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  Title

  Copyright

  The Druid Series

  Mandy M. Roth Featured Books

  Mandy M. Roth, Online

  Goddess of the Grove

  Reviews for the Druid Series

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

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  Chapter Three

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  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

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  Chapter Six

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  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue

  About the Author, Mandy M. Roth

  The Raven Books’ Complimentary Material

  Goddess of the Grove: An Immortal Highlander Novella

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  Mandy M. Roth

  Goddess of the Grove: An Immortal Highlander Novella (Druid Series) © Copyright 2006 – 2014, Mandy M. Roth

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  The Druid Series

  Sacred Places

  Goddess of the Grove

  Winter Solstice

  A Druid of Her Own

  Dark Wisdom

  Temptation of the Highlander

  Mandy M. Roth Featured Books

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  King of Prey (Bird Shifter Series)

  King of Prey

  A View to a Kill

  Master of the Hunt

  Rise of the King

  Prince of Pleasure

  Prince of Flight

  PSI-Ops Series (Part of the Immortal Ops World)

  Act of Mercy

  Act of Surrender

  Act of Submission

  Act of Security

  Act of Command

  Act of Passion

  Immortal Ops Series

  Immortal Ops

  Critical Intelligence

  Radar Deception

  Strategic Vulnerability

  Tactical Magik

  Administrative Control

  Separation Zone

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  Goddess of the Grove

  Druid Series Book Two

  Sacred, worshiped…hunted.

  All Korey O’Caha wants in his immortal life is to keep evil at bay, protect the witches he was destined to teach and to bed as many women as possible. He doesn’t want love but he didn’t plan on Gigi. Her very presence calls all he vowed sacred in life into question. She quickly becomes his reason for existing but can she ever fully accept him and who he is–a seven hundred year old immortal druid sorcerer? Will the secrets she’s hiding be his undoing?

  Gigi, the daughter of a great god, could not stand idly by and allow innocent druid children to be slaughtered. She intervened, placing them under her protection. In the end she was imprisoned in a place where time moved differently than here on earth. That was almost seven hundred years ago. Once freed, she ran as far from the old country as she could. Never did she expect to find ties to the land, let alone a man who stirs her blood the way Korey does.

  As shadows from the past resurface, bringing news of an uprising, truth and passion ignite, leaving Gigi at the mercy of Korey.

  Reviews for the Druid Series

  4 Coffee Cups—The love scenes are very erotic and sensual. I loved Korey and Gigi and this sequel to Sacred Places is every bit as good. The author deftly mixes a very sexy love story with a lot of action and a little humor. Ms. Roth is a master of supernatural stories of good versus evil and this is easily one of her best.—Coffee Time Romance

  5 Hearts—I’ve come to adore druid tales and hope Ms. Roth has many more to come. Her writing style is excellent and this story one of those that left me smiling long after that last page made me sigh that it was over too soon—The Romance Studio

  This book is a “Red Hot” …On the level of plot and character development, Mandy Roth did a great job getting a lot in a short amount of space. I got a good feel for the characters and the whole witch/sorcerer world.—Madame Butterfly Reviews

  4.5 Kisses—Mandy M. Roth knows how to heat the sheets, er the desk, umm wall… well wherever. She definitely knows how to build to a climax in more ways than one. This Scottish druid sorcerer had me panting and you completely understand why Deri would go for him even if she thinks he’s slept with half the county.—Twolips Reviews

  4 Angels—Sacred Places takes what could have been a commonplace storyline of co-workers lusting after each other and adds a sensual, magical touch with just the right blend of humor. The secret longing of both characters is a nice build-up to the eventual culmination of their attraction. The resulting scenes display Ms. Roth's aptitude for creating solid, erotic scenes that pull readers further into the characters' lives. Between the hot passion, sexy dialogue, and their stubborn personalities, Coyle and Deri will definitely keep readers entertained.—Fallen Angel Reviews

  Dedication

  To my Celtic Warrior, for your support of all I do.

  Chapter One

  Korey O'Caha propped his feet up on the wooden table in front of him. His black biker boots needed a shining. He was normally good about his appearance, but he had other things on his mind as of late. Or rather, a special someone. He’d get to the boots later. For now, he’d enjoy the view at the pub. He put his hands behind his head as he watched the delicious sight before him. He ignored the heavy weight of his cousin’s stare, focusing instead on Gigi—one of the waitresses at the pub.

