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The Pleasure of the Inevitable

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 ;)


The pleasure of Marcán’s lips on hers exploded inside her. It could not be more different from Pádraig’s kiss. This was a man holding back, in control, allowing her to move in whatever way she desired. This was a man who cared about her, and that knowledge gave her courage. When her tongue moved against his, he met her stroke for stroke, sucking her into his mouth to experience their joining more fully. His moan had set off not alarms but a deep well of need. A need that seemed right. A need that she knew he could see to when she was ready. It would be safe to open herself up. To open herself to him.

A sudden chill caught her attention and she shivered, the drastic difference between the air in the hut and the heat rising up from her core, no doubt.

But Marcán broke the kiss, concern on his face. “Are ye cold?”

She smiled, her breath easing out between her parted lips. Pulling away from the tub, she stood. Her gown was soaked. She might as well be standing there naked, and Marcán’s hooded eyes were taking in every bit of her. She shivered again, not from the dampness, but from the look of longing on his face.

How easy it would have been for Pádraig to force himself on her. She could not have stopped him on her own. Her innocence would be gone now, ripped from her. Was it not better that she give herself willingly to a man who would treat her gently? One who cared for her?

Reaching for her hem, she doffed the gown.

His eyes locked onto hers and she could actually feel his desperation. Clothed in only her sleeveless undertunic, she urged him out of the water. The touch of his lips was tentative now, but she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against her. He was hard for her and she canted her hips to feel him more fully against her.

Marcán yanked back, his breath heaving with his struggle for self-control. “Astrid, ye do not—”

“I do. Stop being my protector. Ye are the one I need no protection from.”

“Aye, ye do!” His eyes were wide as he stepped out of the tub. “I am a man in great need.”


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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