Quote for the Week of August 21, 2016

Traveling on the Isle of Skye. Photo by John Morgan

Traveling on the Isle of Skye.
Photo by John Morgan

“What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.”

–Ralph Waldo Emerson


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Quote for the Week of August 14, 2016

Believe you can change your stars!

“Do not fight the passion of change. Accept your fate and change the stars.”

–Dragon Knight’s Ring

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Release day for DRAGON KNIGHT’S RING!


The epic conclusion to the Order of the Dragon Knights is here! DRAGON KNIGHT’S RING! By the time you’ve read this, many will already have their digital or print copy. I’m filled with so many emotions. This has been an amazing journey, and I hope you will be happy with the final story.

The early reviews have been outstanding…

“Let yourself be swept away through time to Scotland, and enjoy the wonderful conclusion to the world of the Dragon Knights. Mary Morgan has outdone herself with Dragon Knight’s Ring, her fifth story and last installment! Lovers of time travel romance filled with magic, dragons, druids, and faes are in for a treat!” ~ Nicole Laverdure, Books & Benches.

“This series has been wonderful to read. I have lived the land of the Dragon Knights, known their courage, pain, and eventual victory. I knew this was the last of the series, so I felt much like I had to say good-bye to very good friends.  Instead of an author’s note at the end of the story, Adam MacFearguis leaves a note.  It puts a smile on my face knowing this isn’t the last I’ve seen of this wonderful set of characters.” ~ Booktalk with Eileen

There will be many parties this month to celebrate this book. The first, a grand party on facebook this Sunday, August 14, from 1:00pm-6:00pm PST. There will be fabulous guest authors, contests, prizes, and tons of fun! Please rsvp now, and you still have time to enter the pre-giveaway contest. The prize? A charm bracelet with all five of my book covers! Here’s the link: https://www.facebook.com/events/925259710929805/

And here’s a special treat. My first book trailer for the Order of the Dragon Knights! Enjoy!

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dragon-Knights-Ring-Order-Book-ebook/dp/B01HDWY8S2/

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dragon-knights-ring-mary-morgan/1123986946?ean=2940158146312

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/dragon-knight-s-ring

Apple iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dragon-knights-ring/id1133781893?mt=11

The Wild Rose Press: http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/4468-dragon-knight-s-ring.html

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-dragonknight039sring-2061155-143.html

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Medieval Monday ~ Celebrating Nature: The Seventh Son by Ashley York


Welcome to Medieval Monday! We’re wrapping up our final week of celebrating nature, and I’m thrilled to have my friend, Ashley York here today. She’s sharing a fabulous excerpt from her book, The Seventh Son.

Medieval Monday will return with a new theme at the end of September.

Excerpt: The day Tisa arrived at her new home it was dark and stormy. They’d been keeping ahead of the impending rain the whole day. From the rise overlooking the sea, dark, angry clouds hugged the coastline, making it impossible to see the ocean. The sound of crashing waves pounding along the rocky shore made her stop. Her mount shifted beneath her as if wary as well. Darragh come up alongside and pointed out the little cluster of roundhouses nestled into the valley below.

“That is yer new home,” he said.

Several small buildings surrounded a larger longhouse in the center. It appeared quite peaceful despite the many barren trees no longer protecting it from the sea breezes.

“It looks peaceful.”

He snorted beside her. “Dunna be fooled. There is nothing about my father, including his clan, that is peaceful but ye’ve witnessed that yerself.”

His father had been relentless in keeping track of their whereabouts. He’d continued to impose on them, making lewd suggestions when they separated from the group at night. Tisa would almost believe she had become dulled by his comments. Almost.

“Darragh!” Aodh barked at his son. “See to the ships.”

Her husband sighed. “Father, I will see my bride settled before leaving her alone.”

Aodh laughed. A cruel laugh. The belittling laugh he often used with his son. “Afraid to leave her unprotected?”

Darragh turned to face the man that had come up behind him. “Aye, I will have her well protected before I venture off to see to yer ships.”

Aodh smiled at her. “But I’ve been so patient.”

“Then be patient about yer ships!”

Darragh took the reins of Tisa’s horse and led them both down the graceful hillside ahead of the others.

