No one grieved for Mick Phelan when he died. The old lawyer had been a terrible father
and a horrible man, poisoning his children with his hate.
But an unexpected inheritance was waiting for his grandson Thomas. An Irish goddess
who Mick had ensnared decades ago showed up on his doorstep, begging him to free
her from bondage.
Now Tom and Rhiannon must navigate a treacherous road. Will their growing attraction
for one another allow them to part the mists of time and release her from slavery?
Or will Rhiannon be bound forever, a fate worse than death for this Gaelic Goddess?
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She stepped into his view, and his eyes were drawn irresistibly to the junction
of her thighs. There, a delicately-trimmed patch of black hair could be seen, and
below it, the lips of her labia, only a few shades darker than her nipples.
“By all the gods above and below, I thank you, Thomas Phelan,” she said. She
sank down onto his sofa and leaned back, one hand softly fingering the mound of her
breast, the other softly stroking her belly, the fingers roaming toward the swell
of her pubis.
Face flaming, he stood and walked toward his bedroom door. This was too intense.
Too private. He felt like he had stumbled across a woman giving birth, or soulmates
sharing their first kiss.
He halted in his tracks.
“Thomas,” she said, her voice low and vibrant.
“Yes?” he said, but did not turn to face her.
“I would like it very much if you stayed here with me,” she said.
“Are you sure?” he said nervously.
“Very much so. Who better to witness when Rhiannon, Goddess of fertility and
the harvest, reclaims part of her legacy, than the one who made it possible?”
Charles Schuler returned from war whole in body, but broken in spirit. Now all he
wants to do is settle down on the family farm and join his life to Lily, the water
spirit who has been his best friend and secret comrade since he was six years old.
But he soon discovers that greedy men have dammed Lily's river, using her strength
in pursuit of their own selfish needs. He’s galvanized to desperate action…but will
he be able to save her, or is it too late?
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He peeled off his shirt and set it aside on the warm grass. He then climbed
up the path to the waterfall. He backed away a few steps, then charged forward, his
bare feet slapping against sun-warmed stone. For an instant he flew through the air,
then hit the water with a tremendous splash, throwing spray in all directions.
He came to the surface with a grin, watching as Lily wiped water from her streaming
face. Treading water, he took in her delicate, finely-carved features, blossoming
like a flower in the sun.
When she is grown, she will be beautiful, he thought with sudden prescience.
I should tell her. Tell her how I feel.
He took a deep breath and was at her side in a few strokes. As promised, Lily
had been a good teacher, and he was a strong swimmer, even if he had never been in
a body of water bigger than her pool.
He stopped only a few inches away from her. Reaching through the water, he
set his hands on her hips, feeling her muscles flex as their legs slowly kicked in
the clear water, occasionally brushing each other. He looked into her eyes, trying
to come up with the right words.
“Lily. Lilaea.” He took a deep breath. “I-”
“There you are,” came a voice from behind him. He spun in the water, seeing
Maggie standing on the riverbank. She made a disgusted face. “Get out of the creek
and into your shirt and shoes, Charlie. Mama's been calling you for supper for the
past twenty minutes.”
Swearing under his breath, Charlie turned back to Lily, but she was gone.