“She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.”
Jean M. Grant“Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred. Impossible. Curses were for witches, spell casters and the weak-minded.”
Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses“A cloud of white death veiled in black…”
Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses“Perhaps we can start counting those kisses once more. I think you owe me a few.”
Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses“You're special, Deirdre, and don't ever think otherwise.”
Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses“Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.”
Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses“Glen Shiel, Socttish Highlands, 1296Strife abounds. King Edward of England has invaded the southern strongholds of Scotland and is pressuring King John of Scotland to abdicate. Several Scottish nobles, called Claimants, vie for his throne. The Cause divides the country, as each clan must choose and support a Claimant. Many contenders seek fortune and power, but a few seek Scotland’s independence. Only by a great force can this be achieved. However, the road to independence is fraught with those that wish to see the Cause crushed, at any cost.”
Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses“A man from the wood. A stranger from afar. He will break the curse by a hundred kisses...”
Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses“She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.”
Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses“Only one word describes a woman widowed for the second time on her wedding night – cursed.”
Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses