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#MedMon18 Astrid Finds Her Love

And, sad to say, this is the last of our Medieval Monday snippets for now. Check back for our next set of excerpts.


Astrid took a step closer.

“I am readying a bath for ye.” She swallowed right before she reached a hand out to him. “Come.”

She couldn’t be sure, but she sensed there was some inner struggle.

Don’t give up on me now!

When she moved closer, he finally closed the distance to her and accepted her hand. Heat shot up her arm, warming her innards. His palm was rough and she realized she’d never actually touched his hand before.

It was quite large, making her hand seem as small as a child’s.

“I need to get ye something to eat as well.”

She started to move away, but he stood fast. “What are ye about, Astrid?”

Closing her eyes, she basked in the sound of her name on his lips. How could she have been so blind? When she opened her eyes, he had moved into the light. That same light revealed her expression to him, and he searched her face as if looking for answers.

“Are ye trying to talk me out of telling Diarmuid about Pádraig? Ye needn’t bother. I have done so.”

His tone was even. Steady. And his words meant far less to her than the sound of his voice. That was like a caress and she struggled to keep her eyes open and focused on him. He frowned.

“Ye can go back in, Astrid. I can see to my own needs.”


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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