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?


Book Buy Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Three-Wishes-ebook/dp/B00BUPDH6I
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/three-wishes/id623270630?mt=11
http://boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/three-wishes
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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/three-wishes-paula-millhouse/1114972080?ean=2940044382947
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17737332-three-wishes


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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.

Join me through Monday as I take my two stories in The Kingdom of Chalvaren on a virtual blog tour with Bewitching Book Tours.

And, check out this awesome review if you want more dragons in your life: http://geeksinhighschool.com/?p=5214


Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday

Every weekend a wonderful blog hop happens where writers, known as the Weekend Writing Warriors share their stories. Click the box below to visit the other bloggers. Leave a comment. We thrive on comments. 🙂

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And, if you’re lucky enough to join the awesome writers over at the Facebook Snippet Sunday group, then you’re lucky enough. Stop by and check out the stories.

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

Dragons, elf, nobility, female protagonist, Kingdom of Chalvaren, Fantasy, Romance, Love, Paula Millhouse, Boroughs Publishing Group, Magic, Wizard, Witch, Family


The hatchling had devoured his abductor. Served the bastard right. Dragonstone and Weekend Writing Warriors

Last week we introduced Elf Prince Kort Elias who is diligently searching for a stolen royal dragon egg in the first story of The Kingdom of Chalvaren Romances, Dragonstone. Here’s that last line: “Where’d you go, little one?”


Kort’s grimace became a frown. Poor thing – all alone in a strange world with no other dragons to coach him, to show him what to eat, how to fly, how to roar, how to be what he was. 

     “Damn you, Elissabet!” He shook his fist at the sky. “Look at what you’ve conjured up with your ridiculous legend, mother.” No treasure, just a lost little dragon.

     “At least he’s eaten.” Kort’s eyes ranged to the remains of the mercenary.

     Without proper handling, without a first feast available right outside his eggshell, the hatchling had devoured his abductor. Served the bastard right.


Dragons, Magnus, Chalvaren Rising, Fantasy, Romance
Magnus, the Dragonlet

Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday

Hi Weekend Writing Warriors! Happy almost Halloween.

Every weekend a wonderful blog hop happens where writers, known as the Weekend Writing Warriors share their stories. Click the box below to visit the other bloggers. Leave a comment. We thrive on comments. 🙂

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And, if you’re lucky enough to join the awesome writers over at the Facebook Snippet Sunday group, then you’re lucky enough.


So, Warriors, what works here for you? I simply adore dragons. The problem is, though, if you don’t know what you’re doing with them, they often bite.

“Great. First royal dragon egg stolen from Chalvaren in ten thousand years and the damn thing’s already hatched.”

Dragonstone Excerpt


     “Great. First royal dragon egg stolen from Chalvaren in ten thousand years and the damn thing’s already hatched.” Kort Elias grimaced and stared at the remnants of the Aurora eggshell. When he crouched down and touched the enormous object—he could have easily crawled inside—it crumbled to dust in his hands. “Worse, it’s been at least a day, maybe two.”

     A thieving mercenary had brought the egg here to this planet of humans, one dimension hop away from Chalvaren, and Kort had required a wizard’s help to teleport in pursuit. The queen his mother forbade him to give chase, but when Kort discovered the double-crosser took the egg from the royal hatchery, Queen Elissabet’s edict paled before the need to recover the dragonlet. Also, ignoring his mother’s wishes was a lifelong sport at which Kort particularly excelled.

     He picked up three black dragon scales, smelled them, manipulated them in his fingers then held the fragile scales up to the sunlight: they were translucent, iridescent…baby dragon scales. “Where’d you go little one?”


Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday

Hi Weekend Writing Warriors! Happy almost Halloween.

I’m switching gears with this week’s excerpt and rewinding time with the magic of creative writing. This week’s excerpt is from Dragonstone, the prequel to my fantasy romance novel, Chalvaren Rising. Some readers wanted to know how everything started out in The Kingdom of Chalvaren Romances. Dragonstone is where it all began.

