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The Pursuit Begins

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 ;)


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.”

Merewyn’s willing expression flashed through her mind, but something in his eyes told her the regard he had once borne for her had not faded. He was protective of her, attentive, and not at all like her brother. He tilted his head now, his eyes squinting as if trying to read an unclear sign. And there was a good chance he could. He knew her very well. Better than she knew herself.

“This has nothing to do with my punishment.”

“’Tis not up to me to say what that punishment may be. I hold no sway over yer ri túaithe.”

She wetted her lips. “That I know. And I also know ye have every right to see to any punishment yerself… as ’twas ye I disrespected with my disobedience.”

“I will not discipline ye.”

Astrid could feel a scorching heat, but she wasn’t sure if it was from her or from him. “No. Ye never have.”

“And I will not.”

Astrid wasn’t sure what to say to convince him that she was sincere in her desire to see to his needs. His chest rose and fell and she noticed his breathing getting faster. Looking from blue eye to green eye, she said, “Allow me to assist ye. I have wronged ye, and I know that. Believe me, I do. I ask ye to allow me to show ye the respect due every warrior. Respect I have been sorely lacking.”


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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