Recommended Read/Featured Today- FIERY ROSES

By Pat McDermott

Book #2 in the Band of Roses Trilogy

 

"Irish Kings still rule the Emerald Isle - and Princess Talty is in trouble again ..."

 

 

Irish Kings still rule the Emerald Isle, and part of the kingdom is burning . . .

In the thrilling sequel to A Band of Roses, the discovery of gas off the coast of Ireland ensnares Irish Crown Princess Talty Boru and her Royal Consort, Neil, in a web of blackmail and murder.  Intent on convincing County Mayo’s residents to allow a pipeline to cross their pristine boglands, an arsonist is setting homes and land ablaze. 

 

One of his fires sends newlyweds Talty and Neil to an ancient world at the mercy of a waking volcano. Their fledgling marriage comes under attack as they struggle to find their way home, and while they try to outwit a tyrant with a shocking secret, King Brian locks horns with ruthless oilmen trying to bully their way over the bogs.  The resulting conflict proves fatal for the Boru clan, whose members once again close ranks to thwart the latest threat to the kingdom they are sworn to protect.

 

 

EXCERPT

From his window seat in one of Casa Verro’s largest guest suites, Neil opened the shutters and inhaled the briny sea breeze. Beneath him, a patchwork of planted fields and pastures stretched for mile after emerald mile. Yet the realization that the land sat on a waking volcano spoiled the idyllic scene. That, and knowing the verdant panorama wasn’t Ireland. 

 

The air currents shifted. Tantalizing whiffs of pork and bread being roasted and baked for the Meddiss made Neil’s mouth water, yet they couldn’t subdue his growing dread that he’d never see Ireland again, never fly again, or zoom off in his Jaguar. His family, his friends, the home he’d built for Talty—Talty herself—would all be lost to him if the Peregrine Portal left him behind when it called the others home. 

 

The fervent “Ooh!” behind him was a sound he knew well: Talty had found something to wear to dinner. His weighty brooding lifted. He turned his head just as Renen raised the top of a shimmering white gown over the pink-tipped breasts that perfectly fit the palms of his hands.

 

For over an hour, Talty had been trying on the late Lady Danella’s gowns. Renen had come to help. Her shocked gasp when she’d first seen the scars on Talty’s chest had nearly caused Neil to send the woman away. Talty had staunchly said nothing, and Renen, a servant unaccustomed to questioning her betters, had recovered well. 

 

“This is lovely, Renen,” said Talty, and Neil silently agreed. 

 

“It is the finest silk.” The fussing servant pinned the shoulder straps with matching broaches. 

 

The dress fell over Talty’s bosom in graceful folds, the cloth so fine it seemed transparent. Gold threads woven through the material shimmered with her slightest move. The gathered waist flattered her slender form—too slender in Talty’s view, it seemed. 

 

“It fits well enough,” she said with a downward glance, “but the top is too big.” 

 

“Your mamms do look a little lost in there,” Neil called from the window. 

 

The women’s heads twisted toward him. As he suspected, they’d forgotten him. 

 

Talty’s brown eyes narrowed. She raised her chin and glared. “You never seem to have any trouble finding them!” 

 

Renen grinned at the playful repartee and reached for Talty’s shoulder. “The baroness stretched the dress more, yes, but you, Lady, are well formed and lovely. We will show them. We only have to fix the pins.” She gathered the material tighter and reset the broaches. 

 

When she finished, Talty’s eyes widened, silently asking Neil’s opinion. 

 

“You look more grippable now, darlin’.” He made squeezing gestures and laughed at her openmouthed gasp. “Really, Tal, you look fine. No goddess could be more beautiful.” 

 

“This one can,” said Renen. “We will add perfume and jewels, though even the baroness had no rings as fine as yours, Lady.” 

 

Talty extended her hand and gazed at the rings Neil had put there. She smiled at him as she answered Renen. “I feel strange wearing Danella’s things, but I suppose I have no choice.” 

 

“No,” said Neil. “The airline lost our luggage.”

 

 

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

Boston native Pat McDermott grew up in a family full of music and myths that have found their way into her romantic action/adventures set in an Ireland that might have been. The first two books in her Band of Roses trilogy, A Band of Roses and Fiery Roses, are available now. The third, Salty Roses, is scheduled for a November 2012 release. Her Young Adult novel,  Glancing Through the Glimmer, and its forthcoming sequel, Autumn Glimmer (Jan 2013), are paranormal adventures featuring Ireland’s mischievous fairies. Pat is a member of the New Hampshire Writers’ Project, Seacoast Writers’ Association, Romance Writers of America, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. Her favorite non-writing activities include cooking, reading, music, hiking, music, and traveling, especially to Ireland. She lives and writes in New Hampshire.

