Happy St. Patrick’s Day! May the Luck O’ de Irish be with ya today, and I hope you catch your very own leprechaun!

Abigail O’Malley wants to find true love…which is about as easy as catching a leprechaun.

Leprechauns, St. Patrick's Day, Savannnah, Ga, Author Paula Millhouse

 

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Excerpt

Michael McKnight heard Abby’s plea, felt the waves of magic radiating out to him from the fairy charms she’d acquired, and the instant she asked and put that door at the base of the grand live oak he bent time and space to get to her. Banished for the last ten years for the misuse of his magic—and for hoarding gold—he had spent a life apart from her, one that had literally been a living hell.

But I’ve paid my debt, and nothing will keep me from her now.

She rounded the tree, screamed, and dropped in her tracks.

Panic seized him. He tossed away his tiny green hat and dove for her, catching her head in his small arms before she hit the dirt. She’d crashed. Totally passed out. Dusted the fallen leaves with her golden-red locks. Good God, she’s not breathing!

“Abby? Abby! Wake up, Abby!” His frantic voice filled the woods. He’d scared the precious thing to death. “What have I done? Damn it, Abby, don’t do this to me! Come on, sweetheart, wake up!” No. He couldn’t lose her now that she’d called for him. “Please! Abby, come back to me!”

Getting caught by a human was end-game for any leprechaun, but Michael wanted her to catch him. He’d loved her since they were children, and sometimes he thought he’d dreamed her into life. She’d never recognize him now—penance for his sins included the curse of living in this ridiculously tiny body with the green felt hat and shoes. But he didn’t care. Whatever she needed, he’d be sure to see she got. If he could. There were limits to magic, of course.

He shook her, his chest crushing in on itself as he willed her awake. Then a breath escaped her lips and she gasped, and Michael froze.

“Praise God Almighty, she’s alive.”

His eyes roved every inch of her, seeking injuries. His trembling hands felt her scalp and neck. No bumps. No blood. The tension in his chest eased. She’d merely fainted at the sight of him. That could be good or bad. He chose to go with good.

“Ah, lass, you’re overcome with the sight of me.” He stared at her and smiled, hugged her close in his arms and drew in a deep breath. He cradled her head, her angelic face graced by those waving locks of long ginger hair. And freckles. Everywhere. Michael chuckled. My lassie, Irish through and through.

He reached out and reverently touched her face. When they’d played together as children he’d wanted to kiss her. Now he pulled her close and drew in a breath. Peaches and cream. She smelled like heaven. Her ample chest rose and fell underneath a navy blouse that set off the color of her porcelain skin and hundreds—no, thousands—of freckles. Long legs stretched out from underneath her sleeping frame. She’d grown up during the years he was kept away.

He peeked down the length of those denim-covered legs, and his face blew wide with a smile when he saw her bare feet. A work of art, her toes were painted red and perfectly pedicured. The shoes she wore lay askew from her fall, and he scrambled over to assess them. Professional curiosity. One of the heels had snapped clean off.

His face fell. Three-inch heels? No wonder she’d fallen. Who wore such beautiful things outside to plant fairy charms? But his Abigail had always fancied her shoes, and he’d yearned to make her a pair for well over a decade.

He inspected her feet. The arch was perfect, her toes a wonder, and her bare feet drew him in. A desire to give her a foot rub almost overcame him, but he forced his eyes back up her body to her face. To her lips. One simple kiss and he would die a happy man. He’d lived for this, watching her, using his magic and gold to pay the fairies to dance for her when they were both so young….

He took his chance while she lay there unaware. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers and stole his kiss. She stirred. Unable to control himself, Michael kissed her again. Then he eased back as her red-blonde lashes fluttered open to reveal sapphire eyes. His heart raced as for a second he glimpsed his future, and that future was good.

Then Abby’s eyes flew wide, she screamed and seized him in her hands. “For the love of God, you’re a leprechaun!”

