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A human with
Fae powers living like an oddball has its ups and downs until Evie MacDougall’s
dream Fae boy pops back into her life after she thought another was “the one.”
One dark and devilish, the other her long-lost love. Evil forces trap her for a
magic Fae stone, but which man can she trust?
As a teen prophesied to be Fae king, Aodhán viewed the girl of his dreams
through an Eye of Ra. Once, he risked all to help Evie MacDougall find a magic
Fae stone, only to end up imprisoned. Kept from his true love for years, he
finds her at risk from an evil Fae hunting a magic stone.
Is a single vow strong enough to save true love, to save the human and Fae
realms?
Evie threw open Kat’s door, allowing it to bang against the wall.
Kat rolled over. “Kind of early, even for ye, Evie.”
Evie strode to Kat’s closet, flipping through each item. She didn’t say a word, fearful she’d give away something, anything that told her best friend she’d visited the Fae realm.
Kat sat up. “What are ye wearing? Yer hair’s lighter. I like it!”
Evie glanced down, forgetting the Fae gown, and shrugged. “Something for a play.” She cringed inside at lying to her friend but couldn’t tell anyone she was the one the Fae fable referred to. Not yet, at least.
Evie flipped back and forth between a crop top and a skirt. Kat’s chest was like her ma’s, larger than Evie’s, but Evie’s hips were bigger. Her clothes had to fit. Evie didn’t have time to go shopping. She wasn’t ready for the idea of selecting new clothing that she’d never bothered to glance at, let alone try on.
Grabbing the pink crop top and gray pencil skirt, Evie felt comfortable with it being long enough to cover her knees. She had to start somewhere. If she wore a miniskirt to work, ha! Evie envisioned falling, carrying ale, and flashing her personals to all of Maggie’s Bar. That’d be a hoot.
As Kat called after her, she strode from the room. “Sure, ye can borrow some of my clothes. Thanks for asking!”
In her room, Evie stripped the Fae gown and hung it, carefully placing it in the back of her closet. She slipped on a bra and undies and donned the crop top lifting her arms to ensure her boobs stayed covered. With the skirt on, she examined herself in the mirror.
“Nice. Not yer usual colors.” Kat leaned on the frame, yawning. “The form-fitting cotton looks good.”
Evie turned right, then left, checking her reflection. It needed something more. She moved to her closet, examining her belts. The skinny suspenders, that’s what it needed. Attaching those, she turned before the mirror and nodded.
As she sat to put on her black boots, Kat collapsed on her bed. “Why the change?” She rolled over. “Not that I’m complaining, but pink with light gray and form-fitting cotton isn’t yer norm.”
Kat sat up. “Manix! It has to be. Ye have the hots for Manix!”
Evie shrugged as she brushed her long hair out. This was good. If they thought she spent her time with Manix, they wouldn’t figure out she’d spent most of the evening in the Fae realm with Aodhán.
She placed her hair in pigtails and began braiding each one. She had to keep her hair up for her waitressing, but after work, when she went out with Manix, the braids would make her hair wavy when she let it out. Perfect.
Speaking of Fae realms, “Where’s Ewan and Doug?”
Kat stood and went to the door. “In bed as usual. They come back later and later each trip.” She sighed. “They should be careful.”
Evie checked the clock. Dash, it’s almost eleven am. Her shift started at noon, and Manix said he’d pick her up at nine when her shift ended.
She grabbed her leather jacket and went past Kat, who held her arm. “Do ye know what ye are doing with Manix? Ewan mentioned that some say he has a temper he can’t control.”
Evie pulled her arm away. “It’s nothing. I’m sure exaggeration.”
Evie ran to the door as Kat called after her, “Sure, don’t mind me, yer BFF. I only just arrived, and ye are off every evening with a man.” She sighed dramatically. “I’ll stay in with a movie again.”
Evie stopped at the opened door. “Soon, ye and I will go bar hopping. Introduce ye around.”
Kat chuckled, “Hold ye to it.”
