Book one of my new Ronan series is out from Rebel Ink
Press. Ronan’s Woman is first of an
ongoing series about my wild Irishman, Ronan O’Neill and his life on the 1850’s
frontier. Ronan’s Life will be out on
March 17, St. Patrick’s Day, perfect for an Irishman don’t you think and
Ronan’s Bride is well underway!
Ronan’s Woman
Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy
Rebel Ink Press
Jan 17 2013
ISBN# RIP 00117
$1.99
6913 words
Romance/historical romance
Blurb:
After
surviving the Irish famines, Ronan O’Neill’s spent his time since arriving in
America fighting to earn his keep. His
bare knuckles, no holds bar style may put food into his belly but a fight in a
tiny Ozarks settlement brings more than he expected. Not only is he injured, he meets a woman,
Jane, who offers to tend his wounds and brings him home. Bleeding, aching, and with no place else to
go, Ronan agrees to the pretty woman’s request.
Although she proves to be an outcast, she’s also a widow with a few fey
ways and a connection to him he can’t begin to understand. As he heals, he realizes he might – after so
long – find his way home.
Excerpt:
With his feet planted on the thick
green grass heavy with clover, Ronan O’Neill balled his hands into tight fists
and prepared to take on his opponent.
Murmurs from the gathered crowd echoed in his ears but beyond the noise
he heard birds singing in the trees at the edge of the grounds. Overhead the noon sun shone down over the
gathering. Somewhere Ronan caught the sweet scent of honeysuckle still in
blossom in early September, stronger than his own rank stench of sweat and
anxiety. No matter how many times he
fought or how well he put up a mask of bravado Ronan always tasted fear until
the first punch. Then blood lust, battle
instinct, rose up and he thought about nothing else.
Just as the
first contender stepped forward, Ronan saw the woman. She stood apart from the others with a worn
shawl across her shoulders and her feet bare.
He noticed her dark hair was tamed into a heavy braid descending past
her knees. When her dark eyes met his, he noted her pretty face. Few women graced the throng with their
presence and those who did kept close to their men, but this one stood alone.
And unlike the others, she didn’t wear a sunbonnet or hat of any kind. He thought she smiled at him, a sweet brief
expression, and he inclined his head in a brief nod to acknowledge it.
1 comment:
That is the perfect day for its release. Congrats!
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