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eBook Category: Erotica/Fantasy
eBook Description: One prophecy to save the world. Two realms fighting for control. Three Druid sisters who hold the key to salvation and the hearts of the men that would love them. An immortal with unanswered questions? The immortal Dartayous, a powerful Druid Warrior, is given one mission--keep Moira alive to fulfill the prophecy. But with each passing day the burning desire he feels for her eats away at the wall surrounding his heart. A Druid priestess in search of a key? Moira Sinclair must find the key to enter the Realm of the Fae, but once she enters the sacred realm, secrets she has kept buried rise and force her to see herself for what she really is. Will the beautiful and commanding king of the Fae win her heart? Or will Dartayous finally claim her as his own? Rating: Contains violence, adult language, and graphic sexual content.

eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, Published: september, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2007

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Donna Grant's Druid's Glen Series

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Words: 77522
Reading time: 221-310 min.
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ISBN: 1-58608-955-2

Sinclair Castle, Highlands of Scotland

February 3, 1607

Time was running out.

Moira ran as fast as her little legs would carry her as she brushed aside her tears. Her sister's cries still rung in her ears as she found the hidden door and slipped inside the castle to run the length of the long, dark tunnel alone.

She had to find her parents and her new baby sister. It was her duty as the eldest to make sure both of her sisters were safe and sound. Her da had drilled that into her for as long as she could remember.

Never mind the fact she disobeyed him now. She had made it with Fiona into the forest as the castle was attacked. His orders had been to stay there once she had reached the haven of the trees, but she couldn't stop thinking about the new babe. Her new sister, only a few hours old.

The babe was an innocent and Moira wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't get the babe to the forest with Fiona.

Moira reached the door that would open into the hallway by her chamber. With shaking hands she eased it opened and listened. Cheers rose up from below in the bailey.

The castle had been taken, and even though she was only a child, her young mind grasped that her life at Sinclair Castle would forever be changed.

After looking down the darkened hallway, she slid out of the tunnel and quietly shut the door behind her. She pinned herself against the wall and slowly made her way to her parent's chamber.

She finally reached the chamber, but couldn't make her legs obey her. She didn't need to look inside to know her parents were dead. She knew it as surely as she knew that her life would most likely end this night.

Just as she was about to turn away, she heard Fiona's screams in her mind. For her sisters she would face the horror inside the chamber. For her sisters she would do anything so long as they got to stay together.

With her resolve in place, Moira took a deep breath and stepped into the chamber.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she saw her parents lying motionless on the floor. She looked down and found herself standing in blood. Her parent's blood.

Run, her mind screamed, but she couldn't. She had to find her sister.

She blinked away her tears and searched for the babe. Her mother had kept the babe with her since the birth, so Moira knew she would be here.

Yet she wasn't.

It didn't matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find the infant. She went to the wooden cradle that her da had built and kneeled beside it. The blanket her mother had knitted was still inside, but it was no longer wrapped so lovingly around her sister.

Tears Moira had refused to shed blinded her as she stared into the empty cradle. Not only had she lost her parents and her baby sister, but she also knew she had lost Fiona. She closed her small hand around the only thing she had left of her family, the silver cross that hung beneath her gown.

When she heard footfalls she didn't bother to look up. Death would be welcome. She had failed her da and failed in her promise to protect her sisters with her own life. Yet, it wasn't a blade but strong arms that lifted her into a safe embrace.

"Shhh, little one," the deep voice whispered in her ear. "You are safe now."

She tried to look at her savior through her tears but could only see eyes such a bright blue they glowed in the darkness. His voice soothed her. With a nod, she leaned her head against his shoulder, the soft and unfamiliar texture of his vest rested against her cheek.

"Where are you taking me?" she finally asked as he hurried down the hallway.

"To your destiny."

When they emerged from the secret door that a short while ago she had led Fiona through, she found another man waiting for them. She recognized him instantly. He was Frang, a Druid High Priest that had visited her parents often.

"I've come to take you home," Frang said.

"My home is here."

His blue eyes were sad as he looked up at the castle. "Not anymore, lass."

"I have to find Fiona," she said and tried to wiggle out of her savior's arms.

"Nay, little one," his deep, calming voice said near her ear.

Frang touched her arm. "Stay, Moira. 'Twill do you no good to go looking for Fiona. She is safe with Cormag MacDougal."

"Gone?" she whispered, though she knew it to be true. "She cannot be gone. I promised her I would come back."

"'Tisn't safe," Frang said, but he was speaking to her savior. "We must get her to the Druid's Glen immediately."

"I've lost everyone," she said and let the tears fall again.

She didn't struggle when her savior held her a little tighter, as if giving her his strength. She welcomed his warmth and power for she had neither at the moment and wondered if she ever would.