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Tessa McKay


Tessa McKay holds a degree or two in English literature and has been known to frequent Renaissance festivals. She currently resides in Texas.

Email : tessa@tessamckay.com

Website : http://www.tessamckay.com

Desire's Edge

Written By: Tessa McKay
Series: Lady Faire #2
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Harrison is hard to ignore. Handsome, confident and boorish, he is beloved by most everyone at the faire, particul...

As Rafe stepped toward her, Kyra felt her resolve weaken, and she fought the maddening urge to go to him.

He looked at her purposefully, "I've waited for years, five long years, for you. Waited for you to look at me instead of through me, to look at me with something other than a sneer or disdain as you passed by. So if it takes another five years for me to win your trust, then so be it. I can wait."

Kyra shook her head, "I have learned my lesson when it comes to trust, learned it the hard way. In my discipline, we have an old adage about history repeating itself. I will not be used again, not for anyone's pleasure or gain. So let's concentrate on getting out of here alive, shall we?"

"No argument there," Rafe agreed gruffly. "But you aren't going out looking like that. You aren't even half-dressed. Come here."

Something, perhaps the command in his voice, caused Kyra to go to him dutifully, without hesitation. She stood obediently before him, watching his experienced fingers find the laces of her bodice and quickly cinch them, tying it off expertly so that she was snug, yet had room to breathe. She looked up at him with something akin to regret. But you can't regret what you never had, she told herself firmly. She only wished she knew what to say, that she knew what to do to bridge the gap between them. She couldn't trust him, and he wouldn't confide in her. It was an impossible impasse. "Thank you," she said as he finished, trying to disengage her eyes from his.

"You are most welcome, milady," Rafe said, watching himself reflected in her eyes. "But stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you expect me to perform some miracle or pass some secret test in order to prove something to you." He set his jaw. "And I do know you, Kyra. Don't think otherwise. If you didn't trust me, didn't want me as much as I do you, you would not have come to me just now."

Kyra drew back, her catlike eyes narrowed, as he continued.

"And if I asked you to come to me again, you would."

 Kyra opened her mouth to protest, but fell silent. Would she?

Rafe placed the tip of his finger under her chin, gently raising her face to his. "You would," he assured her.

Harrison is hard to ignore. Handsome, confident and boorish, he is beloved by most everyone at the faire, particularly the women. Even Kyra's best friend is quick to champion him, much to Kyra's dismay. Kyra knows little about Rafe, but wisely despises his bravado, his appeal and his slipshod reenactment methods. And when Rafe is implicated in her best friend's riding accident, she cannot forgive him for his neglect or herself for the unwelcomed sensations he stirs within her. After tampering with a gypsy potion, Kyra suddenly finds herself and Rafe transported back to sixteenth-century England, and it is nothing like the 1500s back home. It is a dangerous time of court intrigue, French wars and Scottish insurrection, and soon Kyra finds that she must learn to trust the courage and heart of the man she reviles if they are to survive. More importantly, she must learn to trust her own heart as she fights for both her own and Rafe's survival upon one of the bloodiest battlefields in England--Flodden.
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Ecstasy's Endgame

Written By: Tessa McKay
Series: Lady Faire #3
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Kyra Morgan always wanted to live in the past, and now she's found a way to do just that. Whether she likes it...

"I'm not here to argue with you, Rafe," Kyra said evenly, looking up into his face. The white thread of the scar still ran down one cheek, but there looked to be a few added abrasions and a noticeable, atrous bruise on his forehead, most of it hidden by the ragged strands of black hair that fell across his brow as he gazed down on her. His green-eyed gaze burned into her, but his brows were knit in pain. His jaw was tight and he was indeed genuinely angry, but in his voice, somewhere beyond the accusation, was a pleading, a need to understand. She found herself wanting to push the hair from his face, touch her lips to the contusions and somehow ease his mind.

"Then what are you here for?" Rafe prompted brusquely.

Kyra cocked her head. "To get you out of this." She nodded toward the camp. "To get us both out of all of this mess that I seem to have gotten us into." Kyra felt his grip on her shoulders relax a bit. Rafe stared at her vacantly for a moment, then gave a curt laugh.

"You are going to rescue me now, are you?" he asked bitterly. "The way you did at Mireflore?"

"Rafe, no, please stop. I thought I was doing the right thing! I did not know--"

"No, you stop!" Rafe's voice lowered and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Is that the deal you were making in James' tent? What's one more king's bed after all?"

