Shannon MacLeod
Shannon MacLeod lives next to an abandoned theme park. Her Celtic romantasies are filled with strong heroes and equally strong heroines, interesting locales, colorful secondary characters, a touch of magick and mystery, loads of quirky humor, a body count and absolutely no sparkly vampires.
When not writing, she lives a life of servitude to three cats and one entitled German Shepherd dog. She enjoys rainy days, good music, and spending long hours gazing at her beloved ocean. An avid wearer of boots regardless of season and dangerously high heels, she watches Lord of the Rings more than any sane person should and can, in fact, reenact entire battle scenes using interpretive dance. Her spirit animals are the honey badger and Gordon Ramsay.
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Author of these paranormal romances from Kensington and Lyrical Press!
The Celtic Knot: Suit of Cups
The Gypsy Ribbon: Suit of Wands
The Rogue on the Rollaway
Instructional Tarot from Schiffer Books:
The Celtic Cross Tarot Spread: Cutting to the Chase
The ShadowFox Tarot (writing as Jennifer ShadowFox)
“In the late afternoon, Lily approached Ian as he reclined on the couch sketching. “I’ve got something to ask you,” she said, the tiniest waver in her voice betraying her nervousness.Ian went on high alert and placed his pad and pencil on the coffee table. “What is it, sweetheart?” he managed to get out, keeping his voice even.Lily wrung her hands. “Okay. Now, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, okay? Ipromise I’ll understand if you say no. Really, I will.”His shoulders slumped in relief and he rescued her hands from each other before either was damaged. “Darlin’, you needn’t be afraid to ask. I would love for you to take me to bed and spend the rest of the day making wild, passionate love to me. Tonight and tomorrow too, if that would make you happy,” Ian assured her.Lily blinked and frowned uncertainly. “Umm…tempting as that sounds, no, that’s not it.”“Need an organ donated, then? I’ve got one in mind just for you.”“This is serious.” She giggled, thumping him on the chest.“Damn right it is. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve seen you naked?” he said, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “How the hell am I supposed to get better under these horrific conditions? I may end up in therapy yet. See, look, my eye’s already starting to twitch…”
“Finding her voice at last, she asked, “What dreams are you having, sir?” “I dreamt I was in a spring field and a woman stands in the shadows just at the edge of the nearby forest. I haven’t yet seen her face, only her long beautiful hair. I always wake too soon.” He reached up to touch the hawk touchstone around his throat as he described his dream, rubbing it absently between his fingers. Lily lowered her lashes to hide her astonishment. “When you see someone in a dream but cannot see their face, it means you haven’t met them yet,” she explained. “Then perhaps I’ll dream of her again tonight and this time I’ll see her face.” He smiled, reaching across the table to take her left hand and lift it to his lips. “My name is Ian Kelly, and it would give me the greatest pleasure to know yours.” “Lily Evans. Around here I go by Raven.” She raised a shoulder, indicating the gypsy tent. “Lily--indeed, a most beautiful name. Now tell me,” he stared pointedly at her hand, “I see no ring that another has claimed you as his, so my confidence is strengthened. Look at your cards again, milady, and tell me if you see me in your future…”