Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Selkie's Song

Today's special guest is Clare Austin. Clare submitted her first manuscript to a publisher at the age of eight years. She wishes she still had that rejection letter.

Many years and not a few stories later, with characters knocking at the inside of her cranium and begging to be released, Clare’s romantic comedy, Butterfly, was published. There followed a suspenseful sequel, Angel’s Share, and Hot Flash, a women’s fiction/romance for mature women and the men who love them.

Clare lives in the beautiful Rocky Mountains and enjoys her horses, playing her violin, and traveling to Ireland every summer. 


They call her Selkie. Muireann O'Malley often felt she was born of the sea but refuses to let sentimentality stand in the way of her crusade to protect the shore she has wandered since a small child. A patch of West Clare, Ireland, and a derelict building are all that stand between the cliffs she loves and the callous grip of progress.

Tynan Sloane should be content with success, but a dream beckons. O'Fallon's Pub in historic downtown Boston is for sale and Tynan wants to make it his. An unexpected inheritance of land in the west of Ireland could provide the financing he needs. He doesn't expect his quick trip to sell the land to rekindle youthful passion.

 Fifteen years ago, they had an adolescent crush. Now disparate ambition and a legend as old as Ireland herself stand between them. Will love and myth collide to bring them together or tear them apart?


The window was open and the breeze filled the
room with salty air. “It’s perfect, Mary.” Ty set his bag
down on the floor, his mandolin case on the bed, and
stepped to the window. He’d lived in Ireland most of
his life, but something about this place set the skin on
the back of his neck to prickle with unexpected

Mary was puttering about, opening cupboards and
showing him where to hang his clothes, chatting to no
one in particular the whole time. “…and if ya happen
down to those cliffs—”

“What do you call them? Those cliffs to the west
there.” He pointed to a spectacular grassy paddock
dotted with sheep and bounded on the far side by a drop
of about five hundred feet.

“Ah, yes, now that headland is Ceann Na
Conghaile, Conneely’s Head.”

“I’m certain there’s a story behind that name.”
Tynan knew it wouldn’t take much probing to get the
whole tale from Mary. She was poised to give it—with

“True, oh, so true. Legend has it, long ago, the kin
of the Conneely were selkies.” She pointed, with a
slight tremor of her hand, for dramatic effect no doubt.

“A man needs to be cautious when he hears the selkie’s
song. I believe it’s not simply a tale, more than one man
has been lured from those cliffs…” She looked square
in his eyes and took a deep breath. “They can’t stop
themselves. Ah, it’s a tragic thing, it is.”


Clare will be awarding a print (US only) or digital copies (international) of the first two books in the series, Butterfly and Angel's Share to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.
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