New Release -- RavenHawke by Deborah Macgillivray

Dragons of Challon – Book Two

When needs and desires come crashing together on a Beltaine Night, Highland magic weaves a spell of love and destiny. . .

 Lovers in a Dream . . .

Damian St. Giles has awoken with a sore head from too much drink before; only imbibing in Pictish Mead proves to be a different experience.  Once he comes to, he finds himself naked and leg-shackled to a bed post, and no idea where he is or how he got there.  When the flame-haired beauty comes to him in the moonlight, he hardly knows if she is real, or a fantasy born of his deepest desires. 

Be Careful What You Wish For . . .

Lady Aithinne Ogilvie has an urgent need to get with child to protect her lands from the greedy King Edward.  So she sends forth her brothers to fetch her a man—one to do the deed.  Instead of finding some common serf, they abduct the cousin of the feared Black Dragon—Julian Challon!  Now, she has more troubles than she can handle.  She knows she must treat this handsome stranger as little more than a stud.  Yet, she cannot deny the instant bond between them—one that speaks to her heart.

“Like a bard of old, Macgillivray spins a tale of myth and magic, sexual tension and classic captive/captor romance.”  — The Romantic Times

“Deborah Macgillivray enchants romance fans and Medieval enthusiasts alike.  As readers, watching this series unfold in the Dragons of Challon and the Ogilvie figures, we see the birth of a Medieval legend being created in today's world.”   — Medieval Book Reviews

 EXCERPT 

     He stroked her hair and then pulled her to him as he rolled, holding her close.  “So long…  I have loved you.  I had begun to think you were not real.”

     “I am real.”

     His words were low, softly spoken against her hair as he nuzzled the side of her face.  “I dreamt of you.  When I closed my eyes I wished for the dream to visit me.  Even when I did not dream, I sensed you, wanted you, craved to be near you.  So long, I nearly gave up hope of finding you.  Then I saw you, saw you were mortal.  Only, it nearly crushed me to know you would never be mine.”

     Aithinne could not speak, so awed by his heartfelt words.  A side effect of the potion he had been fed―a man could only speak honesty when under its influence.  The words he offered came from his inner heart, where all truths lived.

     “You have seen me in your dreams?”  Barely able to breathe, hope surged within her.  Could this be?  Oh, please let it be!

     He leaned halfway over her, wrapping his thigh over hers as if to anchor her, make sure she did not slip away from him.  Rubbing his cheek along her jawline, he nuzzled her as a cat would.  “Since I became a knight.  Before my dubbing, I spent the night in reflection.  Fighting exhaustion, I prayed long into the dark hours of morn for God to guide me to be a knight true, and show me the path of my destiny.  A face came to me in the darkness, barely more than mist.  Details were not strong and I was so startled, I nearly lost the thread of the vision.  But I could see the eyes.  Your eyes.  I had no idea what your coming meant then.  Later, you appeared again―when I was wounded in battle, your presence visited me.  This time, my sight was clearer.  I saw your golden hair, shimmering as if kissed by fire.  When I thought I might die, you soothed my brow and told me I could not give up.  I have loved you, hunted for you.  No man could love a woman as I love you.”