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by Bronwyn Green
Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica/Romance
Description: Book two in the Celtic Fire Series Brought back to Ireland by her job, American Beckett Matthews jumps at the chance to study an artefact that recently washed ashore on an Irish beach. She's thrilled to have the opportunity to explore the history of the necklace. She's far less enthused to explore her personal history with the man who found the treasure-her first love. Kieran Brennan has waited five years for Beckett to finally return to Ireland. When he found the necklace, he knew it was more than a historical find-it was the key to reclaiming the only woman he ever loved. Under a curse from the Faery King, he couldn't follow her when she'd fled to her home in the States years ago, but now in his arms he'll help her face her fears and return to him. Unfortunately, he isn't the only one after Beckett. Denied his tribute when she fled, Aodhan the Faery King wants to claim her for his own.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: January 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [105 KB]
Reading time: 61-86 min.
"4.75 out of 5! A reviewer Top Pick! I loved this story when it was part of the Legend Anthology and I still love it as a stand-alone. Bronwyn Green is a wonderfully talent author who makes even the most fantastic storyline seem possible." -Night Owl Romance Reviews
"You can't avoid him forever."
Glaring at her best friend, Beckett Matthews crossed her arms over her chest and turned towards the window, watching the lush, green countryside race by. "Sure I can. Just watch me."
There had been nights when she thought it would kill her, but she'd avoided him perfectly well for five long years. Of course, the fact that the Atlantic Ocean had stood between them had made staying away from him somewhat easier.
Now that she'd returned to Ireland, steering clear of Kieran Brennan was going to be a bit more difficult. But, she reminded herself, she was just visiting. This was simply a last minute stop on the European museum circuit. She'd be in Dublin only as long as the Tapestry and Textile exhibition. When the tapestries went back to the U.S. so would she, and Kieran would once again be relegated to the land of memories and mistakes.
It hadn't all been a mistake, had it? Longing flooded her at the memory of his lanky, muscled body pressing her into the cool earth under the stars.
Shaking off the past, she focused on the present. The present consisted of riding from the airport to her aunt's cottage outside of Wicklow with Tara. Every landmark they passed brought back memories better left buried. The standing stones where he'd first kissed her. The pond where they'd gone skinny-dipping after dark. The castle ruins where they'd made love. She closed her eyes, willing away the memories. All roads led back to Kieran.
"Admit it," Tara chided, her lilting accent bringing back memories of every summer she'd spent here at her aunt's home. "You can't stop thinking about him."
Beckett sighed. She'd never stopped thinking about him. At twenty-three he'd been gorgeous. She'd loved running her fingers through his long tawny hair and staring into his deep, sea green eyes. And God knew she'd never tired of touching him--lean and muscular --golden perfection. She clenched her hands, remembering the feel of his sweat-slick skin against hers.
She needed to stop behaving like a hormonal eighteen-year old. That chapter of her life was long past. She'd willingly walked away from everything he'd offered--ran was more like it. She ran home to a lonely existence.
It was stupid to think that her relationship with Kieran would have turned out like her parents' relationship had, but she couldn't free herself from the bone deep fear that he would leave when she needed him most. That he would abandon her like her mother and father. Granted, her mother hadn't had a choice, but her father did. And he chose to leave her and her siblings after her mother died.
Part of her knew that Kieran would never do anything that cowardly, but old fears died hard, apparently. Instead, she'd focused on the physical, fucking him at every opportunity and when he wanted more...she'd run. She pushed away the almost tactile recollection of the way their bodies fit together, only to wonder how they'd fit now.
How had he changed? She could only hope he'd developed a receding hairline and a beer belly. Of course, his voice was probably the same. He'd been able to seduce her by simply whispering endearments in his low, sexy brogue. It wasn't just the accent, though thinking of the way he murmured her name against her neck as he moved inside her had her ready to insist that Tara drop her off on his doorstep. END EXCERPT