Folklore about these little men swam in Abby’s clouded head as she reared up, the creature’s lapels in her grasp. Leprechauns were a sort of fairy without wings. But also… “Gold! Good God! Leprechauns are magic fairies who own gold!”

                He narrowed his eyes. “That’s the best you can do?”

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THREE WISHES, Paula Millhouse, fairies, fairy, leprechaun, St. Patrick's Day, www.paulamillhouse.com

 

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Have you ever been to Savannah for St. Patrick’s Day? I have, and it’s amazing. That’s what inspired Three Wishes. I hope you enjoy the story!

A Leprecahun’s Gold, Fairy Magic, and the mystery of her One True Love: THREE WISHES & Weekend Writing Warriors 3-6-16

Last week’s excerpt’s last line:

Abby’s knees chose that moment to give way, and she collapsed into a heap at the base of the tree.


 

     Michael McKnight heard Abby’s plea, felt the waves of magic radiating out to him from the fairy charms she’d acquired, and the instant she’d asked for fairy magic, and put that tiny door at the base of the grand live oak he bent time and space to get to her. Banished for the last ten years for the misuse of his magic—and for hoarding gold—he had spent a life apart from her, one that had literally been a living hell.

     “Wake up, Abby!” He’d scared the precious thing to death. “What have I done – ahh, damn it, Abby, don’t do this to me, sweetheart, wake up!”

     Getting caught by a human was end-game for any leprechaun, but Michael wanted her to catch him. He’d loved her since they were children, and sometimes he thought he’d dreamed her into life.

     But she’d never recognize him now—penance for his sins included the curse of living in this ridiculously tiny body with the green felt hat and shoes.

     He cradled her head in his hands, her angelic face graced with freckles, everywhere, and those waving locks of long ginger hair. “Ahh, my Irish lass, through-and-through, you’re overcome with the sight of me.”


 

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     Abigail O’Malley wants to find true love…which is about as easy as catching a leprechaun.


THREE WISHES

Abigail O’Malley’s world turns upside down when a rival Irishman threatens to take her bar, an historic Savannah landmark, mere days before the start of the annual St. Patrick’s Day celebration.

When she captures a leprechaun with fairy charms, her three wishes include his gold, fairy magic, and the mystery of her One True Love.

Michael McKnight has pined over Abby forever, but will he have time to reveal his true nature and prove he’s up to the task of granting all her wishes before the bad guys close in and destroy Abby’s dreams forever?


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Dragons were drawn to ghostfire like moths to a flame: The Kingdom of Chalvaren Romance Series.


     As he fisted his hands and sized up the dwelling from his vantage point in the high grasses of an empty field, a shiver raced up Kort’s arms. Under the bright rays of the midday sun, blue ghostfire crackled up from the cottage eaves.

     That’s not supposed to exist off Chalvaren.

     On Chalvaren, ghostfire lived as a signature, a manifestation of elven energy like their auras but left behind whenever elves practiced magic or passed to the Great Beyond. Dragons were drawn to ghostfire like moths to a flame.

     The fact that it was dancing above this cottage meant magic existed here, elven magic, leaving new questions littering Kort’s mind: What kind of sorcery was being practiced here, and who dared wield it? Who among his people would choose to live here rather than the glittering kingdom of Kort’s forefathers?

     An ominous feeling of dread suddenly flipped around in his gut. Kort never believed in the Dragonstone, or in the legends surrounding it, but others did – had that damn mercenary been playing straight with his mother after all?


Hello, Weekend Writing Warriors. An additional excerpt here from Dragonstone. Last we left Elf Prince Kort Elias he was tracking the stolen dragonlet Magnus, and he’d discovered another elf. Now he’s found an additional unexpected surprise waiting for him where the dragon’s tracks end.

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Dragons, Elves, Fantasy, Romance, Dragonstone, Paula Millhouse, Elves, Magic, Adventure, Quest, Nobility, Royalty

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