Kyra's face flushed and she attempted to break away once again. "That's enough!" she cried, trying to shove his shoulder aside, only to find herself caught and bound tightly in his arms, caught up breathlessly against his pounding chest.

She didn't fight him, unsure of what he wanted, what he needed from her. Kyra closed her eyes and pressed her back against the solidity of the Yew for support as his hands slid around her waist and moved freely across her body. She inhaled sharply as he grasped her hips and set about molding her body to his, his sinewy thigh sliding across hers, his hard stomach pressing against her quavering belly. His body burned through her clothing, hot and eager, as his mouth covered hers. There was no escape, but she couldn't have wished for a better release as she eagerly accepted his probing tongue, answering his unspoken question--she was still his.

Kyra Morgan always wanted to live in the past, and now she's found a way to do just that. Whether she likes it or not. Wrapping herself in black velvet under the sweltering Southern sun, Kyra spends her summers working at the Tudor Rose Renaissance Festival, as a Lady in an imaginary royal court. She hasn't had much luck with men either and has little interest in handing over her heart again, so she immerses herself in her scholarship and the local faire where she can escape into the past and ignore the problems of the present day. Rafe Harrison is hard to ignore, however. Handsome, confident, and boorish, he is beloved by most everyone at the faire, particularly the women. Even Kyra's best friend is quick to champion him, much to Kyra's dismay. Kyra knows little about Rafe, but wisely despises his bravado, his appeal, and his slipshod reenactment methods. And when Rafe is implicated in her best friend's riding accident, she cannot forgive him for his neglect or herself for the unwelcomed sensations he stirs within her. But after tampering with a gypsy potion, Kyra suddenly finds herself and Rafe transported back to sixteenth-century England, and it is nothing like the 1500's back home. It is a dangerous time of court intrigue, French wars, and Scottish insurrection. Kyra soon finds that she must learn to trust the courage and heart of the man she reviles if they are to survive. And, more importantly, she must learn to trust her own heart as she fights for both her own and Rafe's survival upon one of the bloodiest battlefields in England--Flodden.
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Love's Elixir

Written By: Tessa McKay
Series: Lady Faire #1
Published By: Devine Destinies
Heat Level:

Kyra Morgan always wanted to live in the past, and now she’s found a way to do just that. Whether she likes...

Kyra swallowed hard as Rafe flicked the delicate curl onto her white shoulder and slowly drew his finger across her damp skin. She tried desperately to control the volcanic rise and fall of her chest as he tugged gently on the black cord that lay buried between her breasts and slowly slid the small purple vial from her bodice.

“What have we here? Our second violation of the day? Hardly period now, is it?” Rafe smirked.

Before Kyra could think of a retort, Rafe flicked the small cork from the top of the vial with his thumb. Kyra’s eyes widened as he dripped the vial’s fragrant contents onto her chest, his finger deliberately spreading the oily mixture across her skin, moving slowly over the mounds of her generous, pearl-covered breasts.

Kyra’s muscles went lax, her head spinning from both Rafe’s touch and the sweet scent rising from the oil. Her eyes closed, and she could sense that his lips were only a whisper away from her own and, worse, that hers would soon rise up to meet them. No. She would not succumb to him as did every other woman on the fairground. She would not be a pawn to mere physical beauty and desire.

Kyra Morgan always wanted to live in the past, and now she’s found a way to do just that. Whether she likes it or not. Wrapping herself in black velvet under the sweltering Southern sun, Kyra spends her summers working at the Tudor Rose Renaissance Festival, a Lady in an imaginary royal court. She hasn’t had much luck with men either and has little interest in handing her heart over again, so she immerses herself in her scholarship and the local faire where she can escape into the past and ignore the problems of the present day. Rafe Harrison is hard to ignore, however. Handsome, confident and boorish, he is beloved by most everyone at the faire, particularly the women. Even Kyra’s best friend is quick to champion him, much to Kyra’s dismay. Kyra knows little about Rafe, but wisely despises his bravado, his appeal and his slipshod reenactment methods. And when Rafe is implicated in her best friend’s riding accident, she cannot forgive him for his neglect or herself for the unwelcomed sensations he stirs within her. After tampering with a gypsy potion, Kyra suddenly finds herself and Rafe transported back to sixteenth-century England, and it is nothing like the 1500s back home. It is a dangerous time of court intrigue, French wars and Scottish insurrection. Kyra soon finds that she must learn to trust the courage and heart of the man she reviles if they are to survive. And more importantly, she must learn to trust her own heart as she fights for both her own and Rafe’s survival upon one of the bloodiest battlefields in England: Flodden.
Price: $5.99