Today the blog is a book excerpt tour stop for the contemporary romance novel, Selkie’s Song (third book in the Fadó Trilogy) by Clare Austin.
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. To be entered for a chance to win, leave a comment below. And to increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit other tour stops and leave comments there.
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.
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.
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?
was you. On the beach, below the cliffs.”
handed him his tea, stretched like a lazy feline, and propped her bare feet up
on an ottoman. “Of course it was,” she said, took a sip and grinned over the rim
of her cup.
threw his head back and laughed with relief and a touch of embarrassment. He
hadn’t dreamed her, she wasn’t some magical creature from the sea. This Muireann
was flesh and bone, nicely arranged and within reach. He had seen those same
tousled locks, not a mantle of water plants. Her long limbs were those of a woman
and not a seal turned mortal.
not sure if I should be relieved or disappointed,” he said and admitted only to
himself, she was no disappointment.
tell me you thought I was a selkie? One of the Ó Conghaile ready to sing you
out to sea and drown you?”
Ireland; stranger things have been known to happen when a man is caught off
guard.” She could sing him straight to the gates of glory—or damnation—and he’d
go with a grin on his face.
had shed her wet T-shirt and pulled on a high-necked polo and a loose Aran
jumper. She’d changed her jeans for a long skirt. Other than her naked feet,
nothing of her body was exposed, but Ty scanned her with imagination. The
clothes dropped away and all he could see was her lithe contours and full
he worked his way down to the triangle of dark hair at the apex of her slim
thighs, there was no stopping the physical reaction she elicited in him. He tried
with no success to stop thinking like a horny adolescent.
you shocked by me?” she asked, reaching for a biscuit from the tray.
sipped from his tea to wet the dry lump in his throat before he was able to
speak. “I’m not sure ‘shocked’ is the right word for it. Surprised? Sure.” Part
of him was shocked, surprised, and a little off balance.
two sisters. I guess I’ve been really protective of them all these years. What
you did…well, I think if you were my sister, I’d take you home and lock you
away for good.”
curled into her chair, pulled her legs up and hugged her knees. She looked so
deep into Tynan’s eyes he was tempted to turn away. His heart leapt into a gallop
as she spurred his desire for her. In the silence, he was deafened by the blood
coursing in his ears.
guess it’s a grand thing then,” she began, “that I’m not one of your sisters.”
word about the author…
Austin submitted her first manuscript to a publisher at the age of eight years.
She wishes she still had that rejection letter.
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.
lives in the beautiful Rocky Mountains and enjoys her horses, playing her
violin, and traveling to Ireland every summer.