Selkie’s Song by Clare Austin–Excerpt and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. 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. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on 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?

Enjoy an excerpt:

Oiche Fheile Eoín. St. John’s Eve happened in Ireland each midsummer. It was an ancient celebration
and, in Ballinacurragh, a grand excuse for a party.

Bonfires would blaze up and down the Irish coast. The heat of all combined was no match for the burn of
need Tynan felt for the woman in his arms.

The promise of great music, food, and laughter had drawn both locals and tourists into Ballinacurragh this
evening. O’Malley’s had been packed to the walls since noon, serving the appetite and thirst of young and old.

By ten o’clock, there was only room for the music that spun and flowed through the spaces in the standing

Muireann had tucked in tightly between a bouzouki and a bodhrán with barely enough elbow room to lift a
glass to her lips. “We need a mando player in here,” she shouted above the chatter and waved at Tynan.

“Got room for one more?” he said as he wedged himself into place next to Muireann, pint of stout in one
hand, mando in the other. “Thanks. I thought I was going to have to buy the band a round to get a seat next to you.” He sat at her left so the mandolin neck wouldn’t be between them.

Ty had not been able to keep his gaze from Muireann as she sang. With the slow airs and laments,
she always closed her eyes. Though this was tradition, with Muireann it was as though she stood naked before all creation, exposed and vulnerable, her only protection the ability to transport herself to a secret world within the music.

Her voice touched chords he’d forgotten lived in his memory. Joy and sorrow, hope and despair, the
words might mask her meaning, but the tones exposed her soul.

Now, nearly midnight, the twilight of Ireland’s longest day hung suspended over the sea in a red haze.
He held her close, the fragrance of her hair reminiscent of herbs and sun-drenched blossoms, her lips touched with a tangy scent of the whiskey she’d sipped earlier.

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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  1. Thanks for hosting!

  2. Love the excerpt!!
    Thanks for sharing and for the chance to win!
    natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

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