  She was a vision he could get lost in for all eternity if he wasn’t careful. Already, he’d given up his once-wicked ways simply to be near her—and what a lovely sight she was. The pants she wore were dark and stopped just below her knees. He’d heard his cousin Coyle’s wife, Deri, call them capris but he wasn’t sure if that was the right term or not. The top Gigi had on was sinfully tight, molding to her every curve. It had thin straps holding it up and was tied in the front. One pull of material, one jerk, and she’d be exposed to him. What he wouldn’t give to hold her bare breasts in his hands, to palm them and knead them as he tasted of her mouth.

  At five-foot–six, the beauty was shorter than women he normally gravitated to and was a bit shapelier than the others as well. Prior to her entering his life, Korey had a tendency to go for tall and skinny, wanna-be-supermodel types. He’d thought they were the only types for him. Gigi changed
his perception of what the ideal woman was. In truth, she blew his preset notions out of the water.

  Mmm, lush breasts. Handfuls. Enough to spill over his hands were he to reach forward and grab them. Different but in a guid way.

  It was hard to hold it together and resist touching her in ways he shouldn’t. He wasn’t the type of guy to take what a woman wasn’t willing to give. No matter how much he wanted her, he wouldn’t stoop to that level. He hunted men for less.

  Never hurts to just look, he thought, his gaze raking over her ever so slowly.

  His cock hardened at the thought of having Gigi naked and beneath him. There would be no greater paradise, of that he was sure. His erotic dreams of the two of them naked and intertwined gave him tiny teasing glimpses of her bounty, leaving him wanting the real thing. Of course, Korey had been skirting the issue of his feelings for her from day one. Mostly because he had yet to actually come to terms with how deep his emotions ran in regards to Gigi. Each year near her had been sweet torture. He was going on four years of longing, of wanting to touch her, taste her, simply be near her.

  Och, the woman has me tied in knots and I’ve nae even kissed her.

  The pub, filled with oversized tables and chairs, and a bar made for taller men, was lit by electric sconces lining the walls. There was a time, Korey could remember well, when they used candles to illuminate the places they frequented. He could also remember what life was like before coming to the States. While he missed his homeland, he was honor-bound to serve out the wishes of the elders. He’d disliked the area greatly upon first arriving several centuries back, but it had grown on him. Part of the druids’ power came from nature and he missed certain things from home—fields of heather, lunar-like landscapes coated in moss and grass, and groves full of sacred trees with rivers running past them.

  Soft music played in the background of the seaside pub, a sharp contrast to the pounding storm outside. Severe thunderstorms had come over the area earlier in the day, when none had been predicted. A sure sign of trouble on the horizon. Other, less obvious signals of something being off had cropped up. Korey and his cousin had decided to remain close to the pub, knowing its lure for other supernaturals was great. It was a paranormal hotspot, a natural spring of power, so to speak. So far, all had been quiet in regard to supernatural activity but he had a feeling that was about to change.

  As he listened to the music playing, Korey had little doubt Gigi was behind several of the song selections. She seemed drawn to anything with a Celtic flare. He smiled, wishing her attraction extended to him as well. After all, he was as Celtic as they came. He slid his finger over the table, absently playing in a pool of condensation from his glass as he wondered how wet Gigi’s cunt would be. His finger twitched and his eyelids fluttered shut long enough for him to think upon his dreams, where Gigi was always moist and ready for him.

  The clanging of bottles brought Korey’s attention from his lust-filled dreams. He scanned the pub for Gigi, finding her at a nearby table, emptying a tray of used glasses before heading back into the thick of the pub’s crowd. Her long, dark brown hair hung to the tops of her breasts. She wore her hair straight today, versus the loose waves it was normally in. Only last night he’d dreamt of running his hands through it, while he pressed his cock deep into her body, taking her from behind, screwing her hard and fast as he shouted her name. He jerked slightly, his cock threatening to erupt at the memory of fucking Gigi in his dreams.

  They had started off as random dreams, within days of her arrival into his life, years ago. The dreams had progressed to the point he knew whenever he closed his eyes, he would dream of her in one way or another. Of course, he was a bit more partial to the thoughts of having her sucking his cock while he guided her mouth over him, but the ones where he stood with her in a grove, simply admiring the scenery were nice too. They afforded him the opportunity to be with her and Korey was no fool. He welcomed any chance he had to be near Gigi—awake or asleep.

  He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her as she headed towards his table. The sway of her hips was spellbinding. It was easy to imagine her riding him, using the same sashaying technique.

