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* New Release * Trial of a Warrior, Legends of the Fenian Warriors, Book 3 by Award-Winning @m_morga

Title TRIAL OF A WARRIOR, Legends of the Fenian Warriors, Book 3

Author Mary Morgan

Genre Time Travel Fantasy Romance

Publisher The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

Book Blurb

"You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!”

A warrior sentenced to die.

On trial for breaking a supreme Fae law, Fenian Warrior, Liam MacGregor has no regrets. He is prepared to accept his sentence—even if it means his death. However, freedom comes in an unexpected manner, and brings with it certain dangers as he travels through the Veil of Ages.

A princess honor-bound to remain hidden.

Princess Abela might be a priestess and the daughter of royalty, but that doesn’t prevent her from doing the unimaginable. She sacrifices duty and honor to set free the man who captured her heart so many years ago. No matter the severity of his crimes, she cannot let Liam die.

A rescue that will bring about a war and divide a kingdom!

In their quest to secure a treaty to forestall Liam’s death sentence, they must fight their desires for one another, as well as the Fenian Warriors sent to capture them.


Abela lifted her gown and dipped her toes into the sparkling stream. She let out a sigh. The water was warm, soothing, and eased the strain from her limbs. The exercise with her tutor this morning was rigorous. She insisted on training Abela in her gown. When she tripped for the umpteenth time on the material, her tutor suggested the healing waters of the stream.

“Why not remove your gown and go for a swim?” Liam suggested, leaning against a rowan tree.

She gasped, unaware anyone was in this particular area of the glen. Of all the Fae, Abela was not prepared to be alone with Liam MacGregor. He stirred things within her—made her heart beat wildly, and her skin prickle with heat. His silver blue eyes roamed over her, and she fought the temptation to do what he’d suggested. Liam MacGregor was sinfully seductive, but forbidden to her. She’d heard the rumors he was destined to enter the Brotherhood of the Fenian Warriors, and she refused to enter into a dalliance. Her parents—no her brother would kill him and seek answers later.

Turning her back on the intruder, Abela stepped into the stream. She kept her focus outward and enjoyed the water lapping against her legs. His footsteps retreated and for a moment, Abela regretted his departure. She stole a glance over her shoulder and gasped for the second time. He’d removed his tunic and rolled up his pants. He strode with intent and entered the stream, halting beside her.

Abela lifted her chin. “What are you doing?”

“Testing the water.”

“Are you jesting with me?”

“Never, princess.”

She studied his profile—one of power and ageless strength. The sun danced off his dark auburn hair, and Abela ached to brush away a lock that was forever falling across his eye and cheek. And his lips, oh my. No man should ever possess such full lips. Abela often fantasized on tasting them. Would they be soft? Or firm?

Liam kept his attention riveted on the stream. “The water is soothing.”

“Agreed.” Her gaze traveled the length of him.

He turned toward her. “Is there something wrong with my body?”

Abela felt the heat rise from her neck to her entire face. “No,” she whispered, unable to turn away.

His hand brushed against hers. “Do you find it…pleasing?”

A tremor of longing to be kissed filled Abela. She should flee this instant, but her feet refused to listen to her mind.

Liam reached out and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. His finger trailed down the side of her neck, and she shuddered. “You have not answered me.”

“Yes,” she replied rapidly.

The smile in his eyes contained a sensuous flame, and she was drawn to him. A soft breeze billowed around them. She ached to press her mouth against his. Just one kiss.

As if reading her thoughts, Liam cupped her chin and stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. “Your mouth begs to be kissed, princess.”

She swallowed and did the unthinkable. “Then kiss me, Liam MacGregor.”

His groan echoed around them as he took possession of her mouth. The kiss sent the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl of delicious sensations. Abela’s body yearned to touch him, so she wrapped her arms around his neck. The contact of his skin against her chest ignited a burning desire for more.

Liam grasped her firmly around the waist with one arm and deepened the kiss. When his silken tongue sought entry, she opened fully to the seduction, tasting wine, apples, and his own scent. His moan resonated deep within her, and she found her body responding to a rhythm as old as the land they lived upon.

Never did Abela imagine the power behind a kiss— seductive, enchanting, shattering, and she craved more.

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Author Biography

Award-winning Celtic paranormal and fantasy romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.

Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling--writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.

If you enjoy history, tortured heroes, and a wee bit of magic, then time-travel within the pages of her books.

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