 

 

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Today's Feature- A BAND OF ROSES by Pat McDermott #Romance

Irish kings still rule the Emerald Isle—and a princess is in trouble . . .

Ancient Irish traditions remain strong in a world where High King Brian Boru survived the Battle of Clontarf and established a dynasty that rules Ireland to this day.  When greed for oil prompts England’s Regent to claim an Irish island in the North Atlantic, Ireland’s Crown Princess Talty becomes a pawn in a murderous plot to seize the throne of England. 

From Japan to California to an eleventh century Ireland preparing for the Battle of Clontarf, Talty must hide her true identity, though she can’t hide her ingrained training as a member of the Fianna: the warriors who guard the Kingdom of Ireland.  She brings home a discovery worth more than any oil well, yet all she wants is to return to her family and Neil Boru, the adoptive cousin she secretly loves and cannot have—or so she thinks.  Neil has a secret of his own, one that emerges as the Boru clan works with MI6 to thwart an invasion of Ireland and bring Talty home.

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In a twenty-first century Ireland ruled by the heirs of High King Brian Boru, a homesick girl meets a prince in disguise, and both run afoul of the fairies . . .

 The excerpt below is set on the magnificent cliff walk in Howth, Ireland. It’s a perfect spot for Janet and Liam’s first date.

Or is it?

* * * *

The first time Liam slipped and fell, he cursed the rain-damp grass. He blamed his second tumble on his haste to catch up with Janet. What on earth had possessed the girl to run off like that? She couldn’t possibly want to find music that badly.

Music only she could hear.

The third time he lost his balance, he’d swear someone had pushed him, but no one was there. He landed on his hands and knees and cursed again. He might not be a muscleman, but he was far from a clumsy dolt. A lifetime of sports and outdoor treks had surely left him fit enough to climb a scrubby little hillside.

Something strange was afoot.

I’m being ridiculous. The breeze must have kept him from hearing the music she heard. She’d likely gone after the owner of whatever was playing the tune to learn its name.

Yet the Nose of Howth seemed deserted. How odd for a sunny Sunday morning. Even if Janet had gone off seeking the source of the music, no amount of rationalizing could explain why she’d left so abruptly. The chilling sense that she was in danger had Liam’s heart thumping high in his throat.        

Should he call his cousin? If Kevin was still on the pier, it would take him a while to get here. And practical Kevin would surely think Liam astray in the head.

Maybe he was, but something told him he had to find Janet, and fast. Keeping close to the ground as if he were dodging radar, he clambered monkey-like up the hill. This time he reached the top of the rise. Lumps in the landscape surrounded him, clumps of rock and rolling masses of heather and gorse that encircled the level spot where he stood. He knew the place well. Except for the curious lack of weekend hill walkers, nothing seemed amiss.

 “Janet!”

He listened hard. A seagull cried in the distance. Otherwise, all was silent. No, wait! Music drifted toward him, a plucky harp tune he might have enjoyed under different circumstances. Was that what Janet had heard?

Where was it? He turned in a circle, squinting in the sunlight, scanning, straining to hear. When he returned to the spot where he’d started, a jolt of fear set his pulse racing.

A round stone hut had appeared on the highest part of the clearing. Its low thatched roof rose to a ridiculously high point. It resembled a roundhouse, the sort of dwelling that belonged in a prehistoric ring fort.

Or a fairy fort.

Liam swallowed hard. He’d seen replicas of such huts in Ireland’s folk parks. He’d also viewed ruins of the original ring forts, all that remained of the structures built by the mysterious peoples who’d lived and died in Ireland thousands of years ago.

Where had this one come from? Why was it on the Nose of Howth? Liam had never seen it before, nor had he heard of any gimmicky tourism plans for the cliff walk. Of course, he didn’t know everything. Convincing himself that he’d failed to see the hut at first because the sun had blinded him, he ventured toward the structure.

He spotted a doorway and relaxed. Janet was there, speaking to a woman wearing a period costume, medieval or older. That’s what it was, he thought: tourism come to tarnish Howth. How could Uncle Peadar have allowed such nonsense?

Liam called Janet’s name again, but neither she nor the woman showed any sign that they’d heard him. The wind must have carried his voice away. He stalked toward the roundhouse. As he approached, the costumed woman placed a necklace over Janet’s head.

