Medieval Monday! To Weave a Highland Tapestry by Mary Morgan!
Today, I’m featuring the wonderful Mary Morgan and her novel To Weave A Highland Tapestry.
What’s it about?
Patrick MacFhearguis, hardened by battles won and lost, desires what he can never have—peace
within his heart and soul. Yet, the ever-meddling Fae weave a new journey for him to
conquer—a task this highlander is determined to resist.
When skilled weaver, Gwen Hywel, is commissioned to create a tapestry for the MacFhearguis
clan, she embraces the assignment. While seeking out ideas, she finds herself clutching the one
thread that can alter the tapestry of her life and heart.
A man conflicted by past deeds. A woman with no family of her own. Is it possible for love to
unravel an ancient past, in order to claim two badly scarred hearts? Or will the light of hope be
doused forever?
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Here’s the continuing excerpt from To Weave A Highland Tapestry –
“My goodness. It’s beautiful,” observed Gwen, leaning against him. “And look, they’ve
brought Meggie’s tapestry back inside the hall. The MacKays surely know how to celebrate.”
Within that moment, Patrick made a silent vow that one day he would see the same light
enter his home. His heart soared at the possibility. With ye by my side, Gwen, I shall give ye this
beauty.
“Why is there no fire in the giant hearth?” asked Gwen.
“’Tis a custom to wait for the procession of the druids to bring forth the Yule log and
light the first spark. I pray our ways do not offend ye.”
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“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, or who, they wanted. Maybe I’m making it more complicated than it should be. He is my prisoner.
She raised a hand to touch his thick mane. Bryce pulled back instantly. Ryen wrapped her fingers tightly in his hair, leaning into his strong chest. “You fear my touch?” she wondered in a soft whisper.
“Loathe is more like it,” he said.
She could feel the lie through his leggings and smiled. “Your body betrays you.”
“Step away from me, witch,” he snarled.
Ryen stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his. At first they were immovable, but suddenly they parted and the hot passion he was trying to hide was released. His tongue slipped into her mouth, warring with hers.
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