Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing (February 4, 2016)
Amazon Kindle: Callum's Fate
Synopsis: In 1780, Scotland, following a harsh year of drought, Callum Mackenzie is forced from his father’s farm in the hopes of finding work.
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?
Excerpt:
He blinked his eyes open and stared at the stranger’s rough coat under his cheek. Moonlight caught in pale strands of hair mixed with Callum’s own auburn locks across a shoulder and down the man’s arm. Something twisted inside him; he longed to see this every morning he awakened. The person’s chest rose on a deep breath, his arms tightening briefly, and Callum grew conscious of the strong thighs and hard press of an erection against his hip.
A sigh escaped him. He wanted this to be real. He’d been a week on the road with no prospects of work, looked at with mistrust and unfriendliness by the people he met. It tore at his lonely heart, though he understood their reticence. The moors were a harsh, dangerous place to live. He hadn’t wanted to come north, but as the youngest son he had to take the direction that was left after his brothers chose the safer paths.
Ashamed of the tears that pricked his eyes, he tried to sit up, and turned in surprise when he wasn’t released from the stranger’s hold. His breath caught in his throat. The man was everything Callum found beautiful: carelessly handsome, with silver-blond hair falling in waves past his shoulders. Deep blue eyes met his, dancing with mischief, then without warning the man leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. Callum moaned when the soft lips pressed against his, warm and sweet, and whimpered when the stranger drew away. A brilliant smile leaped across the lovely face, as if the man knew he wanted to be kissed again.
Callum touched his lips, confused. Had he been bespelled? “I don’t understand.”
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