Tisa dared not breathe at this blatant show of disobedience. Once out of earshot, she whispered to her husband.

“Darragh, he is still not following.”

“I’ve shocked him into immobility.”

Blurb: Drogheda, Ireland 1075

The sixth son bears a curse as certain as the seventh son bears a blessing. When Tadhg MacNaughton’s betrothed is ripped from his arms and married to another, he believes the legend is true.

Tisa O’Brien’s life slams into a downward spiral at the news she is no longer betrothed to the love of her life but to the tanist of a warring, prideful clan with dangerous political aspirations, the Meic Lochlainn. She faces her destiny with all the strength and dignity of her Irish heritage despite dealing with a husband who resents her and meets his needs in the arms of others, fighting off the lustful advances of her father-in-law, Aodh, and longing for the husband of her heart.

Tadhg MacNaughton makes a deal with the devil to ensure the survival of his clan as he is commanded to fight for Aodh who envisions himself the new High King of Eire. Up close and personal, Tadhg must witness his true love’s marriage and remain silent even as it rips him apart. When a sinister plot to overthrow King William of England led by the exiled Leofrid Godwin and Clan Meic Lochlainn comes to light, Tadhg is faced with saving his clan or endangering his sister and her Norman husband.

An Irish beauty and a warrior betrayed, doomed in love from the start or does fate have something else in store for them?

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Quote for the Week of August 7, 2016

On the road in the Highlands of Scotland. Photo by John Morgan

On the road in the Highlands of Scotland.
Photo by John Morgan

“In the beginning there was light. But it grew lonely and asked the darkness to join her. Yet, soon thereafter, the darkness became jealous and tried to rid the world of her brilliance.”

–Dragon Knight’s Ring

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My Blog Hop Winner ~ Midsummer Magic on the Isle of Skye Post!






Thanks to everyone who participated in The Wild Rose Press Summer Treats and Reads Blog Hop! This was so much fun and I hope you enjoyed it, too! Now for my winner…

Congratulations, Helen Maddix! You’ve won a signed print copy of Dragon Knight’s Medallion! Please send me an email with your mailing address to: moirarose415@yahoo.com

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Medieval Monday ~ Celebrating Nature: Knight Errant by Rue Allyn


Welcome to Medieval Monday and our ongoing theme of celebrating nature. I’m delighted to have as my guest, the lovely Rue Allyn. She’s sharing a fantastic excerpt from her book, Knight Errant. Absolutely love this cover!


By moonlight, Robert and Juliana flee a trap. The environment plays a huge part in the success or failure of their escape.


Under cloudy skies, they made their way in silence to the stables and were lucky enough to encounter no one. Juliana kept watch while Robert saddled the horses and muffled their hooves with rags. He handed her the mare’s reins, then pointed toward an exit at the back of the stables.

“But the gate is over there,” she whispered.

“Aye, and ’twill be watched. We must find a postern and leave that way,” he whispered back.

“And if that, too, is watched?”

“’Tis likely to have only one guard, if that, and I can deal silently with one man.”

Taking care to be quiet and watch for guards, they made their way along the wall until they found the unguarded postern. The gate opened with very little noise. Leading the horses, they picked their way carefully over the rocky ground that separated the country home from the hills a league distant.

They had covered half the distance when a shout went up from the house.

“Our departure is discovered. We must hurry.” Robert grasped Juliana about the waist and lifted her into her saddle, then bent to remove the cloth from the horses’ hooves and tossed the rags behind a nearby bush.

“At least we still have the cover of the clouds. They do not yet know where we are.”

“But not for long.” Robert leapt to his saddle and pointed toward the sky.

Juliana followed his gesture to see the moon edging out from behind its cloudy curtain.

“Oh no.”

“The moment that moonlight strikes your white horse we will be as visible as if we had a beacon to light the way.”

Juliana wasted no time in reply but set her mare to a ground-eating lope.             Robert sent his destrier thundering after her, praying they would reach the hills in time to lose their pursuers. He held to the pace of her smaller mount, using himself and his larger horse to shelter Juliana. So swift a ride over unfamiliar terrain in the dark held as many dangers as a hoard of pursuers. One misstep could break a neck, but given the consequences of being caught, a broken neck was worth the risk.

