Once upon a time, Arthur married Guinevere and they lived happily ever after…until she fell in love with his knight, Lancelot. Forbidden passion for two men divided her loyalties. Being true to her heart meant giving herself to both of them, a choice that held devastating consequences. Their world collapsed as betrayal and jealousy tore them apart.
In present day Las Vegas, Art and Gwen meet Lance to discuss their business future. The enigmatic and charismatic Lance makes no secret of his attraction to Gwen. And as much as she’d like to dismiss him, Gwen finds herself responding to the bold stranger who is such a contrast to the brilliant and idealistic man she loves. If she truly loves Art, how can she want Lance? Is history set to repeat itself? Or can two nights in Camelot allow three star-crossed lovers to find a happy ending?
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Copyright 2008 Charlene Teglia
Ellora’s Cave Publishing, 2008
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In the crystal caves
“You’re an interfering old fool.” Morgana hissed the words through her teeth, face tight with anger. Frustrated fury twisted her features into parody of her carefully cultivated seductive expression.
Had he truly ever been enchanted by her? It seemed impossible. But then, that was enchantment, wasn’t it? Alacazam, alacazee, what you want is what you see…Merlin shook his head at his foolishness, past and present, and decided not to argue that point with her.
“Fool? Possibly. Interfering? Coming from you, that’s the pot calling the kettle black. If you hadn’t interfered then, you wouldn’t be in this position now. I intend to see that this crucial time passes free from your brand of interference.”
Morgana rattled the cage he’d trapped her in and let out an inarticulate scream. And then, like the conniving witch she was, she regained control of herself. Or at least of her power of speech. “It won’t make any difference,” she spat. “You’re too late by centuries. Their world is gone. It never could have lasted in any case. You can hardly blame me for it ending.”
“It could have lasted longer than it did,” Merlin pointed out in a mild voice.
“Pointless sentimentality.”
“Sentimental, I may be. Pointless? There we disagree. But then, you never could see the point of love.”
Morgana let out a derisive laugh. “Love? You think this is about love?”
“What else?”
“Power, you fool.” Scorn dripped from her voice. “Your little kingdom crumbled in a power play. It had nothing to do with love.”
“It had everything to do with love,” Merlin said softly. “And it will again.”
“The only thing that will happen again is precisely what happened before. She doesn’t love either of them. She’ll betray them both and all three of them will end tragically. Again.” Morgana settled herself in a studied casual pose. “And I’ll have a front row seat to your inevitable disappointment. How amusing. Do you know, I believe I should thank you for making me your guest for the occasion.”
“What a spiteful viper you are.” At his words, the woman transformed into a snake, coiled and hissing. “You interfered with what they might have chosen before. They have another chance to choose now. And I will see to it that whatever future awaits them, it is one of their own choosing.”
The snake writhed furiously and abruptly became a woman again. “It won’t change anything. Camelot is gone forever.”
“Camelot, my dear Morgana, is in the heart. It was never anywhere else.”
With that, the wizard left his prisoner to her own devices.
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