Anya’s wish for a normal date—away from the old man she is caretaker for—comes true in unexpected ways when she finds herself whisked to an ancient Irish stone circle on solstice eve.
Carrick’s decision to follow the path to become an Ovate druid has not come lightly, and he plans to spend the solstice eve in meditation unless fairies or evil spirits disrupt the circle. When a feisty girl walks right up to the fire, more than sparks fly.
They each seek healing and a connection, but the darkness of summer is short, and once the solstice sun breaks through the circle at dawn, the magic of the night will be over. Even Madame Eve can’t stop the day from rising.
“The loch?”He uncorked the mead and took a long sip. “That is Loch Gair. Ireland? You are in Hibernia, as the Romans call it. We call it Eire, miss.”
Her mouth opened to speak, but she uttered no words. Instead, she stood and gazed out over the hillside, past the stones for a moment.
When she turned to him, she almost whispered. “Yes, Madame Eve has sent me here to you. I’ve come a long way.”
The breeze tugged at her dress and tossed her fiery hair about her shoulders. She appeared as a fairy queen, ready to rule her kingdom.
“You wish to be here?”
“This is not what I expected.”
“Nor I.The fairy queen doesn’t often stoop to visit a lowly druid.” He took another drink of mead. That trickster, Danu. Solstice eve was never as it seemed.
Anya snorted. “I am no more a fairy queen than you are a druid.” She grabbed her purse. “Yet here we are in some wild countryside in a circle of stones and mist rolling around on the hills. I don’t know what’s going on.”
“If you are not fay, then how can you be here?” He stood. “This circle is magic, and fay told me you were coming. Why don’t you believe?” He reached for her hand and she pulled away. “You must be here for a reason.”
“This place is lovely, I’ll agree.” She walked and he followed. “But magic? Not so sure I believe in magic anymore. And who is Fay?”
“Fairy folk.” Danu is laughing at me, of that I am sure.
“Uh, huh. Fairies. The only fairy I’ve seen lately was part of a fountain. A statue.”
“If fay didn’t bring you, how did you get here? Where did you come from?”
Copyright © KERRY ADRIENNE, June 2012 | All Rights Reserved, Decadent Publishing
Reviews and Praise
Night Owl Reviews
Druid, Mine is a thoroughly charming novel that illustrates quite beautifully that love is possible, in all ways. It brought me back to the feelings I had the day I accepted my husband’s proposal. It is utterly beautiful and completely enchanting.