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#8Sunday WeWriWa - Astrid Sees to Marcán's Needs


Welcome back for another exciting episode of Weekend Writing Warriors! Check out our amazing authors and snippets from all genres. I write historical romance :) I'm continuing with my excerpt from Eyes of the Seer. The hero's POV - Marcán.

“Sit.” He indicated the spot beside him.

“Let me see to yer bath, Marcán.”

Dumbfounded, he simply stared at her retreating back. It was usually Joan who saw to such things for Marcán. He was shown this deference as a sign of his value to the clan.

The thought of Astrid helping him in his bath stiffened his prick in an instant. Followed by the realization that it would not be a good idea to allow her to touch him. The simple act of assisting in his bath could be his undoing; he wanted her that much.

In ancient Ireland, men and women take to the legends for answers. Different-colored eyes are the mark of a Seer, it is said, and those who can see the future are in league with the devil. They cannot be suffered to live.

He wishes to prove himself…

Marcán of Clonascara bears the bloodline of Brian Boru, the legendary high king, and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect. But he was born with different-colored eyes, and there are some who would have him suffer a Seer’s fate. His fiercest adversary is Beibhinn, mother to Diarmuid, his close friend and king, and Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. If Astrid ever showed him any interest, he would fight Beibhinn and any army to wed her. She is desperate to escape… Astrid is sick of her mother’s belittling, but her brother is in no hurry to see her married, so she decides to see to her own match-making. The man she approaches quickly reveals his lack of honor, but her overbearing mother pushes her to wed him anyway. When Astrid discovers Marcán’s love for her, she realizes that what she wants has been in front of her all along. True happiness awaits them, but only if they can put a stop to her mother’s plans.

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