first time reading this author and was a nice sweet read i found it an enjoyable read with great story and characters looking forward to next book
Faery Folk, 1
When American Nora Casey heads for Ireland after breaking off her engagement, she's not looking for romance or love. When she meets a mysterious man, Felidmid Eamon, she's attracted. It's mutual and on the very day they meet, they make love with wild abandon outside beneath the sky.
Their relationship heats up after that but there are things that Nora can't quite understand. When Felidmid confesses that he is a Púca, she refuses to believe it. He does his best to show her the truth, but she won't accept it. When Nora won't believe him, he falls seemingly dead at her feet with a broken heart. Maeve, queen of the faeries, intervenes and Nora has two choices—to admit she loves Felidmid and agree to be his forever mate or walk away, leaving him dead. What will her choice be?
“‘Tis a fine and fair day, lady,” the stranger said.
If he hadn’t been so good-looking and sexy, Nora would have ignored his brash greeting and walked away, but instead, she paused. “It’s a lovely day,” she said, cringing at her broad American accent that seemed so flat compared to his. “I don’t believe I’ve met you.”
If she had, she would have remembered.
“Ye’ve not,” he said. “But now ye have. Might I accompany you?”
“You don’t even know where I’m going.”
“Aye, and it doesn’t matter. The sea is it, or the hills?”
“I planned to walk along the ocean.”
He offered her his arm. “Then we shall. I’m Felidmid Eamon.”
They strolled along the edge of the sea. It was more rocky than sandy, far different than the beaches she had visited back home in California and on the Gulf Coast. Nora preferred it, though, and favored the wildness of it. This was not a seashore dotted with sunbathers or surfers or hot dog stands, but an ancient ocean yet to be tamed.
The man at her side had a wildness about him too and she liked it. In many places, they had to walk on the edge of the hills overlooking the Atlantic. After a half hour, they stopped for a rest and sat down on large rocks facing the sea.
Although they’d talked as they walked, nothing of much importance had been said and she didn’t feel she knew him any more than in those first moments outside the cottage.
Nora wanted to ask him what he did for a living, if he lived in the area, or if he was also on holiday. She parted her lips to pose the questions but he drew her close and kissed her.
His lips burned with unholy fever, a fire that lit and kindled but never quenched. Nora yielded to him without protest and kissed him back, even as her body shivered with unbridled delight and her muscles went weak. Felidmid cradled her close yet still managed to undo the buttons on her blouse, then unfastened the front-closing bra beneath it. Her breasts tumbled free and he caressed them, his hands sure but gentle. He fondled each nipple in turn then took his mouth from hers to suckle one, then the other.
Nora all but ripped his shirt from his body and ran her fingers over his bare skin, marveling at the satin smoothness of it. Her nipples had turned into rocks at his touch and she moaned with delight as he used his tongue to lick each. Lower down, her pussy radiated heat and tensed with need.
Without stripping her naked on the rock, Felidmid maneuvered her into position then entered her willing space with finesse and power. His hands were smooth as silk, as gentle as a feather’s touch but his cock had the strength of steel. He entered her as if he brought a blade
home. The walls of her box clenched tight to guide him and caress his length. The thrill radiated through her as he shoved his cock in and out in ancient rhythm that teased before it satisfied. Under the sky, blue dotted with clouds that reminded her of cream on cobbler, beside the ocean, in the open they came together, bucking and seeking until release hit.
Felidmid slammed into her with the force of a strong wave, the energy of a tornado, and ripped away her inhibitions. She no longer cared that they were outside in a place where anyone and everyone might see. Instead, she gloried in it. With this man, in his arms, Nora had no more inhibitions, and shame was a foreign concept.