They raced onward. Still, the sounds of pursuit grew closer with each stride. He could see the mare was tiring. Arrows flew past his head. As Juliana’s steed continued to fail, he shifted the reins to one hand and with the other plucked her from her saddle to place her facing him on the broad pommel of his saddle.

“Hold on,” he yelled.

He waited only to feel her arms tighten around his waist, then urged the destrier to even greater speed. Fury washed through him. He wanted to kill the men who placed Juliana in such danger. But first he had to get her to safety.

Mother of God, help us find cover quickly. He headed away from the trail to Palermo, hoping to create false confidence in their pursuers. He knew quite well where he was, but they would believe him to be lost. To make the deception work, he must first elude them.

The howls from the pack of men sounded entirely too close. Robert spied a dip in the hillside and rode hard for it. He splashed over a small stream and turned to follow a rocky cleft that time had carved in the hill. Sharp cliffs rose on both sides, blocking the moonlight.

The pursuers’ shouts echoed off the walls of the passage. He dodged between a pair of rocks, away from the stream and out of sight of the pack. He had to find shelter soon. His gelding could not keep this pace for much longer.

“On your left. I think I see a space.” Juliana’s words flew at him. “It’s behind us now.”

Robert hauled on the reins, guiding the horse at her direction. A bush blocked the way. He shifted his weight and tightened his thighs until the destrier leapt and cleared the bush. They hit the ground with a jarring thud and nearly ran headlong into the cliff face. He reined in hard, and the gelding turned, missing the wall by a hair. The awkward movement threw Robert off balance, and he crashed against the stone. Juliana grunted at the impact.

“Left again.”

Robert complied, spying the narrow gorge in that moment. He ordered the steed into the space. Instantly, the sounds of pursuit became muffled. With moonlight blocked, the gorge was darker than pitch. The horse had to step with slow care.

Dotted with boulders and brush, eventually the way broadened. The moon cast huge shadows and distorted perception. Sounds of pursuit had ceased some time ago. But rage still flooded Robert. Half of him wished the pack would catch them so he could gut each and every one of the men. The saner half knew he would be lucky to get Juliana back to the beguinage in one piece. Robert moved from rock to bush to rock, winding and shifting his path in an attempt to confuse any followers. Sometime later, he stumbled upon a shallow cave.

Keeping to the shadows, he reined to a halt and observed the lay of the land. The cliff face would guard their backs. Approach from the front was restricted by the slim crevasse through which they had just traveled. The place was defensible against a small number. If a large group attacked, he would just have to slit Juliana’s throat to save her a more painful fate and then kill as many of the attackers as possible before he died, too. His breath stopped for a moment at the thought of Juliana dead. The rage that sustained him since her capture faltered in the face of fear that she might die by his hand.

He could not let her die, and if that meant he never took revenge on those who sought to capture her, so be it. Her safety came first. This place was as safe as any other the night would provide.

The horse huffed, drawing in great gulps of air. The destrier needed rest and water. Robert ached in every bone. Juliana must feel ten times his pain. She could scarce be used to such hard riding. She was strangely silent, he thought, as he shifted to help her to the ground.

Blood trickled from a cut on her forehead, where a lump formed. More blood oozed from a band of scrapes across one cheek and dripped down her neck. Below that, from shoulder to wrist of one arm, her sleeve lay in shreds, dotted with flecks of dirt and a darker red.


She slipped sideways, and he caught her before she fell. ’Twas a wonder she had not fallen off during their escape. He struggled to lower them both to the ground. That the horse was too exhausted to object to the awkward process was a dubious blessing.

He carried Juliana into the cave, checked for sign of animal inhabitants, then searched her for more injuries. Try though he might, he could find nothing but scrapes and bruises. What had happened to her? Could he have done anything to prevent it? He knew he could not, and fury rippled through him once more that the monk and his men had dared threaten her well-being. He clenched his fists against the urge to strike out.

He forced gentleness into his hands and made her as comfortable as possible. Then he went back to the horse for his small store of water and a cloth to clean her cuts as best he could. Close inspection of her face showed him parched lips.

Robert soaked a clean corner of the cloth and squeezed a trickle of water between her lips, then passed the dampened rag over her mouth. Her tongue licked out, and a groan issued as she turned her head to follow the moisture.