Evie wasn’t certain what this day held. She’d not dated many men as none seemed to appeal to her. Ewan said it was because she compared them all to her Fae boy, and maybe she had. A human could never beat out the attraction a Fae held. It wasn’t a mere myth but the total truth.
**Don’t miss the other books in the
series!**
Previous books in the series, Stone
of Love, book 1, Brielle and Colin’s 18th century Scottish
story. Stone of Fear, Book 2,
Marie and John’s 13th century Scottish story. Stone of Lust, Book 3, Ainslie and Rannick’s Viking tale. Thistle in the Mistletoe
featuring a couple in the past from Stone of Love.
Next in the series: Holly
and Ivy, a Christmas companion book. Stone of Faith, book 6. Stone of Destiny, book 7. Evergreen Evermore, a Christmas companion book.
This series leads into another connected series, Dragons of Tantallon, a dragon-shapeshifter series revolving around
the magic Iona Stones.
Margaret Izard is a multi-award-winning author of
historical fantasy and paranormal romance novels. She spent her early years
through college to adulthood dedicated to dance, theater, and performing. Over
the years, she developed a love for great storytelling in different mediums.
She does not waste a good story, be it movement, the spoken, or the written
word. She discovered historical romance novels in middle school, which combined
her passion for romance, drama, and fantasy. She writes exciting plot lines,
steamy love scenes and always falls for a strong male with a soft heart. She
lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and adult triplets and loves to hear
from readers.
He’d fight mystic
forces to be with her. She sees her future in his love.
Stone of Hope
Stones of Iona
Book 4
by Margaret Izard
Genre: Time
Travel, Paranormal Romance
In a twist of
fate, Dominic DeVolt is shown archeologist Moira Joanna White’s beauty through
the Eye of Ra. Trying to save his niece and nephew from evil Fae powers, he’s
sucked into the past and dumped in the middle of her Egyptian archaeology dig.
Moira fears the attractive man who appears at her dig is partnering with her
archnemesis. That is until the bold fighter distracts her with a kiss. His duty
as uncle tugs her heart, but is he only after her precious artifacts?
He’d fight mystic forces to be with her. She sees her future in his love.
“Pierre Lenoir accused Moira of stealing his notes and discovering the tombs using his research, which put her discovery in a long legal battle. He demanded the Egyptian courts turn over the discovery to his team, saying that a lone woman with a meager team of village riffraff could not have discovered such riches.” He took a deep breath. “Tossing the situation into further turmoil, Miss White mysteriously disappeared shortly after the filing. The case remains unsolved, but they credited this finding to her alone.”
“Moira Joanna White. She sure is pretty. Too bad she’s dead.”
Dominic turned toward the exit as Evie spoke. “Wanna see her in real life?”
He stopped and turned to Evie. “What?”
Evie looked at Dominic, then at the Eye of Ra. Ewan stepped toward his sister as Dominic shot his hand out to stop him.
Ewan grabbed her shoulder. “Evie, don’t.” Evie raised her hands. His ears buzzed, and the room filled with an electrified energy. He’d felt something like this on another assignment where he flew a unique craft. The “out of this world” one he couldn’t tell anyone about. The overcharged sensation overwhelmed Dominic in the same way. Evie shifted her hands, and the pupil of the Eye of Ra turned a little then rotated. It spun faster and faster, swirling into a gray mass. As the gray of the center faded, a picture appeared as he stared and the image moved.
Dominic stood transfixed. Before him was a movie of Moira White bent over a sarcophagus, cleaning it with a large brush. Her thick auburn hair caught the torchlight as dust particles flickered around her head. So, it was red. She turned as if someone had called her, making Dominic’s breath escape in a whoosh. Before him was a full-color live version of the photo. The stunning beauty from the past, alive before his eyes.
As she gave him a full smile, he moved forward, tilting his head. He returned the grin, completing the connection. The picture rotated off-center, and the air traveled around him. The ringing came back to his ears, louder.
A kid’s gasp came from behind as Ewan screamed, “Evie, what’s wrong? What’s happening?”
