Friday, March 24, 2006
Excerpt from Alecia MonacoKiss of the Fairy
Alecia Monaco
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“Another successful match, thanks to the love fairy.” Siobhan flitted up to the wooden beams lining the ceiling of the Emerald Isle Pub, her green wings fluttering behind her. Taking a seat on a beam, she made herself comfortable. All the better to look down and admire her handiwork… one Sean O’Neil, toasting his new bride, Kathleen.
“A match made in Tir Na Nog, if I do say so myself.” The fairy fluffed her copper colored hair back from her face and looked down at the happy couple. She’d done a good job with this one. Sean lit up with happiness every time he looked at his new wife, and Kathleen seemed to fit right in with the boisterous O’Neil family.
All five of them, Siobhan thought, ticking off the brothers on her fingertips.
She’d made matches for four of the five brothers. It was her sacred duty as the Lianhan Shee -- the love fairy of Ireland. For what seemed like her entire life, she’d been making matches for people of Celtic descent everywhere.
“Only one brother left.” A high-pitched voice came from just behind her ear. “And the most handsome one of the bunch, don’t you think?”
Siobhan glanced at the pixie on her shoulder. “Irene, do you ever do anything but scope out hotties?”
Irene giggled, her pink and gold wings fluttering. “Not if I can help it.”
Siobhan let her gaze drift to the man tending bar. “Patrick certainly is a looker.” From his inky black tousled hair and Irish blue eyes to his outstanding physique, he had the kind of looks dreams were made of.
He’d recently starred in more of her nighttime fantasies than she cared to admit.
“And still single,” Irene sighed. “If only I were a little taller…”
Glancing at all four inches of her companion, Siobhan smothered a smile. “Just think of all the gorgeous pixie guys back home. You can have your pick of them, while a taller girl like me wouldn’t stand a chance.”
Irene grinned, mollified. “True that.” They were both silent for a minute, watching the human festivities below. “How much longer will Patrick be on the market?”
Siobhan narrowed her gaze. “Not long, if I can help it. I plan to check the Great Book when we get back home.”
Irene raised her brows. “Is he your next match to make?”
Siobhan rose to her feet, standing in midair above the wedding reception below. “We’ll know soon enough.” She waved her wand, sending a shimmering cloud of fairy dust to bless the gathering beneath her. “Let’s go!”
With that, both fairies vanished into thin air, leaving the O’Neils none the wiser.
More from Alecia tomorrow!!!
