He of the Fiery Sword (Time Guardians Book 3)
Book Details
Author(s)Skhye Moncrief
PublisherSkhye Moncrief
ISBN / ASINB006OH9EKA
ISBN-13978B006OH9EK9
Sales Rank226,213
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
***Long story about my technical difficulties. But my spellchecker is working now. All my stories have been spellcheck-ed and new editions uploaded. ~Skhye***
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Genre: Time-travel Fantasy RomanceHeat Level: Spicy
Length: Full-length novel -- 85K words, 340pp
He, Arthur, is a reflection of luck, an abomination. He can feel the love, the pain, the sorrow, and the joy of all the ages. If he doesn't save the Druid he is sent to find, all known history could change. Some things are worth dying for. But first a man must live.
Arthur didn't count on becoming human. And now the fairies want him to break dragon law... He never expected his charge to push him to the edge of reason. But a man must live before becoming king.
Fear not. The fairies have a plan.
Trust not the fairies.
Druids wed one soul for eternity to protect the integrity of the timeline. Druid Solas's soul mate was taken from her. Now, an 11th Century Irish bishop stalks her to serve as his mistress. She has nothing left yet everything to live for in creating the historical maps she was sent through time to make. She will break time-travel Code if she submits to another man by allowing even one paradoxical child to muddy history. Then Arthur arrives to save her. He is anything but a time guardian. And a fairy tells her to help him. To ignore a god's instruction could prove detrimental. Yet, every time guardian knows believing the Gods is wielding a double-edged sword. Since it is forbidden for Druids to wield weapons, her future relies on He of the Fiery Sword.
King Arthur is born.
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Series:Â Can be read in ANY order...ALL 99 cents each!
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 Excerpt:"You're mine and I'll not lose a moment I have with you," she exclaimed.Â
The Light flared in the room.
What could be said?Â
Silk pressed against my lips.Â
Sweet. Soft. Perfect lips.Â
My heart sank into my gut.
Wallowed there in agony. I couldn't recoil. Couldn't shove myself away from her silken heat. I should. Falling into Solas's intoxicating mouth was like diving off Ring-Master Tor, the highest frozen peak on Scotia Major's northernmost continent. Sunlight reflected from every solid or liquid surface in the bitter howling wind. I remembered counting out the free-fall distance within the temporary blindness. The planet's ultimate challenge was unsurpassed by any experience. Until now.Â
Between plummeting through the freezing air and drawing oneself out of the dive just before impacting into the frigid face of Scotia Major at her worst, naught else compared to the emotional rush of Solas' kiss. And she isn't Scotia Major, the planet that nurtured three homeless dragon pups, my surrogate mother. Solas filled my chest with life's breath while reaching inside me, by cradling my heart with her gentle hands. Scotia Major only pretended to do so, only offered a crying pup a sanctuary from the evils of humanity.Â
Her hands yanked at the shirt at my back. Her palms slid across my bare skin, caressing me with beatitude.Â
Absolute perfection. I slid my palms along the hourglass curve of her body, for once. Just once to experience the promise of life. Rapture...Derived from the sharing of love between two people. A pricelessly indefinable moment. What everyone expected from the tales of human life and love.Â
My heart drummed a poetic warning.Â
That I would shape-shift back into my true form. Massive. Incapable of holy unification with a human female. Solas would cry for want of something she could never have again in her lifetime. Tears would haunt me. The very Druid tears I ran from in the future. No. Not again. I grabbed her arms and pushed her away.
