They call her Selkie. Muireann O’Malley often felt she was born of the sea but refuses to let sentimentality stand in the way of her crusade to protect the shore she has wandered since a small child. A patch of West Clare, Ireland, and a derelict building are all that stand between the cliffs she loves and the callous grip of progress.
Tynan Sloane should be content with success, but a dream beckons. O’Fallon’s Pub in historic downtown Boston is for sale and Tynan wants to make it his. An unexpected inheritance of land in the west of Ireland could provide the financing he needs. He doesn’t expect his quick trip to sell the land to rekindle youthful passion.
Fifteen years ago, they had an adolescent crush. Now disparate ambition and a legend as old as Ireland herself stand between them. Will love and myth collide to bring them together or tear them apart?
Another wave, stronger than the last, struck with an
explosive boom against the cliff wall. Ty braced for the
onslaught. White water appeared ephemeral but was
hard as bullets against his body. The force hit him and
he slammed hard onto the sandy bottom before popping
up again to catch a breath on the surface.
Ty kicked his legs and stroked through the water
with his free arm. He was an inefficient swimmer and would make very slow progress. He just hoped he
wouldn’t be pushed farther out by each successive thrust of the sea. Off in the distance he could hear Cú howl. As the
water once again receded, Ty gained a bit of purchase with his feet on the sea floor.
The next sea surge slammed his head back as though he’d been punched by a giant’s fist. Air expelled from his already burning lungs and made it impossible to hold onto breath. His head spun and blackness tried to take his consciousness. Uncontrollable shivers seized him. He fought the urge to let the sea float him away in the chilled depths.
I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep.
This became his mantra as he held his breath in preparation for another assault. Ty swam, pulled, scrabbled, and
fought…for his life, for Dervla, for Muireann. He battled for his integrity, for his manhood, for everything he believed family, love and life deserved from him. Dervla slumped against him. Cú howled.
I don’t make promises…His arms burned. I don’t intend to keep…His legs kicked, teeth gritted, and anger he’d never felt toward any person gathered from theinnermost parts of him and aimed indignant fury at the
forces in his way.
And at fate. A fate with which he refused to
Blackness descended, covering him.
Clare will be awarding a print (US only) or digital copies (international) of the first two
books in the series, Butterfly and Angel’s Share to a randomly
drawn commenter during the tour.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Clare Austin submitted her first manuscript to a publisher at the age of eight years. She wishes she still had that rejection letter.
Many years and not a few stories later, with characters knocking at the inside of her cranium and begging to be released, Clare’s romantic comedy, Butterfly, was published. There followed a suspenseful sequel, Angel’s Share, and Hot Flash, a women’s fiction/romance for mature women and the men who love them.
Clare lives in the beautiful Rocky Mountains and enjoys her horses, playing her violin, and traveling to Ireland every summe
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