lights of a farmhouse. His brothers
would crudely have called them swamp gas and continued on the road, but Callum
had always been the fool.
An owl hooted in the
semi-darkness, making his skin crawl. “Sweet Lord,” he muttered, heart
thumping. “Protect me—”
He stumbled on a
loose stone and fell heavily against a dark mound of earth. Oh
God! The ground caved in under him and he dropped into the barrow in a
shower of dirt.
“Save me!” he sobbed
as he scrambled to his knees.
Sinewy arms reached
up from the blackness and twined around him. Callum screamed, but no sound
escaped his throat, choked with terror. He was yanked against a hard chest and
hands ran over him, disembodied in the darkness.
“Soft. Sweet.” A
voice sliced the silence and a cold breath washed over his face. He gagged on
the waft of rot and decay. The tip of a dry tongue scraped along his jaw and he
shuddered against the body under him. “Nice strong bones to gnaw,” the voice
continued. “Sweet marrow to suck and swallow. Shall I eat you, my lovely one?”
Callum whimpered as
the low tones wound through his head. The mists parted and moonlight filled the
barrow, showing him the creature. He gasped at the cold beauty of its face.
Eyes dark as pitch burned into him and brushed against his soul. Lush lips,
dripping honey, overripe, took his mouth in a kiss that sent his pulse into a
riot of hunger and desire.
About the author
DIANNE HARTSOCK is
the author of m/m erotic romance, both contemporary and fantasy, the
psychological thriller, and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral
designer. If she can’t be writing, at least she has the chance to create
through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage to bring a smile to
someone’s face.
Currently, Dianne
lives in the Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband,
who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting
her characters play.
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1 comment:
Thank you so much Dawn!
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