The awesome and talented Mary Morgan is taking over my blog today to tell us about a favorite place in the Fae Realm.
The Pleasure Gardens of the Fae Realm
As I’ve stated in previous accounts, the Fae realm is a world rich in legends, colors, and senses. Everything about their world is heightened, including sexual pleasure.
Here is the description for the gardens from the Glossary in Destiny of a Warrior…
PLEASURE GARDENS: A vast, luscious garden where the Fae may find others for sexual pleasures.
Ever since I discussed the Pleasure Gardens within the Fae realm in the first book, Quest of a Warrior, I knew one day the garden had to be explored in one of my stories. With each Fenian Warriors’ story, you heard them mention this potent place. Often times, one of the warriors would berate himself for not taking advantage of what the garden had to offer, before he took up a mission above in the human world.
Regardless, part of a Fenian Warriors’ training required them to forsake of any temptations as discussed between Aidan Kerrigan and Flynn in Destiny of a Warrior…
A shadow of annoyance passed briefly over his friend’s features. “Intoxication in any form is a hindrance to the Fae. Power can fill our bodies, flood our veins, and heighten our senses.”
“As with any drug, woman, or libation,” countered Aidan, releasing his grip on the sword. “This is why I order all initiates to undergo a year without all three. If I deem they cannot control their basic urges, then they are not creditable to continue with their training.”
Let me tempt you further with an additional snippet…
As he directed his sight elsewhere, Aidan noticed the lovers under a tree heavy with peaches. The woman straddled the man in a provocative pose, feeding him portions of the fruit. She trailed a piece over her lush breast, enticing the man to taste both—fruit and flesh. Aidan fought the urge to join them and suckle the sticky juices from her skin.
Averting his gaze, he followed the dewy grass across the bridge to a more intimate part of the gardens. He stepped around the fountain of ambrosia, bubbling with the cool, sweet scent of honey and spices. More lovers were crowded around, enjoying the delights of the enthralling liquor. Wildflowers dotted the scenery, encouraging some to gather the flowers and arrange them into garlands for their lover’s head.
When the magical whisper of a soft kiss touched the back of his neck, his skin tingled. A groan escaped his lips, and he turned around.
Her smile was seductive as she approached. “It has been eons since you’ve visited, Aidan Kerrigan. What brings the mighty leader of the Fenian Warriors into the Pleasure Gardens?”
“Mina,” he acknowledged, trying not to take in her luscious form—minus any clothing. “Perhaps you can assist me?”
She laughed, and Aidan realized his mistake in the question he posed.
Trailing her fingers over his silver torc and down his chest, she whispered, “I have long waited for this day. You shall be my greatest conquest. To give you pleasure like no other.”
The sensual atmosphere clouded his mind. Aidan was not making himself clear. He clasped his hands behind his back, not trusting himself. “I’m in search of the elusive MacGregor brothers.”
I’ve devoted an entire chapter to these gardens. Be forewarned and prepared. It’s sensual, and so are the Fae.
DESTINY OF A WARRIOR, Legends of the Fenian Warriors, Book 4
By Mary Morgan
Release date: June 5, 2019
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Genre: Fantasy/Celtic Mythology/Folktales
"You met him in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their greatest legend!”
As leader of the Fenian Warriors, Aidan Kerrigan’s accolades are many and his loyalty to the Fae unwavering. When an unexpected mission sends him to the human world and a chance encounter with Rose MacLaren, he’s tempted for the first time in his existence to discard duty and claim what is forbidden.
Rose MacLaren, a Society of the Thistle member, yearns to expand her botanical knowledge with her love of history. After her rescue by a handsome stranger, she is compelled to look beyond what her rational mind comprehends and unravel the secret of the standing stones, as well as the man who captivates her.
In a mystical world ruled by ancient laws and edicts, can a fierce warrior choose a path destined for love? And will a woman honoring the ways of the land believe in a myth only spoken of in legends? If they do, will their love be enough to defy death’s punishment?
Flexing his fingers, Aidan yearned to bring some light into the dreary situation. Rose’s rigid stance against the vehicle spoke volumes. While her back was turned, he magically brought forth a red rose. Striding across the muddy terrain, he presented the flower over her shoulder.
Her indrawn breath at his gift resonated within him. “How lovely, Aidan. I don’t recall seeing any roses on the property.” She grasped the flower, but winced. “Ouch.”
Stepping around in front of her, Aidan removed the rose from her delicate fingers and placed it on the roof of the vehicle. Droplets of blood oozed from the damage done by the thorn. Without thinking of the consequences, Aidan brought her injured finger to his lips. Instantly, the taste of her blood ignited a war in his veins. Passion so intense slammed into his body. As he released her hand, his gaze roamed over her features.
Rose was his land—his home. A part of him fractured with the realization. When did his world tilt off its axis? There was no firm compass anymore. No sure direction, save one. Rose.
The roar of desire hummed into his being, and Aidan crushed her to his chest. His hand took her face and held it gently. He covered her mouth hungrily, seeking entry into her velvet softness with his tongue. When her moan slid inside of him, Aidan groaned. Her scent consumed him.
Emotions within him whirled and skidded. Unable to control the flood of so many, he swayed and broke free from the kiss. These feelings were foreign to him, but he no longer feared them.
Aidan breathed heavily, keeping her at arm’s length. The sensuous flame of desire reflected back within her sparkling emerald eyes. “Forgive me?”
“Not for the kiss, Aidan,” her tone low and sultry.
Slowly, he took hold of her hand and kissed her finger, which was now healed from his touch. “I meant the thorn.”
Her tongue darted out along her bottom lip, enticing him further. “Not for the thorn, either,” she admitted, plucking the rose off the top of the vehicle. “Isn’t it time you showed me your other castle, Aidan?”
“Croí Dragon. That is the name of my keep.”
Rose placed her hand on his chest. “Dragon Heart.”
Legends of the Fenian Warriors
About the Author:
Award-winning Celtic paranormal and fantasy romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.
Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. Inspired by her love for history and ancient Celtic mythology, her tales are filled with powerful warriors, brave women, magic, and romance. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling by writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.
If you enjoy history, tortured heroes, and a wee bit of magic, then time-travel within the pages of her books.
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