Maxine Reigate discovers she is a Druid Priestess and as such is expected to help the Seelie Fae keep the Dark and monstrous Unseelie Fae behind their Prison Wall. The partners with her in this effort, are two very different and absolutely mesmerizing males. One is a Prince of the Fae, and the other--a High Druid Priest just revived after a two hundred year coma.
She travels to Scotland to stay at a warded castle belonging to the Druid, Julian MacTalbot. During this time, an obsessed and blood-drinking beautiful, evil and ancient woman decides she wants Maxie dead, and has the magical powers to achieve her goal. As Maxie's own magical mana develops, so does her love for one of her partners, and the question remains, will the one she chooses--be he right one?
excerpt:Here was her very own royal Fae, in all his human Glamour. His silver eyes were bright and his demeanor possessive as he swept through the room to come right up to take her hand and put it to his lips. Softly he whispered as he brought his eyes down to hers, "My Lia."
She was enchanted by the way he spoke to her, as though no other woman in the world held his interest. His manner could waken lust in a ninety-year-old woman who had forgotten romance long ago. He was the thing of dreams for all women. Breslyn fit the hero bill—if you discounted that he was a male Fae, of another race, and an immortal race at that.
She twinkled at her prince, and he chuckled. They made a happy sound together, but it made Julian's mood turn blacker. He stared at Maxie, who caught his look with some surprise. Why is Mr. Broody glaring at me?
She ignored him and said by way of introduction, "This is Breslyn, Royal Prince of Dagda." Max nodded towards Talbot. "And this is our host, his lordship, Julian Talbot." She stared at Julian, who was busy glaring at the prince.
