This novella actually combines two myths – A Greek goddess and the Arthurian legends, as well as weaving in a couple of Welsh legends as well.

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When Terpsichore, the Muse of Dance, is assigned to revisit the land of Wales, her task seems simple enough. She is unaware there is a hidden agenda. Before she can return to Olympus her path crosses that of the mysterious Myrddin, and her heart is lost.

Myrddin is promised to another. His mind is set on the dangerous task that lies before him, and the woman he has sworn to save. Nevertheless, he cannot deny the growing attraction between him and the beautiful stranger he meets along the way.
Terpsichore and Myrddin face a deadly force that threatens to part them forever.
Is she destined to lose the only man she has ever truly loved? Is there nothing she can do to save him? Finally, when all seems lost, in desperation she finds herself DANCING WITH FATE


In this excerpt, Terpsichore was lured into the bogs by strange, dancing red flames,  powerless to resist their strange power. Before she is lost, forever, Myrddin rescues her, and they share a passionate kiss.

Never before had she felt this way when a man kissed her…never had she wanted any man so much. Never had she felt herself so nearly mortal. She felt his arousal, and closed her eyes in surrender. Then she heard his faint, ragged intake of breath as he ceased the kiss and released her.

Gently, he removed her hands from around his neck, holding them in both of his.

“I’m sorry, Cora. This is wrong.”

If someone had slid a knife between her ribs the pain could not have been more intense. She closed her eyes, not wanting him to see the hurt in them.

“You know I am betrothed,” he went on. “Forgive me. It was just…I was so relieved the Ellylldan didn’t take you.”

“Take me where? And who are the Ellylldan?”

“Goblin fire.” He dropped her hands, put an arm lightly around her shoulder, and led her back to the campfire. He poked it with a stick until it flared up and she drew closer to the heat. “The Ellylldan lure the unwary into the bog land. Those who follow them are never seen again.” He paused. “Of course, you are not from these parts, so you would not have heard of them.”

“I had the sense of evil…an evil older than time itself.”

Myrddin nodded. “They are certainly an ancient evil…and not confined to Cymru either. They appear in different guises in all four corners of the world.”

Terpsichore wondered how he knew so much. It seemed, however, there was a lot about Myrddin she did not know.


5.0 out of 5 stars Enchanting Novella 

Format:Kindle Edition

“Dancing with Fate is a delightful mixture of Greek myth and Welsh legends. A fantasy romance it is, true enough, yet it captures and enchants a reader into believing semblance of truth, for whence came the oral legend of Merlin , and when might such have first captured the imagination of listeners?

Who can resist a Greek Goddess whom possesses power to enchant with help of a lyre and who dances in a captivating manner? No one it seems is safe from her charming engagements, but will Myrddin succumb to Terpischore and will he survive dangers that await him? Ah well, that you will have to find out for yourself by buying this lovely tale of myth, legend and romance.”


5.0 out of 5 stars I absolutely LOVED this story!! 

By Roland - Published on

“As I began reading “Dancing with Fate”, it was as if I had walked into an inn at some remote village of the ancient Britons. Grabbing a flagon of ale I proceeded to the fireplace of the common room where a bard was busily tuning a harp. It was a woman, Hywela Lyn by name.

“You have come a long way traveller,” she said. “Would you hear a tale?”

“I would hear a tale of love,” I replied.

“With love there is pain, are you sure?” I nod in the affirmative.

Lyn begins to play as she tells the story of Terpsichore and Myrddin, a goddess of Olympus and a man of the Celts, who is much more than he first appears. Lyn keeps spinning the words from the harp, giving life to her characters and their setting, gripping the listener so they cannot look away, waiting in anticipation to see what will happen next. “It must have a happy ending,” you think, “it must.” Does it? I will not tell you. Go to the inn and hear the bard for yourself. This is one of those stories you have not heard yet, and one you will not soon forget.”







I love to hear from readers and fellow authors and can be reached at Lyn @ www. (no spaces)


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