Little does Tannis MacCrae, a famous sculptor living in Canada, suspect that an earlier incarnation of herself has set into motion events that will challenge her beliefs about reality. Her first inkling is the disturbing dreams that bring into her orderly, reclusive life a man like no other, inflaming long denied desires. As past and present begin to interweave, Tannis discovers Taenacea's mystic Celtic heritage and the age-old relationships which surround them both, offering the change for healing or further pain. On Irish soil, the story comes full circle. Tannis must utilize the lessons of the past to create a future once hoped for in the mists of Celtic lore.
From Publishers Weekly
In Elfie Leddy's first novel, On Silver Wings: A Mystic Tale from Celtic Lore, the sorceress Taenacea, the Lady of Lianarth who lived in 15th-century Wales, seeks a later reincarnation of herself to set right a disaster that caused hundreds of deaths, including her own. She finds her woman in Tannis MacCrae, a Vancouver artist who, under her forebear's persistent if puzzling hand, travels to Ireland and meets the reincarnation of Taenacea's lover. Together they undo the wrongs of the ancient past and partake in a few other activities, besides. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information, Inc.
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She felt his gaze glide gently over her face like a caress. Her breath caught in her throat as a warm flush spread over her body. Even though the anticipation was killing her she would savor every moment. The soft brush of his lips against her temple brought her back into the moment. Shivers of pure ecstasy rippled along her spine as he murmured words of love against her hair and lightly caressed the nape of her neck. Pulling back slightly she gazed at him possessively, relishing all she saw. A lock of dark hair fell across his forehead and brushed one full and slightly crooked eyebrow. His sculptured nose stood proud, reminiscent of a Roman Legion captain from days gone by. As she gazed into his deep blue eyes she sought his essence, the source of such surprising tenderness, and felt again the waves of love that glowed from their center. How can the coolness of blue hold so much heat? Like fire held captive within ice. She looked intently at the strong slash of his lips, swelled with expectancy. Distracted by a trail of heat as those very lips ran a soft line up her cheek into the tender fold of her ear, when he paused for a time on her lobe, she knew she could hold still no longer. She cupped his strong chin in her hands and gazed into his eyes; eyes that mirrored her own desire. She knew the kiss would come now, the melding of his lips with hers ... the bonding of two souls that had yearned for each other through time and space. She felt the heat of his breath, faintly laced with the smell of cloves as he leaned towards her. Her lips parted in welcome and she could almost taste the sweetness before he even reached the soft moistness of her mouth. And from her core a tide began to rise and whorl through her in warm, soft waves. A faint ringing off to one side momentarily distracted her, but she ignored it, willing herself to melt back into the sea of sensations. Once again the ringing thrust at her, more insistent now. Drawn back to the feel of his lips as they lightly brushed against hers, she embraced a rush of honeyed bliss, and drifted with the waves that were rapidly becoming rolling swells of passion. But the ringing became shriller. In despair she watched the edges of her beloved's face waver and his features slowly lose distinction. "Nooo..." she moaned. Tannis rolled over, half smothered by the puffy eiderdown. As she groped for the phone she knocked over the stack of books perched on the edge of the night table. They thudded to the floor and shook her from her woolly-spun torpor....
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- Release Date 01/01/2001
- Author Elfie Leddy
- Language English
- Company Blue Dolphin Pub; First Edition, First Printing
- Weight 0.035 ounces
- Dimensions 6 x 1.5 x 9 inches
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