The God of Summer by Kat Chant released last week in the Dark fantasy / paranormal romance genre.
Back in the Bronze Age, Angus McCraggan sacrificed his life to break the Celtic curse laid on his kind. He failed. Millennia later, he returns to modern Ireland to find his people have become feral, vengeful shadows. With his hollow hill now packed with tourists, he uses his power to keep his past hidden.
Until an American calls him out.
Since a banshee attacked her as a teen, Erin De Santos has been tormented by dreams of a boy she’s never met. Armed with a new identity, she returns to the Emerald Isle determined to face her nightmare. But her discovery turns fatal.
When the banshee strikes again, Angus surrenders his heart—and his hope of freeing his people—to save her. With his life now hers and his curse descending, Erin must make a terrible choice: kill her savior or share his doom.
He chivvied her inside and sat down on a sofa with her curled up on his lap.
Slowly, slowly, she pulled herself together, the flood waters easing until she was left sniveling into his collarbone, her arms still around his neck. His breathing was slow and regular, almost as if he was asleep.
Lifting her cheek off his shoulder, she pulled away. “Stay,” he said despite eyes half-closed.
It was appalling how she’d forgotten he was exhausted. He was too unassuming for a Celtic god, a Bronze Age prince, or even a fairy lord.
“Sorry, Angus, I don’t normally cry buckets over someone I’ve just met.”
“It did me no harm to be a sponge, mo chroí.”
She smiled weakly. His leather jacket was wet all down one side. Useless material.
“Ma cree,” she repeated. Distant memories of Irish lessons in school glimmered but failed to enlighten.
Angus unwrapped her fingers from where she still clutched his collar, kissed them, then settled her palm over his sternum. “Tá mo chroí istigh ionat. My heart belongs to you.”
My heart. Mo chroí means my heart.
“Do you always give your heart to a girl so soon after meeting her?”
“Only if she dies in my arms.”
She shuddered, the memory of a mouth full of fizz and a fire in her chest surfacing then fading. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“Caer shredded your soul. After I banished her, the only way to help you was to give you my heart.”
“You did WHAT?”
She straightened her arm to face him. Angus hissed at her sudden increase in pressure against his chest. Hissed in pain.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Kat Chant is an award-winning writer. A bookworm who grew into a history buff, she swapped beaches for castles and moved from Australia to the UK. When studying medieval history, she fell in love with a lad from Ireland…and fell in love with his country, too.
She and her family live in the heart of Ireland, surrounded by fields in forty shades of green.
Kat is a keen cook and often experiments with traditional farmhouse foods such as making bread, cheese, jam and liqueurs. She also decorates the occasional cake.
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