Double Keltic Triad Series

It ain't easy being fey--when you don't believe in Faerie tales. In the fey Otherworld, a half-faerie child is born. To protect him from evil's crusade to scour impurities from the faerie race, he is abandoned in the human world, never to know of his magical heritage. Now the boy is a man rooted in reality, and fantasy is merely foolishness from an undisciplined imagination. Successful businessman, Jaye Zeroun prides himself on his realistic, but lonely, view of life. Until Allyn Keely, Celtic artist and friend of Faerie knots her way around his heart, filling his life with fantastic tales he refuses to believe. Allyn finally finds a man to love but first she must help him discover his heritage and destiny in the Otherworld. She's fully human, older than Jaye, and once he returns to his fey family, he could never love her. When danger threatens Allyn, Jaye is forced to either accept the reality of a deadly, magical battle or lose the very things he never planned for in his life--family and a love beyond his wildest imaginings.

Danger lurks in the long ago of Iain's time--threatening Lara's present, their future and timeless love. Restless, Lara Zeroun opens a portal in time and travels to the ancient Scottish Highlands in hopes of finding and end to the hollowness in her soul. There she discovers two men: an oddly familiar, wanderer and Iain, the answer to her heart's dreams. With a cousin inheriting his father's lands, Iain is biding his time until he's forced to leave. Then a golden-haired woman appears on the arm of an itinerant storyteller. She tests Iain's emotional calm and his body's tolerance. With no land, no possessions or wealth to offer, he dare not succumb to temptation. The storyteller is more than he seems. Using hidden fey powers, he haunts Lara's steps, conspiring to steal her from Iain and use her to exact revenge upon her family. And if Iain is destroyed as well, all the better. Lara discovers danger from her family's recent past lurking in Iain's time, an evil threatening to destroy her present. Will Lara and Iain defeat this evil and find their way through time to love?

Falling in love was easy. Dare he take her to Faerie and declare his love? Falling in love was easy. But demons of the past and evil intent on destroying the present tear Carrie and Bryce from their newfound love, throwing them into a world of deception, lies and revenge. Finally Bryce decides to give up looking for the masked dancer who captured his heart and get on with his life. But his darlin' daughter climbs onto the lap of a captivating woman in a coffee shop and calls her mommy. He wouldn't mind exploring the possibility. Carrie's vacation is over. Although she loves her job, she dreads returning. Especially when a blonde cherub insists she's 'mommy'. Add the girl's intriguing father and Carrie believes she's finally ready for a real relationship. But repressed memories of a horrific attack surface, bringing fear and doubt. One of Bryce's fathers is kidnapped by a cult. Not knowing whether the abduction was of human or fey origin, Bryce must chance seeming crazy and losing Carrie with tales of the Faerie Otherworld. Dare he take her to Faerie and declare his love?  

Can a fairy bargain bring two fey races together in love? First, she must believe. Despite their own Otherworldly, fey origins, the Faerie gentry lost their belief in the odd beings who are the wee folk, including tiny, winged fairies. So when Nanceen first encounters the tiny, butterfly-winged man, she doesn't know what she believes. Until Korin calls to her and makes his way to her world, becoming a gentry-sized, wingless man she can see, touch, believe in, love. The wee folk are known for their bargains and wagers so in order to woo Nanceen, Korin must fulfill a number of confusing tasks set forth by his king. His heart, and life, depend on hearing the sound of a bell signifying completion of each task. The first, not so simple it seemed. First, she must believe. In him. The rat king's conditions, underhanded plans and evil conspiring throw nearly insurmountable roadblocks before Korin. The risks to his life mean little with Nanceen at his side. Until the king takes bold, unexpected action threatening Nanceen's family. Korin must return to his tiny size and face the king alone. Will he survive and with Nanceen bring two long separated fey races together with love?

