1. I am an Indiana born farmer’s daughter, which might explain my obsession with gardening.
2. I was one of the first women trained in combat. An incident involving a grenade may have delayed women the right to participate in combat for the last two decades.
3. My husband and I write cozy mysteries under the name M K Scott.
4. My husband’s ancestor was one Susannah Martin, who was hanged as a witch during the witch trials. We recently visited her memorial in Salem, MA. When we took a photo of it, a large ball of light showed up on the screen, which was odd considering it was night.
5. I made a butterfly and bee garden this year, which was amazingly successful. Even hummingbirds and goldfinches showed up to take advantage of the garden.
6. Every year, my husband and I attend the state fair. Last year, I got to hold a baby pig. Every Christmas, we go to the movies.
Meara vows to journey to Ireland to find her uncle, unaware of how perilous a journey it will be. Her Druidic father guides her through dreams, explaining her magical heritage. Her dead parent can’t help her with the intricacies of village life, especially when she catches the eye of the very engaged Braeden.
A whirlwind composed of equal parts menace, romance, and revelation sweep Meara across the continent while gathering allies and enemies with equal speed. Her intent to return to her family turns into a fight to survive her own destiny.
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Meara glanced back the way she had come realizing nothing looked familiar. How far had she’d wandered from the path. The rustle of movement and the snapping of nearby sticks sped up her heartbeat. A week ago, she’d panicked, sure, someone had followed her only to have a deer wander into the clearing, but this time two large shadows grew out of a nearby underbrush. People. She hadn’t expected this. Could they see her? One gestured in her direction and said something in a guttural language she couldn’t comprehend. The other answered in the same tongue. By the time, it took her to realize the men were after her, one had slipped behind her and grabbed her arm, pinning it painfully behind her back.
He spoke, as his companion reached out for her hair. "Kriegsbeute“
Meara twisted, knowing at an instinctual level she needed to get away from these strangers. The man holding her captive laughed, then muttered something before releasing her arm. She stumbled away recognizing an opportunity. A quick glance back showed the two of them being attacked by the bobbing lights. An occasional yelp assured her the attack was painful. They must be some type of glowing bees.
One hovered in front of her. Follow me. The musical voice sounded in her head. Besides the strangers behind her, there was no one else here. Certainly, no one with a voice as clear and bell-like that it reminded her of a raindrop or dew glistening on a flower. Somehow, this bobbing light placed the voice inside her own head. Her impulsive foray into the woods had landed her into a situation she didn‘t know how to handle. The shimmering light blinked, indicating a need to hurry.
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