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A Faerie Fated Forever: Book One of the Forever Series Paperback – May 6, 2009
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The girl followed their ambling path, ducking and hiding hither and yon. Currently, she crouched rather poorly behind a pair of barrels a few feet away. The cap of her granny bonnet poked over the flat top like a wild turkey's tail feathers. Every so often, she popped up to peek at Nial, each time wearing the same expression as a priest at the pearly gates.
"Shit," said the object of all the attention, "can't she just go away and join some friends or something? Maybe she could find a lad to show her what to do with all that emotion."
"Join some friends? What friends?" chortled Braden.
"She has friends," said the laird, almost in defense of the lass. "I've seen them."
"Likely of the sort who want to fare well in comparison. The ugliest duckling would seem a swan standing next to her," Braden replied.
"She's a duck all right," Calum agreed. "The oddest duck of them all." He took a long swig of his brew before he said, "Heather is a duck destined to quack alone."
Nial snapped, "What the hell does that mean?"
Fletcher swayed. "Would you quack with her? If you share her longing, audience or no, I bet she'll quack with you right now."
"She's not," the Maclee gritted between clenched teeth, "exactly my type."
"Your type?" Fletcher asked. "Ahh, she's not the cream of the crop, the fairest of the fair. Nothing less will do for you, right?"
"Now, Fletch," Calum said, grinning, "we all know the curse."
"Remind us, oh great one," the other man encouraged wickedly.
"Recite the curse, recite the curse!" Chanted Braden and a barely conscious Grant in unison.
"Stop it," hissed Maclee, although he knew it was futile to try to halt the script. It varied very little and always got a rise out of him. This time, however, Heather MacIver lurked nearby, surely quivering where she crouched. Her presence and the potent alcohol consumed in vast quantities by his clansmen shed new light on the old drama, making him distinctly uneasy.
Casting a pointed smile at his laird, Calum darted two long strides and leapt atop one of the barrels, facing forward. Outwardly, he appeared oblivious to the lass just approaching marriageable age who shut her lashes to shield her odd eyes, shrank inside her sack du jour, shook from head to toe, and prayed for escape.
The ringmaster cleared his throat, took a heady swallow of his whiskey and spoke in the tone of a chieftain about to lead his clan into battle. "My friends, Nial, Laird of the Clan Maclee, labors under a curse pronounced long ago by the King of the Faeries."
"Recite the curse, recite the curse!" chanted the others as Nial shrugged and crossed his arms. He'd have walked away and left the drunks to their play, if not for that dratted unsettled feeling that grew worse instead of better. If he left, he would abandon the lass. Some would say the little spy deserved what she got. He'd like to say that too, but for a reason he couldn't explain, he would not leave her to the taunts and games of his drunken friends.
"Recite the curse, you say?" Calum drew out the moment when the eyes of all rightfully fell upon him.
After long moments when Laird Maclee's discomfort grew obvious even to his sotted companions, Calum spoke. "Lads, Ian Maclee - Nial's Great Grandfather many times removed, fell in love with the daughter of the Faerie King who disapproved of the liaison but gave in to his daughter's tearful pleas. He allowed the couple a handfast marriage. After the year and a day passed, the lass had to return to the land of faerie. We know what those two were up to, because a bairn appeared nine months later."
"We all know the tale," Nial grumbled. "Why repeat it again?"
Calum ignored the protest. "On the appointed day, awash in tears at leaving her mate and newborn babe, the princess forlornly left with the escort, a band of faerie knights. Her loving spouse raised nary a protest, much less a sword. Some months later, a loud party at the keep lured away the pair of nurses. Their abandoned charge, the forsaken bairn, wailed loudly. Wee Ian's cries alerted the faerie princess who secretly returned to comfort her child. The princess swaddled Ian in a cloth and crooned a lullaby. The tune called the swaddling cloth a faerie flag and said 'twas a charm to protect the clan when its laird can't do his job."
"Damn you, shut up!" Maclee insisted.
"How did Ian repay such bounty? He married a lass for the coin she brought which royally pissed off the Faerie King, who appeared at the reception to pronounce a curse: From this day forward, every laird of the Clan Maclee shall be more handsome and more irresistible to the lasses than the one before him. Ladies shall chase him and try to trap him, but he must not fall prey to their wiles, for he shall fall in love only once. His faerie fated love shall set the claws of passion to his manhood, the need to possess to his soul, and the magic of love to his heart. If he marries another he will live a wretched existence beset by unsatisfied desire for the love he cannot have and cannot forget for all of his mortal days."