It ain't easy being fey and the subject of prophecy. Three worlds face danger. Ancient prophecy may defeat the separate evils, but will love survive? Lucidea had no idea her father wasn't human. Her uncle is held prisoner in the World Between Worlds by an ancient fire elemental. Now, as the half Alfar-Sindhu heir, she's unprepared to assume the leadership of an underwater world--a parallel universe. Then she meets Jaysson Zeroun... ...who has Otherworldly issues of his own. Evil continues to plague his family and protecting a newborn child takes priority over personal dreams. When Lucidea offers a sanctuary for the child's family at her Highlands manor, Jayse accompanies them to Scotland. He just doesn't know how Lucidea will react to the news he's a quarter Faerie, and heir to the rule of a world parallel to the human world. It's not easy being fey, and both Jayse and Lucidea fear what the other will do when they admit their heritages. Then pieces of an ancient prophecy are discovered in each of three parallel worlds, spiraling the evil menace closer. Will the ancient prophecy prove true, allowing them to finally conquer evil? Can their love survive? Books of the Double Keltic Triad By Keltic Design Fires of a Keltic Moon  Keltic Flight Wild Keltic Carouselle Keltic Dreams A Faire Keltic Renaissance Short excerpt: 'Tis almost fairy time. How could he make love to her—even contemplate the feel of her, welcoming and surrounding him—when he hadn't told her about his family's true nature? Long ago he'd vowed never... unless his partner knew. "Jayse?" "Yeah, baby?' The roughness of his voice sounded as if the tones carried every bit of desire and longing within him. Did she notice? "Let's go to bed." Was this the invitation he ached for, or simply an expression of her weariness? Whichever it was, he wouldn't... couldn't push her if she wasn't ready. The signals her body gave—oh, God. He closed his eyes. And his body received, translated into a desire he prayed matched his. With a light touch he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and moved her hand from his skin. He kept her fingers in his and helped her to rise. Hand in hand they walked toward their bedrooms. He paused before her door and she leaned close to kiss him. He waited, but she didn't deepen or prolong the contact. "Good night, Jayse." So. This was how it would be. He swallowed his disappointment and stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Night, Dea Annie."

Which world is his? The loneliness he knows or where love resides? A spiritual quest throws Bard, naked and alone, from his world to the desert Sahara. Each grueling step through the shifting sands only add to his questions and confusion. What did the Seven Guardians mean for him to learn in this strange place? How would he find a way home? Keeping her personal hopes tucked away, Kaelea retreats into researching fey texts, searching for a clue--for anything to protect her clan from an ever-present evil. The appearance of a stranger at the oasis is an unwelcome interruption. But her instant fascination with the man is even more distracting. Evil's power returns and the lust for revenge tears Bard from Kae. The blending of the beliefs and magicks of three cultures force a battle in the World Between Worlds.   Hotter than the desert sun, attraction blazes between Bard and Kaelea, but personal concerns and that ancient evil force them apart. Alone, and together, they discover answers, and their soulfire. But will it be enough to keep Bard in Kaelea's worlds and at her side? Excerpt He wasn't ready to die. The struggle to move one leg in preparation to rise was nearly more than his abused body could tolerate. He panted, the breath wheezing from his lungs. He would stand. Bard lifted his head. The painful widening of his eyes made him blink and glance away from the sight before him. When he looked again, tears blurred his vision until he blinked the dampness away. There had been nothing there before—had there? Where once had been nothing but sand, and sand upon more sand, now hovered a spot of lush green. Where once he had heard nothing but the wind scraping sand from the dunes, was now the faint tinkling of water upon stone. Where once there was despair, he found a rising hope. If the vision were only that—a vision—a trick of his exhausted mind... Bard didn't care. If it was cool, if there was shade to shield him from the sun, if there was water... A word of praise burst from his lips, breaking open a deep, dry crack and releasing a trickle of warm blood. Brows drawn close over his eyes, Bard licked the salty blood, winced at the stinging pain of his tender lip, and rose awkwardly to stand. He stared at the grove of trees. He took a step. Then another. Until he ran mindlessly. Fully expecting the trees to fade from sight as he neared them, he could not tear his eyes from the splotch of green and stumbled over the smooth sand. Flailing his arms, Bard regained his balance, paused, then ran again. The trees were still there. His heart sang with the joy of discovery, of hope. The trees were still there. Beneath his feet the sand gave way to more solid ground. The softness of patches of grass tickled between his toes, the bruised blades giving rise to a fresh, green scent. Bard smiled and slowed, listening, following the crystal sounds of water bubbling over rock. His soul surged with the promise of renewal. Soon his body would experience the renewal as well. First, he would drink. Then, if there was enough water to allow it, he would cover himself with moisture. Then, he would drink again. The siren's call drew him closer and he silently thanked the Guardians before asking forgiveness for his doubt. He inhaled deeply. Damp air caressed his nostrils and the lush scents provided him the Guardians' response. He would not doubt again . Rising over the sounds of the water came a new sound. Bard frowned. Singing? He stepped from under the trees onto a grassy knoll beside a wide, clear pool. The water called to him, urging him recklessly forward, but the bare back and flowing dark hair of the woman singing in the center of the pool froze him in place.