"Do fola liom éileamh, ionúin Saorach."

May Book of the Month:
The Dragon Wore A Kilt 

In the northern reaches of Scotland rests Loch Saorach, home to an ancient legend—a dragon. The Matasan family has guarded the loch and its dragon for centuries.

Over the years Saorach has claimed humans, imbuing them with his fae magic. Connor Matasan, the arrogant Earl of Glencarol, is a recent acquisition. Like all those possessed and transformed by the dragon’s ancient magic, Connor is sith, immortal and commanding powers beyond the human norm.

Middle aged wife and mother Lila is vacationing in Scotland when Saorach chooses her to join his brood. Her transformation to an eternally young sith is painful and compounded by the loss of everything she holds dear. Waking to a new life, she is utterly dependent upon Connor and his family. Lila feels trapped and resents that the dragon has bound her to Connor, soul to soul, passion to passion: a passion Connor cannot control, a passion Lila fears.

Will the magic that brought them together destroy them?

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Excerpt Pt 1 

​He swam around the monster’s lithe, snakelike neck and grabbed a bit of cloth. Lungs burning, he needed air—desperately. The lake monster stilled and fixed a bushel basket sized eye upon him and the barely discernible body he grasped. 

Connor’s own eyes narrowed and he sent a warning to the monster to leave well enough alone.

Do fola liom éileamh, ionúin Saorach. The claim rang clearly through his mind, vibrated through his flesh. He remembered those words from long ago and knew they were not for him that time. He gasped, sucking in a lungful of water. And his vision began to burn as much as his lungs. 

The loch’s oldest and most enduring resident dropped the mangled vehicle from its toothy jaws and snaked a head beneath them. With casually brute strength, the monster lifted them to the surface and pushed them to the shore. With a snort, the ancient beast cast a baleful glance at the puny man and woman and sank back into the dark, cold depths. 

Connor heaved air, coughed, vomited water, and sucked in another breath. He rolled over the plump, middle aged woman and pressed against her to expel the loch’s water from her lungs. The water was tinged red and he began to tremble. He turned her over, tilted her head back, and covered her mouth with his, pushing air from his lungs into hers. He breathed for them both, then took a moment to arrange his hands over her sternum and pump several times rhythmically. In the periphery of his vision, he saw the water dragon’s head rise partially from the water and then sink once again.