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Kiss of Blarney by Penelope Marzec is a Pot 'O Gold event pick #paranormalromance #pnr #giveaway



Title: Kiss of Blarney


Author: Penelope Marzec


Genre: Paranormal Romance


Book Blurb:


Prophecy says Ula, an Irish princess, is destined to rule the Enchanted Island with a black-eyed prince. For safety, she hides in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey with a druidess for a companion. Ula knows nothing of the modern world. She has no friends and never saw a man. When her druidess is kidnapped by the evil Balor, she leaves her hidden cottage to borrow a dog who can aid her in finding her companion.


Shay is a descendent of Irish kings given specific rules to follow since birth. If he breaks his sacred code misfortune or even death could result. He doesn’t think those principles make sense in the modern world. Then he meets Ula. She walks into a pub during a blizzard and causes a melee. He wants nothing to do with her, especially when he realizes she's out to steal his dog but if he turns her out into the snow, he’ll break his sacred code. Though Ula spouts nonsense, she tempts him to abandon every principle his father gave him.


Ula’s love for Shay is forbidden, for he has blue eyes, but the powerful emotions that draw her to him cannot be denied. Still, she is bound to rescue her druidess and for that she must take Shay’s dog, even if Shay breaks her heart and winds up hating her forever.


Excerpt:


Shay reached for the pretzels. His father had been an honest, hard-working man--and if he liked to tell fairytales he wasn’t much different from the rest of the Devlins. They all liked to think there was magic hidden beneath every blade of grass in Ireland. There were those in his clan who even claimed to be descendants of the Tuatha De Danaan. Funny thing was, most of the old Irish families believed the same nonsense.


Still, some nights here in New Jersey, so far from Ireland, when the moon was full and the air was soft with mist, even Shay longed for a bit of that old enchantment. However, there was no mist outside tonight--just snow--tons of it. The nerves bunched up in his shoulders.


“Too much time in the pub and we’ll all be seeing leprechauns.” Trevor gave a hearty laugh.


“Shay’s worked hard these past two years and a hard working man deserves to get drunk now and then. Especially, when he’s got his fortune made.” Liam grinned.


“You’re right.” Shay raised his glass toward his friends. “We’ll be forgetting the tough times today. Paddy, another round.”


Paddy, the owner of the pub, shoved a mug toward him. Shay glared at the green liquid inside. Squinting, he held his drink closer to the pale light coming from the battery lantern on the bar. “And what are you doing giving me this evil-colored potion?”


“That, me boy, is in honor of the day,” Paddy announced. “It’s green beer.”


Shay detected a stony look in Paddy’s eyes. However, with the feeble lantern light, the flickering candles and the two beers Shay had already consumed, his eyesight could be suffering from more than simple strain.


“I’ll be asking for a hearty pint of Guinness, if you want to be celebrating good St. Patrick.”


“In America, green is the color for everything reminding us of the old sod.” A note of annoyance came across in the pub owner’s words. To be sure, his reserves must be getting low.


“They’ll not be knocking back such a putrid looking beverage in Ireland today.”


“Then you can be going back there if you’re not liking the customs here.” Paddy’s jowls vibrated with an ominous tremor from his frayed nerves. The storm continued to rage while all the candles on the tables melted into small stubs that would soon burn out. Still, none of the patrons took the opportunity to leave.


“It tastes the same as any cheap lager,” Trevor licked his lips after downing a bit of the brew. “Close your eyes and you won’t be noticing any difference.”


“I’ve got some green bagels to stave off your hunger before you’ll be heading home.” Paddy’s meaning couldn’t be missed. “I’m having a sale on the bagels. Three for a dollar.”


“Must be getting stale,” Liam muttered low.


Shay shrugged his shoulders. His dog, Bran, would be wanting some company on this bitter evening and a hearty blaze in the fireplace would provide a great deal more warmth than the vile beer in Paddy’s Pub. At any rate, he’d be keeping himself out of harm’s way.


He turned, intending to bid his buddies goodnight when the door to the pub opened, letting in a blast of wind that blew out some of the candles and sent many of the others wavering. A cry of protest went up from some tartan-clad customers nearest the door when they were left in darkness.


Shay let out a laugh. “Maybe we have a banshee coming to haunt us for drinking such a foul brew.”


Clad in a long cloak, a petite figure moved toward the bar. The face of the stranger lay in shadow under a capacious hood, and at her side she carried a large, old-fashioned tapestry bag. Upon nearing the bar, her pale hand reached up and swept off the hood, unleashing a mass of rich red, curly hair that glinted in the candlelight. Dazzled by the sight, Shay blinked.


“I don’t think she’s a banshee,” Liam whispered with a note of awe in his voice. Shay cleared his throat. “Probably just another stranded parade marcher.”


“Parade? I’ll not be marching in a parade, sir.” Her voice had a lilt to it, and while Shay couldn’t quite place the unusual accent, it did intrigue him. On such a bitter night, he felt more homesick than usual, and he wouldn’t mind talking with someone about the lovely isle he’d left behind.


He found he could not take his eyes off the lady, and he wasn’t the only man in the pub staring at the newcomer. With her ethereal eyes, and creamy skin she drew the attention of every man in the room, but she directed her gaze at him as she stated in a near whisper, “I am terribly hungry and thirsty.”


A bizarre sensation gripped Shay, an almost overwhelming and primitive lust fired through him. Taking a deep breath, he fought it off. “There’s not much left here. Except for green beer and green bagels.”


The woman frowned, marring her smooth brow with tiny furrows. She stepped closer to him, swirling her heavy cloak with the movement. He caught a whiff of violets. Though she peered at his face, she did not say a word. An alarming shock went through him, for it felt as if he had touched a power outlet with one hundred-ten volts. He gulped, thinking there must be a logical explanation for it. Sure, and it could be a bit of static. His heart lurched. Or I’ve had too much beer. He rocked back and took in a breath to steady himself as a chill ran along his shoulder.


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Both Shay and Ula are bound by the rules of their heritage and fear death and destruction if even a single rule is broken. But Ula must save her druidess and will do all that she can to attain that end—even if she breaks her own heart.


Giveaway –


Enter to win a $15 Amazon gift card:



Open Internationally. You must have a valid Amazon US or Amazon Canada account to win.


Runs March 9 – March 19, 2023.

Winner will be drawn on March 20, 2023.



Author Biography:


Penelope Marzec grew up along the Jersey shore. She started reading romances at a young age and fell hopelessly in love with happy endings. Two of her inspirational romances won EPIC’s eBook Award and another was a finalist in that contest. Her paranormal, Irons in the Fire, was a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice award. Her Christian historical, Patriot’s Courage, placed First in the Inspirational category of the 2021 National Excellence in Story Telling (NEST) Contest.


Visit her website at penelopemarzec.com for more information.


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2 Comments


andreadrake1
andreadrake1
Mar 20, 2023

I don’t have any funny stories but teaching my kids about at patty’s day and wearing green was funny.

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Mar 13, 2023

Thank you, Penelope, for sharing your book sale in our Pot 'O Gold Bookish Event!

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