I was fortunate enough to catch my good friend Morgan Keevy for a quick interview before she and Conall McCade headed back to Scotland. We’re in her childhood home in Dripping Springs Texas, just outside Austin where Morgan’s late twin sister Megan attended college. We enjoyed a delicious lunch of leftover beef stew and now we’re seated in a small, cozy sitting room just off the kitchen by a warm fire. Conall McCade is in the kitchen doing dishes, singing softly. A happy domestic scene if there ever was one.
“It’s been so nice seeing you again, Morgan. I can’t get over how great you look.”
Morgan beams. Hers is a smile of genuine joy and peace. “Thanks. I feel great. Well, much, much better anyway. It’s a process.”
I nod a little, knowing what she means. “You’ve been through a lot.”
“Yeah. It was touch and go for a while. I came close to going over the edge.”
“But you didn’t.”
Morgan’s eyes shift from me to the man in the kitchen. I read her face and see such warmth and love. It gives me the warm fuzzies.
I lean forward and catch a glimpse of the tall, well-built man at the sink. He wears a dark green and cobalt blue kilt with hints of red and white with all the casual understated sex appeal that most men wear blue jeans. The long-sleeved t-shirt that fits him in all the right places hints at the powerful male build beneath. Conall McCade has no idea just how stunning he is.
“If you keep staring at me like that you’re going to have to excuse yourself.”
Morgan and I laugh like teenage girls and Conall grins. Laughing takes on an almost healing property for Morgan and I love how she surrenders to its almost medicinal effects. After a few minutes, Morgan shakes her head and focuses on me. I’m not offended in the slightest. “Where were we?”
“You. You seem so much better, happier now.”
Morgan nods, her eyes averted to the crackling fire nearby. “I was in a bad place. Conall rescued me when I didn’t know I needed rescuing. He saved my life.”
It’s true. I know all too well. “Kilting Me Softly” is their story. “In more than one way.”
The woman in the chair next to me, squeezes a small square pillow. “Yeah. He saved me from certain death on those cliffs and then once more when he saved me from myself. For so long, I was consumed with grief, loss, rage. It was awful. I thought I would die trying to get justice for Megan. And I didn’t care if I lived or died.”
The little room is quiet. For a long while we share the recollection of the passage of time and tragedy. “At least now I have someone to help me keep focused on the positive.”
“He’s positively gorgeous.”
Morgan glances at the man with hands buried in a sink full of soapy water and a pink tea towel draped over his broad shoulder. “God, I know.”
We both enjoy a girly sigh.
“So now that you’ve closed one chapter of your life, what next? Will you be calling Scotland your new home?”
Morgan smiles. A sincerely happy smile. A sight that makes me smile, that does my heart good. “Probably. We’ll come back a couple of times a year to see my mother though. My home is wherever Conall is.”
I’m not at all eager to leave. The afternoon has been lovely and seeing Morgan and Conall has been wonderfully affirming. We sit quietly by the fire, soaking up the peacefulness of the moment.
“Everything all right?”
“Speak of the devil.” Morgan grins a little.
I watch Morgan stand up as Conall crosses the small room in a few easy strides to reach her. He takes her into his arms gently and holds her against him tenderly. “Oh, now I’m a devil, am I?”
Morgan wraps her arms around his waist and smiles. “Wolf, devil. I don’t care what you are. You’re mine.”
Conall lowers his face to Morgan’s, his lips lingering just above hers. “And you’re mine, Morgan. Forever and always.”
I watch them kiss. It doesn’t feel awkward or intrusive to watch them, but inspiring. These two people are so lucky to have found each other. I’m glad to be a part of their story, to have been given the opportunity to tell it. There’s those warm fuzzies again.
“Kilting Me Softly” releases May 10th at Ellora’s Cave.
American Morgan Keevy is a woman hell-bent on revenge. She’s traveled thousands of miles to Scotland to kill Ciaran McCade, the man responsible for murdering her twin sister Megan. She’s horrified by her lust-filled response to him at their first meeting.
All werewolf Conall McCade wants is a pint in the local pub. When he meets sexy Morgan at the bar, he believes he’s hit the one-night-stand lottery. Unbeknownst to Conall, Morgan thinks he’s really Ciaran, his deranged twin brother. He doesn’t find that out until he’s naked and tied to the bed, with Morgan wielding a silver dagger aimed right for his heart.
The moon is full. Lust is in the air. And no one is who or what they seem.
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