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© 2008, Tambra Kendall Reviews For CELTIC LOVE KNOTS Volume 9 by Tambra Kendall Celtic Love Knots Vol. 9 by Tambra Kendall is made up of two wonderfully written stories. The way the author presents the story will have the reader swept away into a whole new world. The characters are so strong and so mesmerizing you are ready to embark on the journey along side them. There is never a dull moment. The stories are filled with action and adventure and steamy scenes, which will have the reader glued to the pages to see what will happen next. I really enjoyed reading both stories and I'm sure others will feel the same. Reviewed by Beth Senters, ParaNormal Romance Reviews Tambra Kendall has captured my heart with her Celtic short tales. I love the stories because they're both erotic as well as romantic. Ms. Kendall has the love of the Celtic in her blood and that comes through in these stories. I wish she would continue writing in this genre, it suits her well. 5 Hearts, Book Reviews by Crystal Wicked Temptations is a wonderful and wickedly written story. It reminded me of the series Charmed without the other two sisters. You can feel the magic and passion sizzling in the air. But this type of story would not be as thrilling without a villain or bad-ass goblin. Just when you think the story is ending, you will be surprised as there is more than meets the eye. The Dark Mist is an enjoyable and magically written story with steamy hot wild sex. Reviewed by Amy, Bitten By Books Sample Chapter For CELTIC LOVE KNOTS Volume 9 by Tambra Kendall Wicked Temptations Cameron drained his glass, rose from his chair, and picked up his bowl. She took his dish and rinsed it. His seductive gaze heated her like the fine whisky they just shared. “Exactly what kind of talents do MacLeod women possess?” She traced his jaw with her finger and, her voice husky and low, said, “Tonight, you’ve seen we can cook. But there are other ways to tempt a man. You don’t have to leave, Cameron.” Laria gently tugged his head down so she could kiss him. The tip of her tongue traced his lips and his mouth opened. She sipped and nipped, taking in Cameron’s essence. When she pulled away, she whispered, “Thank you for listening to my proposition.” “Best damn proposition I’ve received in a long time.” He smoothed the loose strands of hair from her face and pulled her close. “The night doesn’t have to end.” His hard, warm cock bulged in his denims; her hand reached between them; her fingers rubbing the length of him. Cameron groaned and lifted her onto the table. He pushed the remaining dishes further up the large table. He tugged off her boots and socks. Laria touched the hem of her sweater to pull it over her head. “No, lass, I want to kiss and explore every inch of your body as I undress you.” Her pussy clenched in anticipation. She swallowed to slow her uneven breathing. “I’ve never set out to seduce a man before. You’re the first.” Cameron pushed the soft material up, baring her stomach. His calloused hand brushed her sensitive skin. The slight friction made her arch into his touch. “Aye, I’m honored, Laria.” He smiled before he dipped his head to taste a beaded nipple, then the other. “Cameron, you’re going too slow.” She wanted to feel him. All of him. Now. “All in good time, lass.” Finally, his hands unbuttoned her blue jeans. She looped her arms around his neck, so he could lift her ass from the table. “You’re wearing too many clothes, Cameron.” Laria felt the magic rise within her—tingling, alive and mixing with her passion. Cameron quickly shed his clothes and Laria stroked his rigid length. She held him in her hand, tracing the smooth sensitive tip. “I want it fast and hard on this table. Then we can continue in the bedroom.” Laria watched his eyes flare with desire at her words. “Lean back, lass.” Cameron knelt between her legs and dropped the lightest of kisses on her swollen slit. He scooped his hands beneath her ass and licked. Laria jumped and gasped. Goddess, it had been so long. “Hold still.” He grinned and resumed his position, and loved her with his mouth. He sucked, nibbled, blew, and licked until her orgasm hit with an intensity she never experienced. “Bed…now.” Laria could barely speak. “With pleasure, my little witch.” Cameron carried her to the bedroom then gently laid her on the bed. He straddled her, looked to the right, and said, “I was right, you are a witch.” Laria ran her palms over his flat, muscled abs. “Does it bother you?” “No, it doesn’t. I revere the Old Ways as well. And, Laria, after this, know you will be mine and no other’s.” She wrapped her legs around his waist. “What are you waiting for?” Cameron thrust. His thick hardness filled her and she moaned from the pleasure of it. Her hips rocked, taking him deeper. He increased the pace and found Laria digging her nails into his back. When he petitioned the Old Ones to guide him to the