  His cousin, and the pub’s owner, Coyle O’Caha, snickered as he ran a hand through his dark hair. His slate grey eyes held a devilish look. He wore a T-shirt with a rock band on the front, one Korey wasn’t aware his cousin even liked. In fact, the more Korey glanced at his cousin, the more he realized the shirt was his. He would have commented but Coyle spoke first. “Pick your jaw up or she may figure out yer infatuated with her. ’Tis a secret I know you hold dear to yer heart. Though I’m nae sure why you bother. The fact yer tongue practically wags whenever she’s near is a dead giveaway.”

  Korey cast an amused look at Coyle. “I’m nae infatuated with anyone. Unlike you, cousin.”

  “Och, of course I’m infatuated with my wife. I worship the ground she walks upon.” A wicked gleam came to his eyes as he took a swig of his beer. “Would that I be home paying homage to her now instead of here with yer sorry arse. She’s a might sight better than yer ugly mug.”

  It was true. Coyle really did worship his wife, Deri. She was home with their toddler, Coyle Junior, or CJ for short. Deri was also expecting their second child. At six months along, she had that rosy glow so many pregnant women held. Coyle doted on her to the point Deri had begged Korey to take his cousin with him and get him out of the house for a while, giving her a much needed break. She was a natural-born witch, and prior to a creative bit of interference on the part of Korey, she and his cousin had refused to acknowledge their feelings towards one another.

  Each time Korey played with Coyle’s son, he knew his decision to intervene had been the right one. CJ took after the O’Caha men, his hair dark and his temper short. He had his mother’s green eyes and Coyle liked to blame the boy’s stubborn streak on his wife for that reason alone. Everyone knew better.

  The men in his family had short fuses. Plain and simple.

  A little piece of Korey was jealous his cousin had been first to find happiness. Yes, he was happy for him but it did get lonely, wondering if he too would ever find fulfillment. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of the sound of tiny feet scuttling about his home and the knowledge that the woman he loved was there each time he stepped through the door. There was a time in his long life when the idea of settling down with any woman was laughable. He’d bedded his way through more villages than he cared to remember. He had mellowed slightly over the years and, once Gigi had come on the scene, his bad boy days dwindled to distant memories.

  A sexy blonde walked by, thrusting her chest out and doing her best to grab their attention. Coyle either didn’t see her or didn’t care. He made no move to look. Korey let his gaze follow her, willing himself to want her. It would make his life easier if he did. He could take her out back, sink deep into her and fuck away his obsession with Gigi.

  The woman lifted a glass to him from across the pub, as if to toast. Korey did the same, trying to imagine her naked and beneath him. When only thoughts of Gigi filled his head, he groaned and looked away, breaking eye contact with the blonde.

  It was easy for him to understand his cousin’s actions in regards to Deri. Both he and Coyle had been alive for over seven hundred years. They were immortal druid sorcerers whose purpose was to serve the side of good by any means they could. Coyle taught fledgling witches the craft and Korey handled matters of the paranormal that arose in the area. Meaning, he killed bad things when they misbehaved. Destiny said he and the others like him had a soulmate somewhere in the world. It had taken Coyle seven centuries to find his, and he wasn’t about to let her go.

  The idea of being alone for another seven hundred years left Korey’s gut in a coiled knot and a lump forming in his throat. Having no one hadn’t really bothered him prior to meeting Gigi. It was the sight of her face that put foolish notions of forever in his head. Coyle’s claiming of Deri had been what pushed Korey over the edge of reason. From the moment he saw
the promise of finding that special someone was indeed true, and not invented to give false hopes, he couldn’t help but wish with all his might Gigi was whom the gods had selected for him.

  He snorted. I’m nae worthy of her.

  His gaze went to the blonde who’d been flirting with him earlier. She turned, as if sensing the weight of his stare. She stuck a pouty lip out and batted her lashes. Yes, she’d fuck him, of that he had no doubt. He also knew it wasn’t her he wanted to pin to the wall. It was Gigi.

  “You two want another round?” Gigi asked, startling him.

  Korey’s groin heated as the object of his desire spoke softly to him. He wanted to find the words to answer her question, if only he could remember what it was she asked. So far, he was only able to figure out she smelled amazing, like jasmine and roses with a touch of apples, and wore the faintest hint of lip gloss on her full lips. He could easily picture those lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deep in her mouth.

  As he stared at her front-tied shirt, he thought of accidentally knocking his beer over to get her to move closer. He could then accidentally take hold of the thin material and unwrap her blessings. The only thing stopping him was the fact the rest of the patrons would be gifted as well.

  He would not share.

  Coyle kicked the leg of his chair, causing Korey to yank his feet off the table and sit upright. “W-what?”

  Laughing, Coyle shook his head. “No, Gigi. What my tongue-tied cousin is trying to say is, no, we’re guid.”