by Clare Austin
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?
Someone pounded a glass on the bar and called for
silence. Others tapped spoons on their pint glasses until
the talking ceased and the room was quiet as a church
on Monday night.
It started so softly, Tynan thought he was once
again in a dream by the sea. The singer had her back to
him, head bowed. She wore a knitted cap, but dark hair
escaped its boundaries and streamed over her shoulders.
He knew by tradition her eyes would be closed.
Her sound was clear as a ringing bell, and he found
himself wondering if she had a face to match the beauty
of her vocal offering.
The fiddler joined her with the lightest touch of his
bow, and the resonance pulled gently at Tynan’s heart.
Her voice was evocative of other times and places.
He’d heard the song before, but not with this
gentleness…a mother’s hand on a wounded child, a
land and it’s people caressed and healed by lyric and
melody. It spoke of friends, of fish, and of the summer
Was she muse or prophet? Every cell in Tynan’s
body sang along with her, as though she reached out
and touched the most intimate threads of his soul. He
couldn’t swallow and could barely breathe.
“I stood by your Atlantic shore and sang a song for
Ireland,” she sang in tones meant to transcend the
physical and pierce the core of an Irishman’s spirit.
The strains ceased. A benediction of silence
hovered. Ty closed his eyes, picked up his glass, and let
the smooth whiskey glide over his tongue and down his
throat. The band picked up with a jig and the spell was
When he looked again, the singer was gone.
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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