woman of his soul, thrice he’d dreamed of Laria, each one more intense and sensual than the next. His little witch didn’t stand a chance, for their lives were meant to be shared. The moment she looked at him, he was lost. This was more than physical. Her muscle walls contracted, sucking him farther into her wet heat. Any second now, she would drench him in her sweet juices. One more thrust…he arched and called her name. Laria tightened her legs around his waist; her hands gripped his ass, holding him to her as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm. He reached down and gathered her in his arms. With her legs still secured behind his back, he made his way to the sofa. She kissed him then laid her head on his shoulder. “That was the most bloody incredible sex I’ve ever experienced.” “Aye, lass. Those were the exact words I would’ve used too.” Cameron lifted the end of her braid and untied the ribbon. “I want to see your hair unbound.” He shifted his fingers through her waist-length tresses. She smelled sweet, like her desserts. A wicked temptation. The door opened, and the cats trooped in and stared at Laria. “It’s time for their dinner. Would you like a snack too?” She claimed his lips in a tender kiss. “I’ll hurry.” Her firm arse swayed and his arousal stirred. Cameron padded across the carpet and followed her. “Lass, as much as I would love to spend the night with you, I can’t. I have an early case in the morning.” Laria closed the kitty kibble and took his hands in hers. “I understand. Can we meet later in the afternoon?” “Aye. I want to spend as much time as I can with you.” He raised her wrist and tasted the tender flesh. She made a purring sound of pleasure deep in her throat. He stole a quick kiss and released her. “Like that, do you?” The Dark Mist A brilliant, sparkling silver mist appeared, like a thousand tiny stars in front of Keegan. Stepping from the otherworldly shimmer, a beautiful woman appeared. Her skin was the color of moonlight. Her hair, the color of the finest spun gold, hung loosely to her knees. “I am Ailaina, Queen of the Tuatha De Danaan. We are traveling to the safety of my palace.” “Thank you, Great One.” Keegan could not think of anything else to say, for his tongue seemed to trip over itself. The air shifted and whirled as if a terrible storm raged around him, but it did not touch him. Once they arrived at her palace, Ailaina removed her cloak. “Welcome to my realm, Keegan O’Neill.” She clapped her hands and a group of handmaidens ran into the room. Keegan bowed low, giving the queen the deference she deserved. Ailaina touched the top of his head. “Arise, young druid. We have much to accomplish.” She turned to the women. “Bring food and drink to my bedchamber.” Returning her attention to Keegan, she gave him a wicked smile. “You were chosen by the Great Goddess for training of the sensual kind. It is the only way your magical energy given by her can be released. Your soul mate and I are the keys to unlock the Goddess’ power within you. Do not forget, your mortal lineage is one of royalty.” Keegan tried to swallow past the hard lump in his throat. Sex with the Queen of the Tuatha De Danaan? What if I don’t please her? Tendrils of fear wrapped like a twisting vine in his gut. Ailaina smiled and laid her hand on his cheek. “Do not worry, I shall enjoy seducing you.” She led him to her large bed and reached for the edge of his tunic. After lifting the garment over his head, she tossed it to the floor. Slowly, she ran her palms across his chest. Lust burned in the wake of her touch. His nostrils flared, but he remained still. At her nod, he shed the remainder of his clothing, wanting to experience all with the ethereal Queen of the Tuatha De Danaan. He hoped Ailaina would tell him later what plans the Goddess Danu had for him. When the queen mentioned his soul mate, he wanted to shout with joy. The nightly dreams of his chosen one were intense—real. Already, the red-haired vixen had claimed his heart. The queen lifted her arms over her head and turned around. Her diaphanous dress disappeared in a burst of sparks. With feline grace, she climbed upon the mattress and settled against the pillows. “Come, your destiny has begun.” Keegan obeyed the queen. The bed dipped with his weight. “I am here to do your will, my Queen.” His breath hitched when her lips touched his—soft insistent, sensual. Her tongue traced his lips, and he opened his mouth as she tasted and explored. Ailaina teased a trail down his neck to his flat brown nipples. Her teeth gently scraped, causing a zinging sensation to spread across his chest and straight down to his cock. Goddess! She made his body thrum and flame, as it never had before. He understood why sex rituals were carefully observed—the incredible power. “Lay back and receive the blessing of Danu,” she whispered. Keegan lay down, and her fingertips lightly skimmed his chest. He arched from the sensation of her