A Faire Keltic Renaissance (Double Keltic Triad, #6) / Double Keltic Triad (ePub)

It ain't easy being fey and the subject of prophecy.

Three worlds face danger. Ancient prophecy may defeat the separate evils, but will love survive?

Lucidea had no idea her father wasn't human. Her uncle is held prisoner in the World Between Worlds by an ancient fire elemental. Now, as the half Alfar-Sindhu heir, she's unprepared to assume the leadership of an underwater world--a parallel universe.

Then she meets Jaysson Zeroun...

...who has Otherworldly issues of his own. Evil continues to plague his family and protecting a newborn child takes priority over personal dreams. When Lucidea offers a sanctuary for the child's family at her Highlands manor, Jayse accompanies them to Scotland. He just doesn't know how Lucidea will react to the news he's a quarter Faerie, and heir to the rule of a world parallel to the human world.

It's not easy being fey, and both Jayse and Lucidea fear what the other will do when they admit their heritages. Then pieces of an ancient prophecy are discovered in each of three parallel worlds, spiraling the evil menace closer. Will the ancient prophecy prove true, allowing them to finally conquer evil? Can their love survive?

Books of the Double Keltic Triad

By Keltic Design

Fires of a Keltic Moon

Keltic Flight

Wild Keltic Carouselle

Keltic Dreams

A Faire Keltic Renaissance

Short excerpt:

'Tis almost fairy time. How could he make love to her-even contemplate the feel of her, welcoming and surrounding him-when he hadn't told her about his family's true nature? Long ago he'd vowed never... unless his partner knew.

"Jayse?"

"Yeah, baby?' The roughness of his voice sounded as if the tones carried every bit of desire and longing within him. Did she notice?

"Let's go to bed."

Was this the invitation he ached for, or simply an expression of her weariness? Whichever it was, he wouldn't... couldn't push her if she wasn't ready. The signals her body gave-oh, God. He closed his eyes. And his body received, translated into a desire he prayed matched his.

With a light touch he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and moved her hand from his skin. He kept her fingers in his and helped her to rise. Hand in hand they walked toward their bedrooms.

He paused before her door and she leaned close to kiss him. He waited, but she didn't deepen or prolong the contact. "Good night, Jayse."

So. This was how it would be. He swallowed his disappointment and stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Night, Dea Annie."