October 12, 2018

Destiny Fulfilled Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway


Destiny Fulfilled
Author: Laire McKinney
Genre: Adult Fantasy/Romance

Publication Date: August 7, 2018


Only love can save them…

Wren O’Hara is waiting for the day she succumbs to mental illness like her mother. When she is attacked by a psychotic client at work, and saved by what must be an angel, she fears the time for insanity has come.

Little does she know, her savior is an immortal warrior druid named Riagan Tenman, and that he will challenge everything she ever thought she knew about reality.

Now Wren must decide if the fantasy unfolding before her is true, or if she has finally lost her mind.

His lips moved back to her mouth and this time she hesitated, her fight reduced. She wanted his kiss. She may try to fight it, but that simple parting of her moist lips told him she welcomed this invasion. He thrust his hips against her and she cried out, a mixture of fear and desire filling her voice.

“Lass,” he breathed into her ear, “I want you.”

He massaged her large breast in his hand and licked the corner of her mouth. The breast fit his hand perfectly, and he knew his hand would forever remain ready to cup it again. In fact, he never wanted to let her go. Her smell, taste, the feel of her was overwhelming, imprinting itself in his mind, against his skin, within his soul.

He’d never responded to a woman like this and it was too delicious to bear. He wanted her, to take her body fully and completely, to feel her underneath him as he brought pleasure to the both of them with his ancient rhythm.

But then a whip-like slap against his neck made him pull back. “Ouch.”

Wren wiggled out of his arms and moved to the far banister. Her full breasts heaved with each breath, nipples taut against her shirt. He couldn’t control his urge to wrap his big hands around their soft plumpness again, and he lunged forward, trapping her against the railing.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, ready to die with the feel of such perfection.

“Ouch.” Something slapped his neck again, and he stumbled back. Was it that damned faery again? But the slap was too hard for such a wee creature. What was it then?

Lingering near the tree line was Oephille, anger causing her brightness to pulse. He raised his gaze to the tree by her side, whose longest sinewy limb hovered just over his head.

Damned trees. They were supposed to be friends.

But when he looked back at Wren, stunningly, hauntingly beautiful…achingly, tenderly vulnerable, he realized he’d been about to make an enormous mistake. Forcing the lass would not achieve anything other than brief respite for the desperate hunger in his loins, and desperate it was. No, it would take more than that.

But how his body ached. His manhood pushed painfully against his too-tight jeans. He throbbed all over, understanding well how the fire in his body could usurp the logic in his mind.

Wren’s slender arms folded over her chest, and she stared at him, mouth open, eyes wide. She appeared more bewildered now than angry.

“I’m sorry, lass.” And he meant it. Well, at least part of him did. What was going on here? This wee woman had a strange effect on him, and he liked it not. He didn’t recognize himself, and that was dangerous. He had to stay focused on his goal—to return to his realm.

She remained silent, watching him like a weary calf who just survived an attack by a grizzly bear.

He raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders. She stood before him, captivating and ethereal, perfect and scared.

Her lips parted as though she were about to speak, but then she stepped forward, closing the space between them. She did not touch him, but looked directly into his eyes. Hers were soft and pleading. For what?

Then he knew.

She panted and her mouth opened again. He bent his head toward hers. She did not pull away. He inhaled her scent and brought his lips to hers. Soft, so soft were her lips, like bundles of silk.

He moved his hands from her shoulders to the bare skin of her neck and cradled her face. He was gentle now, tender. The urgent needs of his body were now controlled under the desperate timing of his predicament. He had not frightened her earlier as he’d thought. No, he could tell she wanted him to kiss her, to hold her. So he pulled her closer, then closer still. He needed her to love him and love him true. And from her reaction to this kiss, she was already halfway there.
Laire McKinney is the author of contemporary and fantasy women’s fiction. She believes in a hard-earned happily-ever-after, with nothing more satisfying than passionate kisses and sexy love scenes, endearing characters and complex conflict. When not writing, she can be found traipsing among the wildflowers, reading under a willow tree, or gazing at the moon while pondering the meaning of it all. She lives in Virginia with her family and beloved rescue pup, Lila da Bean.