Wow! Has it really been two years since my first book, Dragon Knight’s Sword was released into the world? Duncan MacKay and Brigid O’Neill stormed into the world and for the rest of the year topped charts and found a following of loyal readers. I’m still in awe and stunned by the outpouring of love and support for all the Dragon Knights!
I love a good party, so I’ve decided to mark this month as a celebration–a party for everyone. Each week, I’m featuring one of my books. I’ll share some secrets and/or facts about what when on “behind the scenes” of each story. Giving you more insight to the Dragon Knights.
At the end of the month, I will share the cover for Dragon Knight’s Ring–the fifth and final book in the series! Hopefully, I’ll have some more good news to share with you, too!
Yet, this week it’s all about Duncan and Brigid–from the gorgeous cover to their heart-wrenching story. Of course, they did get their “happily-ever-after!” I loved their journey! However, this was my first bit of writing.
Dragon Knight’s Sword was the only book where I deleted an entire chapter and removed several scenes. It was needed. Over the next few weeks, I’m sharing portions of that chapter. Before I share part one, I’m doing a giveaway! For a chance to win this gift package, tell me your favorite part of Dragon Knight’s Sword. I will choose one random winner on Friday.
After Brigid met with Professor “Archie” McKibben regarding the sword she received, she went to a place she worked at in college: O’Malley’s Pub. Enjoy!
PART ONE of deleted chapter ~ Dragon Knight’s Sword
The storm finally lost some of its strength, but Brigid’s mood had darkened. Her mind couldn’t process all the information she had learned from the professor today.
“Return a Highland sword that could possibly have mystical powers to Scotland?” Laughter bubbled within her and spilled forth. “Of all the fantastical, illogical theories I have ever heard!”
Rubbing her nose, she shook her head. Yet, why was this tale so difficult to believe? A tiny part of her actually thought—wanted it to be true. Scotland was a land filled with mist-covered hills and a sense of magic.
“Magic, my ass!” Brigid slammed her palm onto the steering wheel. She was tired, her head hurt, and just this once, she wanted the rain to stop.
Taking the next exit, Brigid headed toward O’Malley’s Pub. Sighing, she craved some food, a pint, and to see her friend, Patrick—owner of the pub. During her college years, she worked for him. He had filled her head with many a tale of Ireland and Scotland, too. The atmosphere at O’Malley’s was warm, boisterous, and loving—a perfect place to process and clear her mind.
Pulling into the parking lot, Brigid yanked her hood up and dashed out of her car. The skies opened up and she pulled her hood more firmly around her face. Dodging a puddle, she almost collided with another couple emerging from the pub.
“Oops, sorry,” said the man. His girlfriend giggled and pulled him back into her arms. With a sigh, Brigid gazed at their retreating backs—so happy and in love. They only had eyes for each other. Another depressing thought to add to the growing list she was compiling.
“That’ right, Bree. No guy in your life, only within your dreams.”
Walking into the pub, the aroma of food, and the warmth of the place surrounded her, and Brigid smiled. “Home away from home,” she whispered.
“Well, bless my soul! Look what the cat dragged in from this foul weather.” Patrick pointed a finger at her. “Or should I say, hounds of hell?” Before Brigid had a chance to remove her coat, he embraced her in a bear hug. “You look tired.”
“It’s good to see you, too,” she said dryly.
He chuckled. “Tell me all about it after you’ve had a pint and some food. Here, let me take your coat.”
“Gladly.” Removing the wet item, Brigid handed it to her friend.
Patrick glanced over his shoulder. “Maggie, pour a pint for Brigid!” He ushered her to a nearby booth. “Do you want the special burger on the menu tonight?”
She eyed her friend skeptically. “It depends. The last recipe experiment was not one of my favorites.” Brigid’s nose curled in disgust recalling the Brussels sprouts turkey creation.
Patrick scratched his chin. “Yes, that was one of my least favorite ones, too. However, I have a new chef—Thomas. He’s itching to try this new one on the locals. He’s added Irish bacon and the sauce is delicious. Thomas says it’s an old family secret.” Patrick leaned close to her. “But between you and me, I think it’s a good dram of Irish whiskey.”
Brigid rubbed her hands together. “It sounds heavenly.”
Giving her a wink, he glanced over his shoulder. “Maggie! Where’s the pint for Brigid?”
Maggie glared at him across the room. “Is everyone deaf around here, Patrick that you need to yell?” She pointed to the pint at the end of the bar.
Brigid waved to the woman. “Thanks, Maggie.”
Maggie blew her a kiss and resumed speaking with another customer.
He shrugged and turned back to Brigid. “Got to keep them on their toes, right? I’ll go get your pint and put in a meal order. Extra fries?”
Brigid nodded and leaned back against the soft cushions. Closing her eyes, she relaxed her shoulders.
Soon Patrick returned with her pint and settled in across from her. She took several sips. “Good,” she murmured. “There are days when I miss working here.” Placing the glass down, she gazed into the dark amber foam, until she felt his hand cover hers.
“What is it, lass? You know I worked you like a dog some days. Now here you’re telling me you miss those days?”
Seeing the worry on his face, Brigid didn’t want to burden him with everything. Yet, perhaps she could share part of her story.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this scene. Part two next week, along with secrets from Dragon Knight’s Medallion!