Dominic turned. Ewan held Evie's shoulders as she gasped for air and held her hands out to the eye. The wind picked up and swirled around them as the picture inside the eye’s pupil rotated faster.
Evie yelled over the wind, “I can’t control it, Ewan! It’s got a hold of me! I can’t stop it!” The churning wind dragged Evie toward the eye as Ewan grasped her shoulders, trying to push her away. A gust of wind pressed the twins, and they slid fast toward Dominic. When they slammed into him, his reflexes took over, and he grabbed them. He held both teenagers in his arms, trying to push them away from the eye.
Dominic searched for Doug and Kat and found they’d taken cover behind the chariot. Thank God he’s got only two to worry over.
He yelled over the wind, “Doug, keep Kat safe. Stay there.”
Ewan cried out, “Evie, ye have to stop it! Close yer eyes! Shut it off!”
Tears streamed down Evie’s face. “I can’t. I’m frozen!” This can’t be! The eye dragged them toward it. The energized force pulled as Dominic tried to push away. Whatever this was, Dominic feared it was not good.
Dominic yelled over the wind, “Hold on, kids. I've got you!” He gathered them both in his arms as he fought to keep them from the eye. The wind hit them with a forceful blow, and all three flew into the Eye of Ra.
**Don’t miss
the other books in the series!**
Stone of Love, book 1, Brielle and Colin’s 18th
century Scottish story.
Stone of Fear, Book 2, Marie and John’s
13th century Scottish story.
Stone of Lust, Book 3,
Ainslie and Rannick’s Viking tale.
Thistle in the Mistletoe
featuring a couple in the past from Stone of Love.
Next in the
series:
Stone of Doubt, book 5 coming 2025,
Holly and
Ivy, a Christmas companion book.
Stone of Faith,
book 6.
Stone of Destiny, book 7.
Evergreen
Evermore, a Christmas companion book.
This series leads
into another connected series, Dragons of Tantallon, a
dragon-shapeshifter series revolving around the magic Iona Stones.
Margaret Izard is
an award-winning author of historical fantasy and paranormal romance novels.
She spent her early years through college to adulthood dedicated to dance,
theater, and performing. Over the years, she developed a love for great
storytelling in different mediums. She does not waste a good story, be it
movement, the spoken, or the written word. She discovered historical romance
novels in middle school, which combined her passion for romance, drama, and
fantasy. She writes exciting plot lines, steamy love scenes and always falls
for a strong male with a soft heart. She lives in Houston, Texas, with her
husband and adult triplets and loves to hear from readers.
A kiss under the Mistletoe brings good fortune, but can a
Christmas wedding stop a deadly feud?
Thistle in the Mistletoe
A Stones of Iona Holiday Novel
by Margaret Izard
Genre: Holiday Historical Paranormal Romance
A kiss under the Mistletoe brings good fortune, but can a
Christmas wedding stop a deadly feud?
The soft beauty beside him at the altar would make the
perfect bride. Roderick MacDougall would do anything to stop the feud without
more bloodshed. Too bad the gorgeous woman is the daughter of his greatest
enemy who murdered his da. Trust in a Comyn is hard won, even if she tempts his
senses.
Mary Comyn only wants to stop the wars and live a life of
peace and goodwill. Tricked by her father and forced by the English king to
marry her clan’s enemy, Mary fears she’s scarifying finding true love for
peace. A Christmas wedding sounds romantic, but why would the handsome
MacDougall laird, her greatest clan enemy, love her?
A man conflicted by duty charged to find peace. A woman
whose father betrayed all. When betrayal looms from within, can enemies find
love and forge a new future for both clans?
Margaret Izard is an award-winning author of historical
fantasy and paranormal romance novels. She spent her early years through
college to adulthood dedicated to dance, theater, and performing. Over the
years, she developed a love for great storytelling in different mediums. She
does not waste a good story, be it movement, the spoken, or the written word.
She discovered historical romance novels in middle school, which combined her
passion for romance, drama, and fantasy. She writes exciting plot lines, steamy
love scenes and always falls for a strong male with a soft heart. She lives in
Houston, Texas, with her husband and adult triplets and loves to hear from
readers.
