Sexy highlanders, a touch of magic, Fae, and great storytelling all combine to make Mary Morgan's books delightful escapes. Have you ever wanted to travel through time and discover a life you were always means to live? Okay, maybe it's just me, but with these stories, you can do just that. While I fancy living with my Gallaghers in nineteenth-century Montana, I'd be hard pressed to find another place to dream about than the ancient Highlands.
Join Mary, Patrick, and Gwen for a romantic adventure through time, and see what magic awaits.
To Weave a Highland Tapestry
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?
A Wee Chat with Mary Morgan
Your love of Celtic lore is apparent in your stories. What started you on the path of combining Celtic elements with the paranormal?
I’ve always been fascinated with Celtic mythology. Reading tales of Cuchulainn and the Red Branch, to Irish and Scottish folktales helped to spark my imagination. From there I wove my fictional tales of knights in shining armor, and heroes with mystical powers. Though most of my heroes are flawed and some seek redemption for past deeds.
I blame it on my Celtic heritage—it flows within my veins and soul.
(MK: Right there with you, Mary!)
Tell us one of your most memorable experiences in Scotland and Ireland? Do you feel your writing of Celtic history and romance changed after your visits?
I vividly recall the moment when my first Celtic story emerged forth. When I finally took my first trip to Scotland twenty years ago, the birth of a series—the Dragon Knights were born. I was sitting on a boulder in the Highlands, surrounded by the magic and the mists of the land.
Yet on the second half of my trip, I visited Ireland. As I wandered the soft rolling hills in various shades of green, the land spoke to my soul and urged me to place the Dragon Knights here, too. It would be several more years before I decided on both countries—Scotland and Ireland as part of my stories. A perfect solution to a problem I had been debating on for the Dragon Knights.
(MK: I remember the same magical feeling from the Highlands. You share it so well in your books!)
I’ve always believed that authors put a little of themselves into at least one of their characters. Which of your characters do you relate to most? What about him or her makes you feel like kindred spirits?
There are three that I relate to the most.
The heroine, Brigid O'Neill in Dragon Knight's Sword. She has a spirited temperament and is known to often spout, "Hell's bells!" I tend to do the same, and you can ask my family (if you ever meet them) about my lively nature.
The oldest (and leader) of the Dragon Knights, Angus MacKay in Dragon Knight's Shield. Since he was the oldest sibling, he was consumed with guilt for failing his family on the death of his sister. I can totally relate to this! As the oldest in my family (two sisters and one brother), I had to set the example. So you can imagine my internal struggle when I did something wrong. Trust me, my parents reminded me.
The heroine, Rose MacLaren in Destiny of a Warrior. She reminded me of myself with her curious mind for archaeology. If I wasn't a writer, I'd love to be in this profession. The past and history has always intrigued me.
(MK: Now we're kindred spirits! I almost went into archaeology and anthropology. So fun! Glad we decided on writing.)
What can readers expect next from you?
I’m thrilled to announce I’ve completed (and is in my editor’s hands) the first book in a brand new series called, MAGNAR: The Wolves of Clan Sutherland. I’ve returned home to medieval Scotland and the Orkney Islands. It’s a blend of Norse and Celtic mythology. These men are the elite guard for King William, “The Lion” of Scotland.
Thank you for allowing me to share and chat about my stories, MK!
(MK: Many congrats on the new series. Can't wait to read it!)
Enjoy an Excerpt
Patrick’s eyes smoldered like fire. “Will ye heal me with a kiss?”
Her breathing became labored. “We’ve only just met. I don’t kiss strangers.”
Slowly, he brought her fingers to his lips, kissing each one. “I have told ye my name. What more do ye wish to ken?”
Gwen chuckled low. “I don’t even know your surname.”
Bringing her wrist to his mouth, he nipped along the vein, sending shards of pleasure up her arm and down her back. “MacFhearguis. Patrick MacFhearguis.”
Gwen swore her heart stopped beating. Lights danced in a tempest around her. “No,” she whispered.
He arched a dark brow. “Aye. ’Tis my name, lass.”
This time, Gwen yanked with all her might and was rewarded when he released his hold on her. All the pieces of her jumbled puzzle of insanity slipped into place with clarity. Her mind screamed at the impossibility. She refused to submit to the conclusion. He must be a different Patrick MacFhearguis. However, the further she fought the realization, the more everything became crystal clear.
Gwen required proof.
She fought to steady her nerves and clutched her hands to her chest. “What is the year?”
Patrick’s brow creased. “Are ye troubled, Gwen?”
“The year!” she demanded, pounding her fist into the palm of her hand.
A flicker of uncertainty reflected in his eyes. “Twelve hundred and nine.”
Hysterical laughter bubbled up inside her, and she squashed its release immediately. “How in the hell did I end up here?”
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