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Love and Destiny – Irish Style

by | April 8, 2009 | 10 comments

It seems as if Ireland has always had a hold on my heart – even before I realized it myself.

Growing up, I spent my summer vacations in a tiny little Eastern Quebec village called Irishtown, where my father was born. I can’t count the number of times I heard him sing Danny Boy, or dance a jig. I was surrounded by Irish/Maritime culture.

When I was fifteen, I developed a crush on an Irish actor, and being a bit of a “research junkie,” I decided I must learn everything I could about Ireland. That was when I began to seriously study the country’s history, culture, myths and legends, music – and anything else I could get my hands on.

Three years later, when I attended a friend’s wedding, I met the man destined to be my husband, and wouldn’t you know his mother is Irish?

I couldn’t get away from Ireland if I wanted to! So is it any wonder that my first historical romance, In Sunshine or in Shadow, is set in Ireland?

Here’s a blurb:

Siobhán Desmond will do anything to keep the tattered remains of her family alive, even if it means working for the new landlord – a darkly handsome stranger with secrets in his eyes and pain in his smile. As she watches her village return to life and begin to thrive under Rory’s care, she comes to understand his true nature, and soon finds herself falling under his sensual spell. As danger ignites all around them, Rory and Siobhán fight to right the wrongs of the past – and protect their newfound love.

And here’s a short excerpt:

Rory’s words echoed in her brain, sending prickles of alarm through her. “Do you know who did this, Rory?” she asked quietly, fighting to keep the tremor from her voice.

He didn’t flinch from her probing gaze. “I think it was Frank and Joe Kerrigan.”

The Kerrigan brothers again!

Chilled to the very marrow of her bones, she rubbed her hands over her arms in a futile attempt to warm herself. It seemed her destiny was forever tied to the brothers who’d destroyed her life so many years ago. Would the past never leave her alone?

“Was it because of me?” she asked, her voice no more than an aching whisper.

He heard, though. Abruptly he turned to her and gathered her into his arms. He felt warm and solid and safe. “No, my love, it wasn’t you. It was because of me. I dismissed the Kerrigans on Tom’s advice. The night he and Nora married, Eileen O’Farrell lost her crop to a fire. Now Tom and Nora’s cottage goes up in flames. It’s no secret in the village how Charlotte died. Wouldn’t Frank and Joe Kerrigan think this a fine way to punish me?”

She heard the pain in his voice and gazed up into his face, raw with anguish. She reached tentative fingers to caress the lines around his mouth and eyes, smoothing away the soot and perspiration he’d accumulated while fighting the fire.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she whispered, her throat aching with tenderness. She knew this was another burden her wounded love would take upon his shoulders. “Rory, it wasn’t! Sure, Frank and Joe Kerrigan were causing trouble in Ballycashel long before you came. Why, look what happened with Michael and Sean!”

“It’s different this time,” he insisted, and she felt his body shudder against hers. “They’re cowards, Siobhán. They won’t go after me directly. Instead they will attack me through my people. Who will be next? Old Liam Brady as he’s coming home from Donahue’s pub? Paddy Devlin as he comes back from courting his girl in Clifden? You?”

A great sense of weariness swept over her. “They’ve already taken my husband and brother. What more can they do to me?”

“They can take you away from me.”

His quiet intensity sent a jolt of molten desire through her. What did those words mean? She’d never belonged to him–not really. Did he truly value her that much? Or was she just another one of his tenants?

“I cannot lose you, Siobhán. Not now, when I have only just found you. I’ve been a bloody damned fool, thinking if I sent you away, you’d be safe. You will never be safe with me–no one ever has been. But I cannot bear to let you go!”

“I don’t want you to!” she whispered vehemently. “I love you, Rory O’Brien, and love is worth any risk in the world.” Raising up on tiptoe, she pressed her lips to his in a kiss that bespoke forgiveness, healing and passion.

He broke the kiss and glanced down at her, something like wonder in his eyes. With great tenderness, he skimmed his fingers down her cheek, sending little shivers through her. But his eyes were filled with torment. “I do not know if I can do this, Siobhán.”

“Do what, my love?”

“This! Any of this!” He gestured to the small thatched cottages, the fields of potatoes and corn, then to Ballycashel House. “I don’t know if I can be lord of Ballycashel. I cannot keep the crops safe, I cannot keep the tenants safe. I just don’t know if I can do it all. I don’t know if I can be everything to everyone!”

Siobhán touched his face tenderly. “You don’t have to,” she told him softly. “You don’t have to be anything but what you are. You’re such a good man, Rory O’Brien, responsible and caring. You’ve brought Ballycashel back to life. Sure, you’re the best landlord this village has ever known, and we’re lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one,” he countered, his hands moving in warm, gentle circles over her back. “For in coming back to Ballycashel, at long last I think I’ve finally come home.”

She pulled him close, so close she could feel the mingled beating of their hearts. “Then come,” she whispered against his cheek. “Come all the way home, my love.”

He watched her for a long, intense moment, and she could feel the awareness pulsing between them. Then, as if he’d found what he sought in her eyes, he released her, drew off the cloak that fluttered about him like a storm cloud, and tossed it to the ground. He knelt upon it, then turned to her and held out his hand.

“Come home with me, Siobhán.”

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  1. Tessy

    Great excerpt and wonderful cover art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. Julie Robinson

    Good morning, Cynthia. Interesting how a crush became a lifelong obsession for something related to the original focus! Hmm, that makes me think–I might need to examine my childhood crushes and see how they affect me today.

    Your excerpt sounds wonderful. It also sounds like you put a lot of research into your book so that the reader could feel she was there.


  3. Susan Macatee

    Great excerpt, Cynthia! Though it’s been a while since I read your wonderful book, this brought it all back. Although it’s been many years since I visited Ireland, I can still remember the feeling of being there. It’s a beautiful place.

  4. Cynthia Owens

    Thanks, Tessy!

  5. Kerensa

    Hi Cynthia,
    I loved how real Ireland felt in your novel. It made me want to visit Ireland even more than I already do!

  6. Cynthia Owens

    Hi, Julie,

    Glad you enjoyed the excerpt. It is interesting how a schoolgirl crush got me interested in Ireland. What’s even more interesting – and wonderfully rewarding – is that I’ve developed an e-mail friendship with the actor all these years later.

    I did do a lot of research for this story – well, I started when I was 15, after all! And this summer, I’ll finally get to visit Ireland. I’m counting the days!

  7. Cynthia Owens

    Thanks so much, Susan! I hope the excerpt will tempt you to visit Ballycashel once again. As for me, I can’t wait to visit Ireland in July!

  8. Cynthia Owens

    Thank you, Kerensa! One of the greatest compliments a writer can get is when a reader says her book felt “real.”

  9. Kathryn Albright

    Hi Cynthia,
    Ditto on what everyone else has said. Your excerpt just breathed of Ireland and being there without being overly intrusive. It sounds like setting for you is definitely another character. Great post!

  10. Cynthia Owens

    Thank you, Kathryn! I’ve always felt that setting is just as important as character. I always try to immerse my readers in whatever setting I choose, whether it’s a tiny wind-swept Irish village or a big city or – as in my current work-in-progress, a secluded island in the Atlantic.

    Glad you enjoyed the excerpt!



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