She finds true love in the past, but is his love worth risking her
future?
Stone of Lust
Stones of Iona
Book 3
by Margaret Izard
Genre: Time
Travel, Paranormal Romance
She finds true love in the past, but is his love worth risking her
future?
She dreams of a
Viking warrior with Fae-blue eyes and a God-like body that makes her heart
pound like no other. Trying to save her kidnapped sister-in-law, Ainslie
follows her back to the Vikings of Scotland, where she faces the very man who
has haunted her dreams.
When Jarl, Rannick
MacRaghnaill meets the alluring Warrior Woman who helped steal his
warship, she dresses in clothing so strange that every curve teases his senses.
But is she, as she claims, a woman from the future or an irresistible lying
thief?
She’d risk her
life to save her sister-in-law. He’d risk his honor to win her heart. Can both
hardened warriors save the realms from the evilest of Fae’s minds combined with
the most dangerous of humans?
She placed her sword at his throat. “Yield?” The warriors gasped, then cheered for her.
Rannick’s eyebrows rose as Ainslie helped the youth to his feet and patted him on the back. Rannick rubbed his neck and looked over his warriors. He called upon another warrior. “Gunnar, come fight the She Warrior.”
A large older warrior moved from the crowd, a grin on his face. As Gunnar passed, Rannick patted his back and whispered something, but Ainslie couldn’t hear what was said. The warrior nodded as he moved toward her. No matter. She’d fight anyone.
Both took their ready stance, and Rannick signaled for them to begin.
They circled, weighing their opponent waiting on who would take the offensive first.
It was Gunnar, with a slice of his blade on her shoulder. Ainslie blocked him well, but he stepped forward and slammed his shoulder into her knocking her down. Ainslie somersaulted backward to stand, her blade out and ready to defend the next block.
Gunnar glanced at Rannick, who nodded toward Ainslie.
They circled again, waiting to see who would advance.
Ainslie led the next attack with an overhead slash. Gunnar blocked it, pushing her back. He was more substantial, but she was small, agile, and smart.
They circled, and Ainslie went for his middle.
Gunnar blocked and spun, coming around overhead.
She stopped it with her blade and allowed him to slide down hers knowing she could quickly push it aside with his forward momentum. When his sword came to the hand guard, she moved with all her might. He stumbled on a sidestep at the unexpected shift. As he flew past her, Ainslie whacked his rear with the side of her blade. The warriors laughed, and Gunnar came for her in an off-balance rage. She sidestepped and hit his rear end again.
Gunnar leveled his eyes on her and advanced with his blade. Side-to-side attacks came at her fast, backing her into the mainmast, trapping her, obviously trying to end the fight. Knowing sailing and the rigging, Ainslie reached up and grabbed the tack line holding the sail in place and swung herself onto the keelson box beneath the main mast. She landed surefooted and, in her follow-through, swung her sword connecting with Gunnar’s disarming him. His sword flew out of his hand and clattered against the hull. He stood staring at his empty hand, then tilted his head back and laughed loudly.
He bowed to Ainslie. “Ye are Freyja, the war goddess. Her spirit lives in ye. I have never seen a woman fight. A Valkyrie, and I’m honored to fight with ye.”
Gunnar strode to Rannick whose eyebrows remained raised. “She has earned her coin. She has won the contest.”
The surrounding warriors cheered as Ainslie stood over them, proud of her accomplishment. She’d battled and won against a trained, skilled Viking warrior. Her da would be so proud. Some warriors grumbled as they settled on the bets made, bringing her out of her musings. Ainslie jumped down and approached Rannick. She grinned at him and held out her hand. “Time to settle up.”
Rannick dropped a gold coin in it, then glanced behind her. “Disarm her. She is still our guest.” Her guard Ivor must be back. The sword pulled in her hand, and she let him take it. He wasn’t who she focused on.
She stared at Rannick, her being so tall that they stood almost eye to eye. “I bested yer best. Admit it. A woman can fight.”