The roundhouse flickered, faded, and reappeared. Alarmed, Liam stopped. This was no tourist gimmick. As his thoughts scrambled for an explanation, the woman grabbed Janet’s arm and pulled her into the hut.

“Janet, no!” His ferocious roar proved useless. Unbelievably, the roundhouse began to dissolve. No longer doubting his horrified senses, he dove at the hut and charged through the disappearing door.     

The world around him melted away.

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I thoroughly enjoyed doing the cliff walk on Howth again and revisiting Dublin with Pat McDermott's characters. While everything seemed so familiar, her fairies inhabiting the island, kept me on my toes. The idea of an Irish king ruling the country today adds to the fun and enchantment. The troubles of the American ambassador's granddaughter drew me in from the start. Beautifully written, the story plays with the contrast of a modern day Ireland and the presence of mythical creatures. Great read for young and old. 
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I just spent seven hours "away with the fairies" and loved every minute of it! Pat's enchanting novel is the perfect blend of Irish folklore, magic, romance, action and suspense. I would recommend this book to young adults of all ages. I found myself entertained, engrossed and educated. The scenery and images brought me right into the story with the characters. From the Irish royal family to a myriad of magical fairies, "Glancing Through The Glimmer" is an enthralling page turner that should not be missed.
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What a great read! This book had fairies and danger and a handsome young prince - what more could you ask for? I want to plan a trip to Ireland right now with this book as my guide!!!
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Glancing Through the Glimmer is a treat! Fairies, princes, love, and danger! And we also get a taste of traveling Ireland. Pat McDermott is a wonderful writer -- her choice of detail bring Ireland, the characters and the story alive! I was totally entranced and read this book in one sitting -- all wrapped up cozy by the fire. I really hope she has a sequel - I'm not ready to leave Liam, Janet and the Fairies just yet!
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It is not often that I buy a book that I simply cannot put down! I am so happy to have learned of this author, and this story. She blends fact and fantasy, and presents us with "what might have been." While one can argue that the fantasy introduced could never happen, Ms. McDermott does, indeed, make us believe that not only could it...it actually did. Set in modern-day Ireland, but with a twist (I don't want to give away too many details...best you should discover them for yourself!), this extraordinary story will lift you from your every day world and transport you to Mother Ireland, where a wonderful story of young love mixes with a bit of the faery kingdom. There is romance, suspense and a plot designed to keep you reading long into the night. This is a book that I will read over and over again, particularly when I need a "lift" to my spirits. Thank you, Ms. McDermott, for your imagination and the ability to spin your story into words! You are, indeed, one heck of a seanchaí! I couldn't possibly give you a better compliment. Now...I want more! Review by- I Am Celt "Liz"


Loved this storyline! Just the sort of book I would have picked in my junior high days: Ireland, fairies, a hint of romance, and lots of adventure!! Perfect for ages 10-16. I highly recommend for young readers.
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Meet the Author ~ Pat McDermott ...

Born and educated in Boston, Massachusetts, Pat McDermott is the author of a series of romantic action/adventure stories set in an Ireland that might have been.

Glancing Through the Glimmer, her first Young Adult novel, is a prequel to her “Band of Roses” trilogy, coming in 2012 from MuseItUp Publishing.

Her favorite non-writing activities include cooking, reading, music, hiking, music, and traveling, especially to Ireland.

Pat is a member of the New Hampshire Writers’ Project, Seacoast Writers’ Association, Romance Writers of America, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. She lives and writes in New Hampshire.

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In the modern Kingdom of Ireland, few mortals believe in the fairy folk. Without that belief, the fairies are dying. Finvarra, the King of the Fairies, would rather dance than worry—but he must have a mortal dancing partner. 

When Janet Gleason’s grandfather becomes the new U.S. Ambassador to Ireland, the sixteen-year-old orphan must leave Boston and her friends behind. Janet is lonely in Dublin and unused to her grandparents’ stuffy social life. An invitation to a royal ball terrifies her. She can’t even waltz and dreads embarrassment. Finvarra’s fairy witch overhears her fervent wish to learn to dance. 

Seventeen-year-old Prince Liam Boru loathes the idea of escorting another spoiled American girl to a ball. In fact, he detests most of his royal duties. He dresses down to move through Dublin unnoticed and finds himself on his royal backside when Janet crashes into him. Intrigued, he asks to see her again, and she willingly agrees. Unaware of each other’s identities, they arrange to meet. When they do, the fairies steal Janet away. 

Liam’s attempts to find her trigger a series of frustrating misadventures. Can he and Janet outwit a treacherous fairy king who’s been hoodwinking mortals for centuries?