“Juliana? Can you hear me?”

Her eyelids fluttered open. “Robert,” she croaked and lifted the hand of her uninjured arm to her face. “My head hurts. My whole body hurts, and my arm feels like it is on fire.”

He nearly laughed with relief at her small complaints when he had been so very worried about her. “The skin is scraped, but your arm is whole. Do you know where you are?”

She cast a sideways glance and quirked a brow at him. “Lying in the dirt, more than a day’s ride from Palermo?”

“Good. You have not lost your senses. Do you know what happened? How you scraped your face and tore the skin of your arm to shreds?”

She coughed.

He gave her more water.

“The cliff. When you jumped the bush and turned so quickly, I hit the cliff face with that side of my body and head.”

He nodded. “I should kill that monk and his men for forcing you to this.”

“One against so many?” She gave a dry laugh. “You are a mighty warrior, Robert, but even you could not take out more than one at a time.”

“True.” He had to laugh with her. She was right. “Still, I regret that I cannot wreak vengeance on them. ’Twould ease the pain of failing to save other women from death and destruction.”

Juliana yawned, stretched, and reclined on the ground, cushioning her cheek on her hand. “I am so tired, I thought you spoke of rescuing other women. That’s foolish. There are no other women here.”

He stared at her before turning away. “Sleep. I will keep watch from atop that rock.” He pointed at a man-sized boulder beside the cave. “If you need aught, come to me there. Do not call out. That could alert any searchers to our position.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She nodded but was asleep before he left.

After Robert checked the horse, he tethered him loosely near some sparse grass within sight of both cave and rock. He climbed the rock, finding a sheltered perch from which he could survey the surrounding countryside.

While moonlight faded to dawn, he spent the time plotting what he would do should he ever meet Fra Giovanni again. When he could no longer fight sleep and the day was too hot for their pursuers to continue the search, Robert climbed down and joined Juliana in the cave.


Beguine follower Juliana Verault holds the key to upending the power structure throughout Europe – a letter from the pope that could radically change the church’s stance on women – but only if she can dodge the bounty hunter her cousin, King Edward I of England, has sent for her. Sir Robert Clarwyn has never failed to bring home his target before . . . but he has also never encountered a quarry like Lady Juliana.

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My guest next week on Medieval Monday is Ashley York!

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Quote for the Week of July 31, 2016

Bee among the lavender. Photo by John Morgan

Bee among the lavender.
Photo by John Morgan

“Breathe in the renewal of light and exhale the sadness of yesterday.”

–Dragon Knight’s Ring

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Mary’s Tavern Recipes ~ Chocolate Shortbread

Welcome to Mary's Tavern1!

Welcome! As promised, I’m including my recipe for Chocolate Shortbread. If you missed the post in the tavern for Lemon Shortbread, click here to enter.

I love chocolate and this shortbread doesn’t last long in my home. It’s great alone or with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.


IMG_3828Chocolate Shortbread

½ cup butter, softened

1 ½ tablespoons cocoa powder

½ cup powdered sugar

½ teaspoon vanilla

1 cup unsifted flour

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.

Cream the butter until it is light. Mix in the powdered sugar, cocoa, and vanilla. Now mix in flour until just combined. Place dough on board and knead until smooth. Spray your shortbread pan (If you don’t have a ceramic shortbread pan, you can use a round can pan).

Firmly press the dough into your pan. Prick the entire surface with a fork, and bake the shortbread for 30-35 minutes, or until lightly browned. Let the shortbread cool in its pan for about 10 minutes. Loosen the edges with a knife and flip the pan over onto a wooden cutting board. Cut the shortbread into serving pieces while it is still warm.







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Medieval Monday ~ Celebrating Nature: Elsbeth by Lane McFarland


Welcome to Medieval Monday, where we’re celebrating nature and sharing excerpts from our Medieval romance stories. Today, my guest is the wonderful Lane McFarland. She sharing a beautiful scene from her book, Elsbeth. Enjoy, my friends!


Exhausted from a sleepless night spent on the unforgiving ground, Elsbeth curled on her side with Mum’s little wooden cross clutched in her hand. She stared at the campfire’s dying embers glowing through charred wood and ash. It would be light soon, and the group would continue their journey to Stonecrest.