Rannick’s smile grew. “Oh, my sweet, he wasn’t my best. He was the one who wouldn’t hurt ye.”
Ainslie gripped the coin and raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take on yer best any day, anytime, and I’d still win.”
She flipped the coin and caught it. “I’d even wager the gold coin on it.”
She flipped the coin again, and Rannick stepped toward her, catching the coin. They stood close as their breaths mingled. His sweet woodsy scent wafted over her, sandalwood and citrus. He glanced over her face and hair, then trailed to her chest.
His eyes returned to her eyes, and she raised an eyebrow as he spoke. “Warrior woman from another time or another land, my best would do ye harm. I have vowed never to harm a woman.”
Ainslie gazed back into his eyes. “That’s all right. Ye’d never get close enough with yer sword to harm me. But I may harm ye.”
Rannick stood there a moment, staring into her eyes. She glowered back with the glare of a challenge. She held out her hand for the coin. He took it in his, the rough callouses brushing her skin, sending goose bumps up her arm. He placed her coin in her palm and closed his hands over hers, holding her hand in an embrace.
Without taking his eyes off her, he said, “Ivor, find a second guard. The She Warrior might need more than one.”
He winked at her, released her hand, and turned, moving away.
Margaret Izard is
an award-winning author of historical fantasy and paranormal romance novels.
She spent her early years through college to adulthood dedicated to dance,
theater, and performing. Over the years, she developed a love for great
storytelling in different mediums. She does not waste a good story, be it
movement, the spoken, or the written word. She discovered historical romance
novels in middle school, which combined her passion for romance, drama, and
fantasy. She writes exciting plot lines, steamy love scenes and always falls
for a strong male with a soft heart. She lives in Houston, Texas, with her
husband and adult triplets and loves to hear from readers.
She’d
give everything to keep his love. He’d chase her through time to
save her soul.
Stone
of Fear
Stones
of Iona Book 2
by
Margaret Izard
Genre:
Time Travel, Paranormal Romance
She’d
give everything to keep his love. He’d chase her through time to
save her soul.
Marie
Murray, a spunky expert on spiritual buildings, jumps at the
opportunity to renovate the chapel mosaic floor at Dunstaffnage
Castle, where she falls hard for the dashing John MacArthur. From
their first kiss, sparks fly.
Believing her religious
renovation creates magic, a fanatical priest kidnaps Marie. Obsessed
with obtaining a powerful magic Stone of Iona, he drags her to
15th-century Scotland.
With his love kidnapped, John must
tackle his hereditary duty and locate a magic Fae stone while chasing
his love across time. Her memories of their passion keep her sane.
His fuel his will to find her.
Will John get to Marie in
time to save her soul?
What
readers are saying:
Author
Margaret Izard has done it again! With a prevalent theme of true
eternal love that spans centuries, she will take you on a
breathtaking adventure in Stone of Fear.
-Ronél
Steyn 5-Stars Reader's Favorite
The
world-building, setting, characterization, plot progression, and
emotional narration blend to create a sweeping time travel romance.
Every nuance is described so the reader feels like they are a part of
the story. Breathtaking.
Against
all odds, is true love strong enough to save a human soul?
After
leaving her abusive ex, American scholar Brielle DeVolt embarks on a
career-changing opportunity, the renovation of Laird Colin
MacDougall’s Chapel ruin. The attractive, broad-shouldered Laird
leaves her weak-kneed, but can she trust herself to love
again?
Dusted in construction dirt, the curvy beauty in
his study captivates Colin. As Brielle steps to the window, her
brunette tresses halo in the sunlight, and he sees her as his dream
soul mate. When he learns his hereditary duty is safeguarding magic
Fae stones, all he wants is to protect Brielle from the evil forces
of the Fae.
Traveling to the past to assume his
forefather’s identity and find a missing magic stone is challenging
enough. When Brielle appears, an undeniable attraction to his
ancestor ignites, causing her confused passion. Faced with fighting
an evil Fae to save the realms, Colin must choose between saving the
stone or saving his love.