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Excerpt from, "A Band of Roses," by Pat McDermott

The village of Howth sits at the northern cusp of the crescent that forms Dublin Bay. Upscale shops and restaurants line the main street. Fishing trawlers bob in the water beside a private yacht club. Splendid homes adorn the small peninsula, from the waterfront to the top of Howth Head, a lofty bluff that overlooks the Irish Sea. Foremost among these grand abodes is Garrymuir, a majestic estate that had been in the Boru family for generations. Prince Peadar, King Brian’s only sibling, lived there now with his wife and two sons.
A special wing of Garrymuir housed an airy gymnasium dedicated to training Ireland’s next generation of Fianna. Neil Boru, Peadar’s elder son, expected to join their elite ranks soon. While he waited for Talty to change, Neil stood beneath the skylights twirling his bata in practiced circles, swinging the lethal hardwood staff at imaginary enemies.
For years he and Talty had trained to become Fian warriors. Neil’s father had paired the cousins as partners years before, after Neil had emerged as the only boy in the training class unafraid to trounce Talty.
Talty’s midweek call had surprised him. Since her assignment to the Alastrina, Neil had only seen her on his weekend leaves from the Air Corps. Still, he’d had no trouble obtaining permission from his commanding officer to rearrange his flight-training schedule so he could take her to Garrymuir. Being the king’s nephew had its privileges.
“Ready, Neil?” Talty marched in from the lockers dressed in padded workout clothes, as he was. She hefted a six-foot bata from a rack on the wall.
A pretty enough girl, he thought, though thin to the point of being wiry. Her ivory skin and auburn hair proclaimed her Boru heritage. Neil’s own blue-black hair and azure eyes were constant reminders, at least to him, that he only bore his royal surname through the kindness of the man who’d married his mother shortly before Neil’s birth.
He stepped toward Talty. “I’m ready. You’re not.”
“What do you mean?”
Neil loved her tiny pout, the last vestige of the little girl who’d grown up with him and become one of his closest friends. “I mean this.” He tugged her hair, a ritual he’d performed since their first training class, after a fellow Fian student had tried to defend himself against Talty by grabbing her chestnut locks and yanking too hard.
Pulling something from her pocket, she shook her head and ensnared her dark red tresses in a ponytail. “All right. Let’s go.”
She banged her bata three times on the floor, the signal to start. Neil approached her as he always did: with caution. His father’s voice whispered in his ear: A pretty little girl can kill you just as dead as a big, ugly man.
Talty never began a training bout the same way twice. Today she started pacing. Neil concentrated, tried to sense her battle spirit—and just managed to parry a lightning-fast shot to his chest. She jabbed her bata at his head. He had a split second to decide whether to ward a strike that might be a feint, or wait and parry the real attack.
Thwack! The blow might have broken his thigh if he hadn’t deflected it. He darted behind her. She whirled to protect her back.
Sudden fury blazed in her chestnut eyes. Neil decided he’d better find out what was going on before he got hurt. “What’s up, Tal? Uncle Brian got you flustered again? Taking it out on me again?”
“Nothing’s up!” With a furious swing, she cracked her bata against his.
He barely countered the assault. Talty would be a fine addition to the Banfianna, as the female Fianna were called. She might be lagging behind Neil—her royal duties had cut into her training time—but she knew her moves and possessed a strength that belied her slender form.
Thwack! Thwack!
Neil danced back, his bata raised before him in defense. “All right, Tal, what’s wrong? Tell me before you kill me so I can die happy.”
Thwack! “Nothing’s wrong.”
Her glistening eyes said otherwise. Neil flung his bata down, twisted hers from her hands, and slammed his thigh behind her knees.
She crumpled in outrage to the shock-absorbent floor. “You big dope!”
Turning so she wouldn’t see him grin, he sauntered to a nearby alcove and drew two bottles of mineral water from the mini-fridge. “You should learn the Fian motto, Tal.”
“I know it as well as anyone!” She rolled to her feet and stomped after him. “’Truth in our Hearts, Strength in our Arms, Dedication to our Promise!’”
He plunked himself down on the bench against the wall. “All right. Let’s start with truth in your heart.” With two quick twists, he removed the bottle caps and pitched them into a nearby wastebasket. He raised one bottle in a gesture of truce.
She accepted it and sat beside him. A swig of water seemed to calm her down. “Thanks, Neily. You’re always looking after me.”
“It’s my duty to look after you. I’m your Shivail.”
“An honorary title you take far too seriously. I can look after myself.”
“My father’s always taught me to protect you. ‘As long as you live, neither for gold nor for any other reward in the world abandon one you are pledged to protect.’”
“You’re full of Fian mottoes today. How about this? ‘A pig’s arse, and that’s pork.’”
He pretended to be shocked. “That’s not a Fian motto.”
She drew the bottle to her smiling lips and chugged. “Get a life, Neil. You have more to do than baby-sit me. You’re going to be the best pilot the Air Corps ever had.” The pride in her voice pleased him. “And then there’s the girls.”
“What girls?” He tried but failed to keep from grinning.
“Truth in our hearts, Neily. I’ve heard how you and our rascally cousin Aidan have the girls swooning all over Ireland.” She poked his shoulder. “Strength in our arms.”
“How about you, Lady Princess, off on a ship full of randy sailors?”
Her cheeks blazed. That such a strong young woman could blush so easily had always amused Neil. “I’m not interested in such things, Neil Boru. Anyway, it wouldn’t matter if I had tons of lovers. I’m to marry Thomas Wessex.”
Neil froze, unsure that he’d heard correctly. “Thomas Wessex? He’s the King of England.”
“Aren’t you a feckin’ genius.” She drank until her bottle was empty.
“I don’t believe it. You can’t marry Thomas Wessex. He’s . . . he’s not well.”
Her eyes glistened. She swatted at the threatening tears. “That means nothing in the grand scheme of world politics.”
Unsure what to do, he leaned toward her. “Don’t cry, Tal.”
“I am not crying!”
“No.” A gulp of water hid another smile. “That would be ridiculous. Can’t you refuse?”
Breathing deeply, she quickly regained her composure. “I could have, but I didn’t. I wanted to do it. If I marry Thomas, I won’t be Crown Princess anymore.”
“What? How can you not be Crown Princess anymore?”
Talty explained the treaties, and how Geoffrey Wessex had insisted she relinquish her title to her brother Liam. Her declaration that she hated her “king lessons” and despised sitting about like a delicate doll while everyone else had all the fun astonished him.
“So I agreed,” she said. “But as I thought about it, I felt like a cow being sold at the fair. I love my father, but sometimes I wish I were someone else’s daughter.”
She was afraid, though she’d never admit it. Neil set his water down and squeezed her hands. “Your father would never hurt you, and no one’s going to harm you while I’m around.”
With a sigh, she slipped her hands from his. “This politics stuff is all codology.”
“Arranged marriages between England and Ireland are nothing new. My father was supposed to marry Claudia Wessex, remember?”
Talty’s quicksilver temperament cast its spell. Like sunshine bursting from behind a dark cloud, a smile lit her face—and Neil’s heart.
“But he didn’t.” She pecked his cheek. “The smartest thing your father ever did was marry your mother and adopt you the day you were born.”
Her unwitting reminder that he wasn’t a born Boru overshadowed the compliment. He tugged a wayward wisp of her hair. “Come on, Tal. Let’s get changed for dinner.”