Conflicting emotions churned her stomach like turbulent tides. Her heart fluttered at the memory of riding with Brandon but squeezed when she recalled his violent nature. She closed her eyes and tried to conjure Fabien’s image, his light hair and smiling face. But Brandon’s dark eyes and boyish grin emerged before her.

Wishing to get the man out of her head, she rose and wrapped her blanket around her shoulders. Bea slept beside the orphans, and Brandon’s men lay clustered in the small clearing. Elsbeth tiptoed from camp and strolled along a narrow dirt path, winding through trees and down to the loch. Brisk air blew off the water, and chill bumps peppered her skin. She rubbed her arms and tugged the blanket tighter about her neck.

Dawn bathed the awakening forest in golden hues, and fog wafted off the tranquil loch. A black-throated diver floated across the pond. The industrious bird disappeared beneath the surface, leaving nothing but ripples in its place. As she’d done so many times beside Da’s loch, Elsbeth studied the calm water and tried to guess where the creature would re-appear. Moments passed. Not even an air-bubble crested. Without so much as a splash, the creature bobbed to the top with a wiggling fish in its black bill.

Wistful memories of playing with her sisters while Mum and Da rested beneath a shade tree surfaced. Three long years had passed since she’d last seen her family. She was homesick and longed for those precious, carefree days.

The sun stretched, sending its warming rays through an arbor of branches and leaves. Brushing aside her melancholy, Elsbeth continued along the light-dappled trail. A thunderous roar drifted on the wind, and she hurried downhill to view the water cascading over a stone ledge. Mist off the noisy flow dotted her face, and a rainbow of blue, red, and yellow arched from one side of the falls to the other.

She hiked her skirt, hopped to a flat stone, then another, and landed on a grey boulder positioned before the falls. Stretching her legs, she settled in to enjoy the stunning view.

A torrent poured over the shelf’s edge into a deep pool. Spray wafted from the churning white water, sprinkling lush vegetation bordering a trail that snaked alongside the basin and disappeared behind the falls. Her gaze traveled across the deluge to the far side. Pleased to see the trail continued, she wondered what creatures stole behind the wall of water.

Her mind wandered back to Brandon McLeod. It aggravated her that he affected her so. She must keep her distance, but accomplishing such a feat while traveling with him would not be easy. Once Da arrived, she would leave the commander’s care and return home with the orphans. Until then, she would endeavor to stay away from the man.

Sadness washed over her and seeped into her heart. By all accounts, the plan should give her a sense of resolution, but the thought of leaving Brandon caused lonesome emptiness.

Something burst through the falls and dove into the deep pool.

Elsbeth gasped. She drew her legs beneath her bottom, poised to sprint. Her heart raced, and her gaze darted across the rippling water.

A man emerged.


Her breath caught at the sight of his broad shoulders and chiseled muscles. Black hair covered his sculpted chest and abdomen. He shook his head and droplets sluiced along his bronzed skin.

She swallowed, and her interest roamed lower, but the water’s shadowed darkness concealed his…other attributes.

He ran a hand through his wet hair as he waded in the basin.

She couldn’t look away. Curiosity and more than a twinge of disappointment piqued. Her eyes strained, and she craned her neck to have a better angle.

He raised his head, and his eyes locked on hers.

Heavens! He’d caught her admiring him. What the devil was wrong with her?

His boyish grin returned. “Good morn, Sister.”


Elsbeth MacDougall recoils at the violent Scottish rebellion and the bleak plight of orphans. Vowing to protect the homeless, she embarks on a journey to Scone and sets her course to become a nun, sheltering children from the cruelties of war. But when Brandon McLeod arrives at the Abby, he shakes her convictions and stirs provoking emotions she buried long ago.

After English soldiers murder his family, Brandon McLeod determines a course of revenge and leads numerous clans in Scotland’s fight for freedom. Bent on the annihilation of English oppression, he is resolved to a life of solitude, vowing never to marry and chance the pain of losing loved ones again. However, that was before he met the enchanting Elsbeth.

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My guest next week on Medieval Monday is Rue Allyn!

The Wild Rose Press Summer Treats and Reads Blog Hop is still happening! If you haven’t had a chance to enter, do so here!



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