What
readers are saying:
It's
a mesmerizing dance of passion and mystery, making it a must-read for
anyone who craves a love story with a touch of enchantment. Literary
Titan, 5 Stars, Gold Award Winner
The
immersive narration is sweeping and filled with emotion. Outlander
readers will clamor for more of Margaret’s books. N.N.Light 5++
Stars
Margaret
Izard is an award-winning author of historical fantasy and paranormal
romance novels. She spent her early years through college to
adulthood dedicated to dance, theater, and performing. Over the
years, she developed a love for great storytelling in different
mediums. She does not waste a good story, be it movement, the spoken,
or the written word. She discovered historical romance novels in
middle school, which combined her passion for romance, drama, and
fantasy. She writes exciting plot lines, steamy love scenes and
always falls for a strong male with a soft heart. She lives in
Houston, Texas, with her husband and adult triplets and loves to hear
from readers.
Watch
out for the June 12th - 16th Facebook Release
Party!
Against
all odds, is true love strong enough to save a human soul?
Stone
of Love
Stones
of Iona Book 1
by
Margaret Izard
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
After
leaving her abusive ex, American scholar Brielle DeVolt embarks on a
career-changing opportunity, the renovation of Laird Colin
MacDougall’s Chapel ruin. The attractive, broad-shouldered Laird
leaves her weak-kneed, but can she trust herself to love
again?
Dusted in construction dirt, the curvy beauty in
his study captivates Colin. As Brielle steps to the window, her
brunette tresses halo in the sunlight, and he sees her as his dream
soul mate. When he learns his hereditary duty is safeguarding magic
Fae stones, all he wants is to protect Brielle from the evil forces
of the Fae.
Traveling to the past to assume his
forefather’s identity and find a missing magic stone is challenging
enough. When Brielle appears, an undeniable attraction to his
ancestor ignites, causing her confused passion. Faced with fighting
an evil Fae to save the realms, Colin must choose between saving the
stone or saving his love.
At the study, the door was ajar. A low fire glowed around the room. Good, someone already lit the fire. Brielle slipped into the dim room, crossed to the fireplace, and set the candle on the mantel. A flash of lightning illuminated the room, drawing her gaze to the shelves beside the fireplace. She perused the shelving, trying to find the perfect book. She realized the one she wanted was three shelves up, and she couldn’t reach that high. Climbing to her knees on the lower cabinet, she stood and reached to the shelving above. Her fingertips barely touched the book she wanted. She stretched a bit more, and just as she was about to reach the spine marked Love Poems and Sonnets, a crack of thunder startled her, and she fell backward off the bookcase.
Her cry was cut short when she hit something solid. A warm, muscular chest shifted along her back, and strong arms cradled her. Mortified, she kept her eyes shut. How much worse could it get? Then the chest shook with a chuckle.
The voice that belonged to it said, “Careful what ye seek, lassie. Ye might find something ye aren’t looking for.” In utter embarrassment, she kept her eyes shut. It was Colin. “Ye can open your eyes, Brielle.”
She turned her head farther into his chest. That was a mistake. He was shirtless and smelled too damn good.
What’s
Next?
We
are so excited to share that the second
book in the series, Stone of Fear,
Marie, and John’s love story, will be released on June 12, 2024.
A
Christmas companion book, Thistle in
the Mistletoe, will be released
during the holidays of 2024, and Stone of Lust, book 3 in the series,
will be released in 2024.
Check
out the Book Trailer for
Stone of Fear:
Margaret
Izard is an award-winning author of historical fantasy and paranormal
romance novels. She spent her early years through college to
adulthood dedicated to dance, theater, and performing. Over the
years, she developed a love for great storytelling in different
mediums. She does not waste a good story, be it movement, the spoken,
or the written word. She discovered historical romance novels in
middle school, which combined her passion for romance, drama, and
fantasy. She writes exciting plot lines, steamy love scenes and
always falls for a strong male with a soft heart. She lives in
Houston, Texas, with her husband and adult triplets and loves to hear
from readers.
Watch
out for the March 4th Facebook Release Party! 10am-5pm CST
