Are you a magical creature or are you a different species?
I’m a magical creature of course, one of the fey. I’m a baobhan sith (ba vawn shee). We live under hill but cross over to the earthly realm to target handsome men on the road at night and dance with them until the men grow exhausted. We transform our long nails into talons and rake them across the men’s backs. Clawing at our victim’s skin, draining their blood, then drinking it. But I don’t do that anymore. Not since I fell in love with Ian, a human.
How do you feel about humans?
Well I didn’t think too much of humans, until one of them, Ian, captured me. When a human captures you or is able to resist your seductions you become their slave. But it went further than that, I fell in love with him. I don’t wan tot spoil the story but when I fell in love with him that caused something else to happen to me. And I guess you could say that I like humans quite a lot now.
Are there many others like you?
Yes, five more…my sisters. There are six of us all together. I am the first to fall in love with a human.
Where are you from?
I live under hill, some call it the Otherworld, with other fey and all the Celtic gods and goddesses. It’s in a different realm than earth I travel between the two realms by using a cairn as a portal.
What is your main purpose in life?
I am dark fey and so my main purpose is to serve Morrigan as all dark fey are aspects of that goddess.
Do you have a love interest?
Yes, he’s a human. He is everything to me. In the long years of my life, which stretched to time to of mind, I only seduced men for want of their blood…to feed. Never before had I felt a hot breeze blow inside me when I looked a man. But I do with Ian. I can’t take my eyes off of him. He captured my body, but we both captured each other’s hearts.
Dance of the Vampires—1st in the Dancing Vampire series — Free
Ian is bewitched by the wild delights Sorcha offers and she can’t resist the urges he stirs in her. But her wicked sisters and his highland brothers only want to attack and kill each other. Will Sorcha and Ian’s sizzling passion prove strong enough to overcome the differences between human and fey?
Excerpt:
“Brother, are you afraid of a pile of old stones?” Calin threw his head back and rocked with laughter.
“It’s a cairn.” Ian’s heart still thudded from the near miss. “Any who disturb it will be cursed.”
“I dare you to knock it over.” Errol crossed his arms over his chest.
Ian stepped back, a horrified look on his handsome face. “I will not.”
“I will.” With long, sure strides, Tavish stepped toward the ancient gravesite.
“Do not do it.” Ian’s belly clenched even tighter, until he felt sharp jabs of pain.
Before the other six could stop him, Tavish drew back his foot and crashed it into the sacred cairn with a hard kick. A loud, sharp gasp from each of his brothers hung in the air. One lone stone rolled free of the mound.
Malcolm’s mouth dropped open. “You disturbed the fey.”
“You’ve done it now.” Lachlan stepped back, attempting to separate himself from the sacrilege.
“He dared me.” Tavish pointed at Errol. “I had to do it, now didn’t I?”
“Errol’s a turnip-headed bampot,” Calin shouted. “You too, Tavish.”
“I do not like it.” Ian shook his head. “It’s sacred. It’s cursed.” The knot in his stomach froze, growing as cold as ice.
“This is bad.” Angus shook his head.
“Let’s keep walking.” Calin slid his foot forward with a confident stride.
Malcolm bobbed his head. “We should hurry home before something happens.”
“We are,” Errol snapped. “We’re in this field taking a shortcut, remember?”
“Come on.” Malcolm headed away from the disturbed monument. “Walk faster.” He took the lead as the others followed.
“Look.” Ian came to an abrupt stop.
His brothers froze as their gazes turned to where he pointed his finger. Seven women, all in odd dresses of green tartan silk, stood beside the cairn. Their lush, scarlet lips curved into smiles as seductive as warm kisses.
About the Author
Cornelia Amiri, who also writes under the name of Maeve Alpin, is the author of 28 Celtic and Steampunk romance books. She lives in Houston Texas as does her son and granddaughter and her cat, Severus. Severus is a writer’s cat, he loves books. He likes to knock them off the bookshelf, sit on them, and sniff the open pages. He also uses the computer, he sits on it, lays on top of it, and walks across the key board almost constantly. http://CelticRomanceQueen.com
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