Lunar Fire: Ancient Druid Saga

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A Saga of The Savage Innocence and Power of Ancient Druidism In ancient Britain and France, woven by the mysticism of Pagans and Druids. With the three worlds in collision - Earth, Astral and the realm of Spirit - a princess is born to awaken the powerful forces of human passion and soul desire. Lahana, the only daughter of a weak king, is the chosen bride of a powerful warlord who overwhelms the known lands and crowns himself king of an empire. As his queen, Lahana is swept up by tides of psychic forces and earthly pleasures. A powerful seduction that proves to be an illusion masking a cruel and dangerous reality. In her freedom flight from the corrupt shadows summoned by the king, Lahana finds herself pulled deeper into a realm of conflicting forces. A world on the knife-edge of psychic power, human passion and soul desire - a battleground between good and evil. To her greatest triumph, fusion with her soul mate - and the creation of a golden age of Druidism that echoes still in our deepest dreams and yearning for Lahana's vision of the Goddess within and the power of a true man. Passionate, dangerous and sensual, Lunar Fire is a mystical drama in the tradition of ancient supernatural sagas. Ideal for lovers of legends and mythology with a strong female lead, suspense, drama and mysticism. Let Lahana's journey of self-discovery and redemption take you into this dangerous yet vibrant ancient world. EXCERPT "Lahana, " Sha'han said quietly, and then his warm mouth was pressed to her cheek, and his fingers linked intertwining with hers. She felt his breath heat her face and neck for a moment. He drew back, still holding her hand before him. He met her eyes, waiting for her smile before he held her palm up to his mouth and pressed his lips to its centre, then to the pulse at her wrist. He placed her hand to rest on his chest, then enfolded his own arms around the circle of her hips. She felt ridges of the conch shell he still held pressing into her flesh. Sha'han grazed his free hand up along the sway of her back to the base of her neck and lifted the weight of her hair between his fingers. He leaned into her, and their mouths opened to one another. A fierce heat carrying from one to the other on the flow of their breath and the meeting of their tongues. Lahana's sense of her weight shifted from the Earth to Sha'han's body against hers, then back into her own feet. She pulled herself out of the heat of their entanglement, back into the chill of the morning air. She looked over to the way the gathering had left, hearing only the heaviness of her own breath. Sha'han's hand touched her hair. She turned back to him. "In your time, " he said. "If you choose me. In your time, Lahana.