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.
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?
Ignoring the Private Property, Keep Out sign, she
parked her bicycle up against the ruins. Muireann laid
her hand against the crumbling surface and closed her
eyes. Wishing, willing some voice to speak to her, tell
her where her search should begin. She waited. Nothing
came but the moan of the wind making its way down to
The bracken was knee high and she knew it would
top out at her shoulders by the summer solstice.
Stepping carefully to avoid the nettles and sheep
droppings, she crossed the threshold at the south-facing
If the stones could talk, Muireann would like to
have known what tales they would tell. Until the
famine—the Gorta Mόr—this had been the home of
the Ó Máille.
Rebuilt after Cromwell’s cannons took down the
original façade, it had been a rather grand house for the
time: two floors, a huge fireplace that warmed a hall
vast enough for the entire clan as well as an ox or two.
In medieval times, the east approach had been
protected by a chevaux-de-frise. Now the stones, once
sharp and impenetrable, poked benignly from under
centuries of turf. The west edge of the land came right
up to one of the highest cliffs this region boasted,
making an attack from the sea almost impossible.
Today, only the chimney stones against the
morning sky remained of the former glory of the estate,
but Muireann had a brilliant picture in her mind,
painted by the last of the Ó Máille chieftains, Bertie
How had this place, which should have been
deemed a landmark, fallen by the wayside of popular
memory? The bureaucracy had smothered the spirit of
more than one Irish person. This was just another
example. The economic depression in Ireland and most
of Europe had all but shut down the flow of money that
could save landmarks like this.
And though part of her interest was in preserving
this place for its intrinsic value, it also stood as a last
bastion, a feeble but real barrier, to access the coastal
cliffs. If she would protect her seals, this nearly
forgotten few hectares made the best deterrent.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
A word about the author…
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 summer.
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