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A Sweet Encounter

The MFRW Steam hop is a monthly event hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. I'm sharing an ongoing excerpt from the second book in the Warrior Kings series, Eyes of the Seer. I loved creating Marcán and Astrid's love story.


During this time period, survival was not guaranteed and the warriors had to be bada** to keep themselves and the ones they loved alive. Marcán had always been in love with Astrid but as her brother's best friend, she saw him only as a nuisance. Follow along as this changes ;)



“I can do this myself.” He struggled to hide the arousal from his voice, trying for a firm tone. He refused to look at her, even when her hand slowed to a crawl. Even when her hand moved across his chest for the third time. Rubbing. Caressing.

He fought the need to look at her—and lost. Her eyes were fixed on the movement of the cloth across his chest. She appeared mesmerized at the sight of him. The soap made the motion a gentle slide. A thousand sensations prickled across his skin. And then, without planning it, he took his arm out of the water and wrapped his fingers around her neck, bringing her lips to his.

He was ready for her to slap him, but he couldn’t stop himself. Overcome with exhaustion and need, he hardly knew what he was doing. As if moving in a dream, the kiss he’d waited so long for happened with such slowness, every detail burned into his memory. Her eyes meeting his. Widening, but with pleasure rather than surprise. He definitely saw pleasure, just before they fluttered shut.

Her lips were as he’d imagined, rubbing across his in gentle exploration. He would have groaned, but feared the moment would be broken and she’d yank away from him. When the tip of her tongue slid against his lips, they parted and his moan finally escaped. His eyes flew open, but she did not pull back. Instead, she pressed herself against the tub, moving her tongue more fully into his mouth, its sweetness flooding his senses.

He forced himself to move slowly despite the pain in his groin, the unrelenting need for release. She was kissing him back! His Astrid was returning his kisses with sweet abandon! And things would never be the same.



Eyes of the Seer


He wishes to prove himself...


Marcán of Clonascra bears the bloodline of Brian Boru and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect from everyone but Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. Between her mother's condemning him as a pagan Seer and Astrid's total disinterest, he finds solace as the king's protector and confidant.


She is desperate to escape...


Astrid is more than ready to wed but her brother, the king, 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, will it be too late to have the happiness she'd always dreamed of?

Available in both e-book and paperback.

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