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Irish kings still rule the Emerald Isle—and a princess is in trouble . . .

Ancient Irish traditions remain strong in a world where High King Brian Boru survived the Battle of Clontarf and established a dynasty that rules Ireland to this day. When greed for oil prompts England’s Regent to claim an Irish island in the North Atlantic, Irish Crown Princess Talty becomes a pawn in a murderous plot to seize the throne of England.

From Japan to California to an eleventh century Ireland preparing for the Battle of Clontarf, Talty must hide her true identity, though she can’t hide her ingrained training as a member of the Fianna: the warriors who guard the Kingdom of Ireland. She brings home a discovery worth more than any oil well, yet all she wants is to return to her family and Neil Boru, the adoptive cousin she secretly loves and cannot have—or so she thinks. Neil has a secret of his own, one that emerges as the Boru clan works with MI6 to thwart an invasion of Ireland and bring Talty home.

Review of A Band of Roses, by WRDF's Tabatha Franc:

This is a well written story I easily found myself lost in. I found myself diving into the lives of royals and warriors. This story is one of love, mystery, adventure and intrigue. This had many twists and turns that I never expected. The gripping love story accents the amazing adventures that the characters find themselves going on. By the end I found that I had laughed and cried with the characters. I found myself staying up till wee hours just so that I could find out what happened next. I can honestly say this is a story I will read again.

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Title: A Band of Roses
Author: Pat McDermott
Publisher: Red Rose Publishing
Genre: Mainstream /Alternate History Adventure
ISBN: 978-1-60435-292-4
Word Count: 133,982
Price: $5.99