Just Within a Highland Mist
A Highland Gardens Novella
The 5th tale in the series.
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Fae pixies are meddling with Gregor's heart...
Gregor MacLachlan returns to Castle Lachlan, where he fostered as a green lad, ignoring rumors of fae activity. As a warrior with his cousin’s elite private guard, he hopes to prove to the clan he’s matured and has worth. A trio of pesky pixies have other plans for his heart. While hunting, a wayward shot from his bow nearly hits a strange lass who appears as if by magic.
Emily Smith follows one of the young boys in her care
onto a forbidden mound in the woods behind the local garden center’s display
garden and wakes in a strange bed, in a place and time not her own. Can she rise
above the heartache caused by the untimely death of her fiancé and find love in
the arms of the dark-eyed stranger who becomes her champion?
*** Excerpt ***
At the garden
archway, Gregor slipped her hand into his and entered first to ensure naught
was awry. He’d vowed to keep her safe.
“Oh, this is
lovely,” Emily said as they traversed the path through the garden beds filled
with vegetables and herbs to the rose garden, where he seated her on the turf
bench, abloom with small, fragrant white flowers. The gentle scent was heady.
As was her beauty.
“I owe you an
apology,” she said.
He frowned. “Whatever for?”
“For not believing your story about the pixies.”
“I guess ’tis hard to believe in something you have
never seen.”
“I saw one last night.”
Her admission made his brows rise. “You did?”
“Yeah. In my room, while I was bathing. Before you came.
She wore a purple gown and had sheer lavender wings. Like that one there.” Emily
pointed to a dragonfly-like creature perched on a shiny rose leaf.
He held out a hand and the ebony-haired pixie jounced onto
his palm.
Tee teehee hee.
Tee teehee hee. Tee teehee hee.
The wee creature’s voice tinkled like the sweetest
chimes.
“Here is another!” Emily leapt to her feet and held out a
hand. A blonde pixie with green wings landed on an outstretched finger. “This
one has iridescent peridot wings.”
Gregor brought his hand closer to his face for a better
look at the one he held.
Emily did the same with hers. “Hello,” she murmured.
Tee teehee hee. The
pixies giggled again, before blowing dust into their faces. Then with more
giggles, they flew away, high over the garden wall.
~Dawn Marie