delicate touch. The strength of the queen’s magic enveloped his body in a sensual blanket, bringing the heat of desire to the surface. Ailaina traced her tongue around the edge of his navel, and then kissed his stomach. Her lips tasted and teased a warm, wet trail down to where his shaft throbbed and pulsed. Keegan closed his eyes from the barrage of her sexual magic. Gods above, he needed relief. She gave a throaty chuckle before closing her lips on his rigid cock. All thought fled when Ailaina began sucking gently, drawing him deeper. Her fingers stroked and cupped his balls while increasing the pressure. Her mouth and hand worked him to the point he thought he would explode. It would never do to expend himself any place other than within the beautiful queen. Keegan rasped, “Please, stop. I want to taste you, my Queen.” He gently pushed her away and rolled her under him. Ailaina licked her lips and spread her legs open in invitation. He ran his finger along the edge of her pussy, running his finger along the moist folds, then lowered to taste her. “Aye, Keegan. Let my essence combine with yours.” She moaned as he slipped his tongue in and flicked her clit. A gentle suck, then the tip circled and flicked again. Her muscles contracted and her orgasm flowed. He continued until he was sure the queen’s needs were properly taken care of. Keegan climbed beside her on the bed and sat next to her. Before he could utter a word, Ailaina flipped him onto his back and she straddled his waist. She impaled herself on his erection and slowly moved her hips, lifting to the crown of his cock then smoothly taking all of him in. Ailaina quickened the pace and her body pulsed around his cock. Her rhythm increased as flesh pounded flesh. Sweet Goddess, he’d never been so hard before. It has to be the magic. His cock ached for release. Her muscles clenched, drawing him closer to ecstasy. Ailaina leaned down and sank her teeth in his shoulder. Instead of pain, intense pleasure poured over him, thick like honey and just as sweet. His cock throbbed. Another thrust, and her pussy walls clamped tight. Keegan cried out as his cum burst forth. His body shook as the Goddess’ power ripped and seared every fiber of his being. From a distance, he could hear the Tuatha Queen speaking, but he could not understand the words. He could not move, only feel. The releasing of Danu’s gift brought to the surface something he never knew existed. Ancient dark forces roared to life, then settled within the confines of Keegan’s changed form. In his mind, the Great Goddess spoke. “You are now a fertility god, a temptation on two legs to women both mortal and immortal. You have the ability to shape-shift, imbue magic by touch, and control animals. I give you this golden torque, for you are a royal god. Sleep and prepare, for the time draws near for you to claim your mate. Rest, for you will need your strength.” A vision burst forth as Keegan struggled to adjust to the changes, in both mind and body. The woman stood proud in the moonlight, her power sparkling violet blue within her aura—an aura of one blessed. Dark red hair lifted with the breeze, and her hazel eyes flashed with intelligence. His soul mate—Briana MacLeod. Keegan’s eyes closed and he fell asleep with Briana in his thoughts. He longed to possess and tame the fiery woman. * * * * Ailaina bowed to the Great Goddess Danu at the threshold of the throne room. “Arise, Queen of the Tuatha De Danaan. I am pleased with you. Keep watch over Keegan and his mate, Briana, for their journey is perilous. They must reach his brother Sloan O’Neill’s fortress that overlooks Tara.” “I will do all I can to assist Keegan and Briana. The sacred center will amplify their power. I pray it will be enough to defeat the evil and restore the balance of the worlds.” Ailaina wished she had more time with Keegan, for he would depart soon and there were many more sexual games she wanted to play. “Queen of the Tuatha De Danaan, I know you will do all I have commanded. Now, tell me. How did it feel to have Keegan inside you?” Stunned by the Goddess’ question, Ailiana swallowed hard. “Better than any—man or mortal—I have ever lain with. Briana MacLeod, a daughter of Arianrhod, is indeed blessed.” “It is a shame I could not have him as a consort.” The Goddess’ lips lifted into a gentle smile. She held out her hands, and a sword and scabbard shimmered into existence. “Give Keegan this sword. The blade will not break by any human’s hand, for it is forged by the all-powerful alchemists, the Fferylt.” Ailaina returned to her bedchamber with the sword. Her gaze drank in the young druid sleeping on his back. The silky coverlet barely covered his hips. She sighed and turned away to place the weapon on the altar in the corner. She raised her hands over the engraved blade and whispered a spell of protection. A yellow-orange glow encased the Goddess’ gift. The weapon would always return to the chosen druid. |