Every weekend a wonderful blog hop happens where writers, known as the Weekend Writing Warriors share their stories. Click the box below to visit the other bloggers. Leave a comment. We thrive on comments. 🙂

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And, if you’re lucky enough to join the awesome writers over at the Facebook Snippet Sunday group, then you’re lucky enough.


Dragons, Elves, Fantasy, Romance, Dragonstone, Paula Millhouse, Elves, Magic, Adventure, Quest, Nobility, RoyaltyElf prince Kort Elias journeys to a new world in search of a stolen royal dragon egg and discovers a lost elven princess, a prophecy, and danger; and only true love—and an erotic magic he’s never experienced—will set them free.


Dragonstone Buy Links:

Boroughs Publishing Group / Amazon / All e-RomanceBarnes and Noble for Nook /  Kobo /Smashwords / Goodreads

WeWriWa 9/20/15 – Villains we love to hate – Isa Ansgar from Chalvaren Rising

Every weekend a wonderful blog hop happens where writers share their stories. Click the box below to visit the other bloggers.

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This week my snippet shows my villainess Isa in action, on the battlefield at Castle Elias, adding to her growing list of crimes against the elves and dragons in The Kingdom of Chalvaren.


     “Ligare Ignis Draco in Adferunt mortem. Bind the dragon. I want him bleeding and suffering before he dies!” Isa cried.
     A rigid black webbing studded with three-inch barbs shot from her fingertips.
     Mia gulped in air. What kind of magic was this? She shook her head and drew back, watching Isa manipulate matter out of thin air, watching Magnus’s father tortured and defeated.
     Razor-wire shot from Isa’s hands, encircling Garnet, biting through the ice which held him fast. As the black magic tore into his scales, the massive animal roared in pain. Mia’s belly spasmed and she broke free of Elissabet and Lucan and bolted forward to help.


Okay, Weekend Writing Warriors, what makes you hate a villain most?

Dragons, elf, nobility, female protagonist, Kingdom of Chalvaren, Fantasy, Romance, Love, Paula Millhouse, Boroughs Publishing Group, Magic, Wizard, Witch, Family
Chalvaren Rising is Live, and available in PRINT

With the love of Kort, Chalvaren’s warrior-prince heir, Mia Ansgar will seize her birthright and become the great dragon-riding wizardess prophesied to free that elven kingdom from her embittered sorceress kin.

TO ASCEND TRIUMPHANT
Twenty-five years ago, Theo Ansgar abandoned the Kingdom of Chalvaren for a hiding place on another world. Some called him traitor. Some, thief. Now his fully grown daughter Mia must return to the land of her birth…and their war.
It was the elf prince Kort Elias who brought her back. Theirs was an instant connection, an inescapable union of body, soul and sorcery, reminding Mia of what she truly is, and what she must become. There is also Magnus, destined to be more potent than any wyrm Chalvaren has ever seen, a three-day-old dragonlet Mia must nurture and then ride. And then there is the Dragonstone, an artifact of power nonpareil. Joined, they can tip the scales of battle against the wraith-possessed forces of darkness, of Mia’s own embittered kin.
Redemption will be offered, the protected will become the protector, and an ancient prophecy will come to fruition, but only righteous love can conquer all.


I’ve been busy with promo the past two weeks, finishing up my blog tour, and telling the world about Chalvaren Rising. If you’re interested in your own copy, the links are listed below.
BOOK BUY LINKS:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0157RBDHO
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chalvaren-rising-paula-millhouse/1122654652?ean=2940152348019
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/576283
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-chalvarenrising-1887385-153.html
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/chalvaren-rising
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26326979-chalvaren-rising
https://www.createspace.com/5625321

Print Paperback edition of Chalvaren Rising available now

I’m very excited to announce the print edition of Chalvaren Rising.

https://www.createspace.com/5625321

Dragons, elf, nobility, female protagonist, Kingdom of Chalvaren, Fantasy, Romance, Love, Paula Millhouse, Boroughs Publishing Group, Magic, Wizard, Witch, Family
http://www.boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/chalvaren-rising

Print edition

While some readers are adamant about their eReaders, and I read eBooks too, there’s something amazing about holding a print edition in your hands, and flipping pages.

Enjoy your time in The Kingdom of Chalvaren with a variety of reading options


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