by Kat Chant
GENRE: Dark fantasy / paranormal
Back in the Bronze Age, Angus McCraggan sacrificed his life to break the Celtic curse laid on his kind. He failed. Millennia later, he returns to modern Ireland to find his people have become feral, vengeful shadows. With his hollow hill now packed with tourists, he uses his power to keep his past hidden.
Until an American calls him out.
Since a banshee attacked her as a teen, Erin De Santos has been tormented by dreams of a boy she’s never met. Armed with a new identity, she returns to the Emerald Isle determined to face her nightmare. But her discovery turns fatal.
When the banshee strikes again, Angus surrenders his heart—and his hope of freeing his people—to save her. With his life now hers and his curse descending, Erin must make a terrible choice: kill her savior or share his doom.
EXCERPTS (Exclusive Excerpt):
“Seriously, McCraggan? Let me get a look at you.”
She smoothed the flop of black hair from his forehead with her palm. Not feverish. A good sign, but he shivered at her touch and his eyes closed, the hollows under his eyes nearly as dark as his five o’clock shadow. Her hand stayed on his face, tracing and soothing around those wild, dark brows; along cheekbones so high it was a wonder they didn’t have scaffolding; across a jaw stubborn enough to give pause to a heavyweight boxer. Such masculine features, yet he leaned into her palm as though craving her touch.
She sucked in her breath at the notion maybe he did. With her other hand, she stroked along his temple, into the silk of his hair. He sighed as though giving up an internal fight. Was he going to reject her again or did she have license to continue? Testing his resolve, she slid her hands deeper into his hair. It was incredibly thick, like sliding her hands into midnight. He swallowed hard enough to make his Adam’s apple bob but didn’t pull away. Her gaze rose from his throat to his mouth. His lips were fuller without the scowl and as sculpted as the rest of his face. When he’d kissed her awake, they’d been firm and warm.
The day she nearly drowned she must have swallowed half the Boyne and the water was still in her lungs, frozen over when Da died and Mom took her away. Erin had tried many things to ease the chill inside her chest. Alcohol, exercise, men. None worked for long. But as Angus wrapped an arm around her, tight enough to squeeze her ribs, the warmth from his body radiated through to her bones until she almost heard the ice crack as she thawed from the inside out.
She trembled with the need to kiss him, to connect deeper.
Kat Chant is an award-winning writer. A bookworm who grew into a history buff, she swapped beaches for castles and moved from Australia to the UK. When studying medieval history, she fell in love with a lad from Ireland…and fell in love with his country, too.
She and her family live in the heart of Ireland, surrounded by fields in forty shades of green.
Kat is a keen cook and often experiments with traditional farmhouse foods such as making bread, cheese, jam and liqueurs. She also decorates the occasional cake.
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