Barbara Longley
Tangled in Time
Release Date Oct 24, 2017
Tangled in Time
Release Date Oct 24, 2017
Blurb:
To set him free from an ancient curse, she must travel to a time of myth and legend…
To set him free from an ancient curse, she must travel to a time of myth and legend…
Regan MacCarthy’s ability to see ghosts is a gift inherited from her Irish ancestors, but it’s one she’d dearly like to give back. In an attempt to return her powers to their source, she travels to Ireland to harness the ancient magic that still permeates the mystical site of Newgrange. Instead, something far more unexpected awaits her: a strapping, gorgeous stranger who insists he’s a centuries-old Celtic warrior.
Fáelán was one of Fionn MacCumhaill’s elite soldiers before being cursed by a resentful fae princess. The only way to free himself is to fall so deeply in love that he’d sacrifice his life. Not an easy matter when he’s invisible to most. Yet Regan sees him—not just the proud, handsome warrior on the surface, but the complex man beneath. Only when it’s too late does Fáelán realize that drawing this beautiful mortal into his world has endangered them both, and may destroy the happiness he’s waited an eternity to claim…
Excerpt:
I love writing Celtic fantasy romance, and I particularly enjoy a good curse/quest plot, because the antagonist can be so deliciously evil and intriguing. In TANGLED IN TIME, Fáelán has been cursed to dwell in the void realm by a vindictive faerie princess. You see, our proud, third-century warrior, had the temerity to reject the princess’s command that he become her consort. His quest? To end the curse and once again take his rightful place in the earthly realm. The difficulty lies in path to that end, which proves to be far more perilous than he could have imagined—especially for the one he loves, the only woman who can set him free.
“Fáelán . . . do you believe in reincarnation?”
Fáelán stomped in a circle around the irritating female. “Ye make me want to tear out my hair, ye do, Regan MacCarthy, and that’s a fact!”
She turned her wide eyes his way. “What’d I do now?” She blinked, false, owl-eyed
innocence suffusing her features.
He wanted to give her a good shake. Instead, he threw his hands in the air. “If I believe in
reincarnation, then I should accept my death, because if I’d only accept my death, I’d cross over
to be reborn. The sooner I make myself available for rebirth, the sooner I can rejoin the living.
Aye? Admit it, ye wee termagant. ’Tis what ye were plannin’ to say, and after swearin’ not even
an hour past ye’d cease with your dogged wheedlin’.” At least she had the good sense to blush
. . . and to avert her gaze.
“I . . . oh.” She bit her lip. “Maybe, but I didn’t mean to—”
“Nag?”
“It just kind of—”
“Popped into your head, and ye couldn’t spare it a thought afore it flew out of your mouth?”
“Hey.” She glared.
“Go on your tour, Regan. I need to go for a run.”
Her glare was replaced by a look of puzzlement. “Go for a run?”
“Aye. ’Tis like walking, only faster.”
“I’m sorry. Making suggestions . . . it’s a hard habit to break. I’ve dealt with so many ghosts you see, and—”
He growled, gave her his back and ran for the exit, taking note of the alarmed stares turned toward Regan. To them, it would appear she was holding a conversation with herself. Once outside, he circled around to the side of the castle and took the path leading past the long,
rectangular castle wing to the extensive parkland beyond. Fáelán ran full out along a well groomed rail until his irritation, his utter frustration at the most vexing female he’d ever
encountered in nearly eighteen hundred years—excepting Morrigan of course—leached out of
him bit by bit. Still he forged on at a good clip. Sweat trickled down his back, chest and face. He turned onto a path leading toward the river. After half an hour or so, he slowed his pace to a steady jog to cool down.
His thoughts centered upon Regan, unsure whether she was his miracle or yet another curse. He should return to the castle and look for her afore she took it into her mind to leave him.
There must be a way for them to come to some accord. Of course, the way would require he control his temper and behave as a Fiann ought. He barked out a wry laugh. Who amongst his brethren would be able to maintain their composure with Regan poking and prodding, doing her best to herd them in the direction of her choosing?
About the Author:
While growing up, award winning, Amazon bestselling author Barbara Longley moved frequently, learning early on how to entertain herself with stories. Adulthood didn’t tame her peripatetic ways. She has lived on an Appalachian commune, taught on an Indian reservation, and traveled the country from coast to coast. After having children of her own, she decided to try staying put, choosing Minnesota as her home.
Barbara holds a master’s degree in special education and taught for many years. She enjoys exploring all things mythical, paranormal and everything newsworthy, channeling what she learns into her writing.
Ms. Longley is a longstanding member of Romance Writers of America, (RWA) and Midwest Fiction writers.
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