About the Author
She writes romances from a unique, "over the top" point of view. Her stories feature heroes who fall so much in love that they go a little batty, acting the way women often wish their lovers would behave. She adores writing historicals, but some of her latest books are contemporaries that focus on what happens when love and the law intersect.
She believes in second chances and happy endings.
You can reach Mary Anne through her blog "Quacking Alone." She loves to hear from readers.
Top Customer Reviews
I thought this book sounded like it had a cute premise, but despite the fact that it is historical fiction, the author uses many modern day, anachronistic words that completely pull you out of the story. These include "baby" as a nickname, "okay" (characters repeatedly ask one another if they're okay), "buddy," "she's not my type," etc.
The hero is thrusting his pelvis against the heroine in the first five minutes of meeting her, surrounded by a crowd of people. This is not romantic, this is gross.
The action moves from Scotland to Regency England. The heroine repeatedly undresses the hero on ballroom floors. Not in a hidden alcove, not in a darkened hallway, not in the garden, not in an empty room. On the dance floor. And not a single person ever seems to notice the hero is half-naked. This includes balls that the heroine's extended family and her parents attend.
Women's breasts seem to randomly pop out of their bodices at different parties on more than one occasion. Again, no one mentions it as being risque.
The heroine kisses the hero on the lips at another ball. Back then, this was a marriage announcement. Nobody seems to care that it happens.
The hero is in a constant state of arousal, and given the fairly tight pants they wore in that time period - again, no one notices or seems at all shocked (including the girl's parents!).
Fairies also show up a couple of times and nobody seems all that surprised by that either.
I finally had to stop at about 75% through the book because I just couldn't take it anymore - and I almost always finish books regardless of how bad things get. I skimmed the ending.
Although the premise of the book is fun and has a lot of potential, the execution has a lot left to be desired. For one, I still can't figure out what time period this is set in. There is so much grabbing, lapping, stroking and fondling IN PUBLIC that I have a hard time believing this is historical romance. But wait, we have a laird and balls with London's ton, so it must be. But then we have a gown (with corset nonetheless), which has no back and which cut so low in the front that it basically almost shows Heather's navel. Forgive this poor Ukrainian foreigner, but isn't navel is just another name for belly button? So how can a dress have a corset, which pushes her "udders" so high up that they almost spill out, which not having any back and have a very low cut in the front? My head still hurts trying to imagine the logistics of THAT gown.
That dress aside, both of the main characters are pretty annoying. Heather is a pushover, who listened to her "loving" grandmother just a little too much. Come on, anyone who calls her breasts as "udders" and "devil's playthings", then goes on to talk about how ugly her hair was, and just generally spending time putting the poor girl down is not loving. I was really cheering for her mom, who tried to tell Heather otherwise and when Heather FINALLY listened I was pretty excited. Only to have her go back to calling her breasts "udders" and herself a "sow". Ok, ok, I get it about emotional abuse and how it's not that easy to get over but seriously?! Grow at least a resemblance of a backbone!
Then her refusal to believe that Nial actually loves her.Read more ›
I found myself skipping entire sections in hopes that the storyline would move on, but no such luck. While the plot is similar to many other romances out there, it stays stagnant. Nothing interesting happens once the two main characters get together and their behavior towards one another and even in front the girl's parents is truly ridiculous. I finally gave up trying to read this book as it had lost my interest long ago and I could not continue to force myself to finish it.
Most Recent Customer Reviews
Great romance with mature content makes this a great read. Just a little to lovey dovey in some scenes though.Published 2 months ago by Amazon Customer
Nial is a guy with a problem
Heather is a girl who has a problem.
When they meet, there's nothing that goes right from the start. Until he sees her in . . Read more
It wasn't what I was expecting. I thought it would be... better. It didn't seem the least romantic. It was like two books put together and neither very well written. Read morePublished 4 months ago by Entertainment Wizard
Great story. I gave her five star rating, because it was a great story. It was a story that held your
attention all though the book. Read more
I'm doing a review simply because I was so disappointed with how the story was developed. Really. The plot had great promise. Read morePublished 11 months ago by shaking boots
Not very well written. Kind of high schoolish in parts..."the swipe"?...really? How silly. Way overdone emphasis on the male libido and lack of control even for a fiction genre. Read morePublished 12 months ago by Phyllis