Were ye sent by the fairy folk? Do no’ lie to me.

I do no’ think ye should lick me leg.

Learning to pipe isn’t easy. At first it always sounds worse than a chicken yard full of squawking adolescent roosters.

Holy fairy feathers, why does he have to be so handsome? Why couldn’t a haggard old man have washed ashore?

Are ye hungry?” she asked, her voice soothing.His stomach growled. “I could cut the heart out of a stag and eat it raw.”She chuckled. “Fortunately, we do no’ have to go to such extremes.

The softness of her touch, the emerald eyes gazing into his when they held hands and circled, attacked his defenses and flung them aside as if he were a helpless lad. If she’d come at...

Enya assessed him like a woman would a piece of fine cloth. “Rugged land for a rugged man.

His tongue tapped his top lip as he cupper her breast in his hand. “Tis boidhche –beautiful.

Are ye always standing like a stallion?”His low chuckle brought another wave of gooseflesh across her skin.”Only when Ye’re near.

Her breath caught when his erection shot to rigid. “Merciful Father, Ye’re like a stallion with a mare in heat.