Callum's Fate_600x956CALLUM’S FATE 

File Size: 5128 K

Print Length: 63 pages

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Publication Date: February 4, 2016

ASIN: B01B383YP0

In 1780, Scotland, following a harsh year of drought, Callum Mackenzie is forced from his father’s farm in the hopes of finding work.

But as fate would have it, Callum is lured onto the moors by the will-o-the-wisp. Lost in the dark, he falls into enchantment, encountering faeries and nymphs, until he stumbles into the arms of a licentious Barrow-Wight who lays claim to his soul.

Hearing his silent pleas, Donal sends Liam the gruagach (faery) to rescue Callum and bring him to his farm, a place of refuge from the Fae.

Callum is happy working on Donal’s farm, slowly falling in love with the beautiful, silver-haired gruagach.

Yet there’s something wrong in the nearby forest….

Despite Donal’s warnings, Callum is lured into the forest and becomes tangled in its magic, easy prey for the Barrow-Wight.

Will Liam be able to strike a deal with the Barrow-Wight to save Callum’s life, or has Callum found his last resting place instead?


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Stepping inside the dark barn, Callum let the heavy door swing shut behind him. At once, the warmth and well-known scent of the milk cows surrounded him and he smiled a little. Maybe there was an empty pen he could curl up in. He took a cautious step forward and brushed into something—a form darker than the night.

“Sweet Lord!” he shouted in alarm and clutched the bundle of clothing to his pounding chest as the thing skittered away.

His gaze darted skyward at a low chuckle and warmth spread through his body as a familiar voice called down to him. “Don’t mind the bodachan. He likes to tease. Lyle! Give us some light, there’s a dear.”

Callum listened to low mutters and curses as the dark thing moved across the floor. There was a scrape and the smell of oil, and he blinked as a lantern went on in a far corner of the barn. He stared in surprise at the wizened little man who planted fists on hips and glared at him with sharp green eyes.

A shiver traveled through Callum and he sighed. This was indeed a night of magic. He should have expected the bodachan, the little faery who helped around the farmyard. Searching his tired thoughts, Callum wondered if he had anything to appease the brownie. He remembered the crust of bread he’d kept aside for his breakfast and set the clothing at his feet. Removing the morsel from a handkerchief, he walked to a nearby stall and set it on a railing with a bow to the little man. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I only beg shelter for the night.”

There was a soft laugh from above and he reluctantly raised his eyes, gasping at the blue gaze that pierced straight to his heart.

“Come up here,” Liam commanded, his voice a rough caress Callum felt along his spine and feather light across his groin. Without a thought, he picked up his bundle and headed for the ladder in the middle of the room. He instinctively counted the cows. Perhaps three or four?

It seemed to take forever to climb the steep rungs with his clothing bunched under one arm. He tossed them through the opening at the top, then hauled himself over the lip and knelt on the wooden floor to catch his breath. Someone took a knee beside him and a gentle hand touched his shoulder.


He looked up into Liam’s merry face, then the man kissed him, warm lips sliding over his. With a grunt of pleasure, he melted against Liam’s chest and his strong arms went around him. Their kiss deepened and Callum drowned in sensation as a sweet tongue caressed his. Liam sucked Callum’s tongue into the liquid heat of his mouth, and Callum wanted to climb inside that warmth. He needed this man wrapped around him, pushing inside him.

A whimper tore unbidden from his throat when Liam pulled back and Callum nestled closer to his lover’s woolen sweater. Liam stroked his long hair, untangling a knot. His breath warmed Callum’s cheek. “There, there, love. You’re safe. I’m here. But you need to sleep now.”


About diannehartsock

Author of paranormal/suspense, fantasy/adventure, m/m romance and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer.
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