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Authors: Mia Marlowe

Tags: #historical romance, #celtic, #viking


BOOK: Erinsong



is lushly romantic.
(Marlowe) captures the atmosphere of early Ireland, gifting us
with a lovely, sweet story of love’s power to overcome hate and
RT BOOKReviews


“(Marlowe) creates an this story
that indulges her readers and leaves them wanting more.
a powerful love story, rich in vivid detailing, strong
characters and a hero and heroine who touch your heart in places
you didn’t know existed.
is a masterpiece. I loved
this captivating story and you will too.”—
Fresh Fiction


“A brilliantly told tale...
Erinsong is
romantic, emotional, and very memorable and will leave readers
wanting more. A lush and richly developed historical with vivid
detailing and forbidden love....I was drawn to the characters in a
way that had me wishing the story would never end. A moving
portrayal of love conquering all,
Erinsong is
a ‘keeper.’
Historical Romance Writers


Erinsong is
well-told and the characters so riveting that I couldn’t help but
fall right into the story....If you’re looking for a book to while
away a long winter day, this should do it— along with a cup of
coffee and a good fire, you’ve got a perfect cure for the winter
blues.—Desert Isle Keeper Designation!”—
All About





“Brings both Scandinavia and the exotic
eastern city known to the Vikings as Miklagard to life through her
strong characters. Readers will watch for her next historical


“From Scandinavia to the Byzantine slave
markets, this steamy love story calls to mind the great mistresses
of the genre: Small, Henley and Mason. Filled with forbidden love,
betrayal, redemption and hope.”—
RT BOOKReviews


“A fresh new voice in romance. Dramatic and
will leave you clamoring for
more.”—Connie Mason,
New York Times
Bestselling Author of
Sins of the Highlander


“Fast-paced and extremely enjoyable. If you
enjoy a passionate tale told across the tapestry of a well-woven
historical backdrop, then you must pick up this.”—
Romance Writers


“A beautifully written epic tale of love,
honor, and sacrifice.”—
Romance Reviews Today


takes us on a whirlwind
journey.... an incredible amount of storytelling talent. Take this
wonderful journey—you’ll be glad you did.”—
Fresh Fiction







“Is that all I am in your eyes? Just a
Northman?” When Brenna tried to pull away, he tugged her in close
and cupped her chin. “Can you not say my true name? Not even

He leaned toward her, his deep eyes dark in
the moonlight. His mouth was so close, one corner turned slightly
up. Brenna gulped, wondering what that mouth might taste like.

“Jorand,” she said softly.

The name was nearly swallowed up as his lips
covered hers in a kiss both sudden and inevitable. Her first
impulse was to pull away, but his mouth beguiled her. It was not
the kind of kiss she expected from a man like him.

His mouth was warm and sure, pressing against
hers just enough to let her know she’d been kissed before he pulled
back. It was as sweet a kiss as she could imagine. A kiss that
wanted to give, not take. A kiss that left no bitterness in its

“There now, that wasn’t so terrible, was it?”
he asked.

“Saying your name or letting you kiss


Her lips twitched in a suppressed smile. “It
was tolerable.”

“Just tolerable?” He grinned. “I know can do
better than that.”


A Note to Readers


Dear Reader,


At the end of
Bjorn’s friend Jorand vows to set off on a three
year sojourn to see the wide world and have some adventures of his


When my husband and I
visited Ireland and saw the fabulous artistry in the Book of Kells
at Trinity University, I decided I wanted
to write about an Irish heroine who had mastered the art of
illuminating manuscripts. Then when I learned that Dublin started
as a Viking over-winter settlement, I knew where Jorand ended up
after his adventures with Bjorn and Rika in the first book. The
kernel of the idea behind ERINSONG was born.


I hope you enjoy my Irish love story. As
always, I’d love to hear from YOU! Please feel free to contact me
through my website, or catch me on Facebook or Twitter!


Happy Reading,



P.S. In case you’ve been wondering what Rika
and Bjorn have been up to since the end of MAIDENSONG, you’ll be
happy to know you’ll see them again in ERINSONG. Enjoy!




by Mia Marlowe


Copyright @ 2006, 2012 by Diana Groe


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Chapter One

A shriek rent the air.

Brenna dropped the bucket of mussels and ran
toward the sound. She shouldn’t have let Moira wander away. If
anything happened to her younger sister, their father would never
forgive her.

She’d never forgive herself.

Fear made her wing-footed.
When she rounded
the outcropping of dark
basalt, she found Moira cau
circling a body on the sand. A man was curled
on his side, one long arm draped over a wooden

Brenna breathed out a sigh.
God be praised, Moira

“Is he dead, do ye think?” her sister

“Seems to be.” Brenna used
the butt of her walking
stick to push the
man’s shoulder and roll him onto
his back.
He flopped over as lifelessly as a beached
porpoise. Dark blood crusted at his hairline where he’d
obviously taken a blow.

“Oh, he’s a fine, strong lad. Look at the
arms on him, Brenna.”

The stranger was even more
heavily muscled than
the local smith, and
though he wasn’t stretched out
to full
length, Brenna could see that if he were stand
ing upright, he would be far taller than any man in her
father’s keep. His pale hair was a tangled mess, but even dusted
with brine and sand, the man’s face
reminded Brenna of the fierce warlike angels painted
on the scriptorium walls at Clonmacnoise Abbey—
stern and forbidding, but heart-stoppingly beautiful.

Brenna’s gaze fell on the
runic symbols carved into
the hilt of the
knife at the man’s waist. Her lip curled
with loathing. “One of the

Northman?” Moira leaned closer to him. “Mother used to
frighten us with stories of Northmen when we were little, but even
though they’ve raided near us, I’ve never seen one in all me
life.” She cocked a questioning
brow at Brenna. “Do
ye mean to tell me ye

“Aye, though I wish I had
not.” Brenna’s voice was
flat and she
raised the pointed end of her staff toward
the still figure.

“Are all Northmen so fair, then?”

“No, not all,” Brenna said through a clenched

“This one surely is. He’s so pretty. ‘Tis a
pity he’s dead.” Moira bent to smooth a damp lock of hair from the
man’s cheek.

Suddenly his eyelids flew open, and he
grabbed Moira’s wrist. She screamed and tried to pull away, but the
stranger’s grip was firm.

No, not this time.

White-hot rage surged
through Brenna and a low
growl erupted
from the back of her throat. The
heathen dared put his filthy hand on her sister.
Almost in reflex, she jabbed his thigh with her
burying the sharp point into his
flesh. Her stomach lurched at the way the shaft stuck, embedded in
man’s heavy muscle. Brenna jerked
backward on it, but couldn’t pull it free for another

The good nuns at
Clonmacnoise had admonished her that anger, or any other strong
passion for that
matter, was a sin. But
Brenna knew if she were able,
she’d pound
the man into raw meat before the fury inside her was

Eyes wide with surprise, the stranger howled
and released Moira.

“Run!” Brenna ordered. Her
younger sister fled, dis
appearing around
the rocks, fleet-footed as a hind.

The man wrapped his long
fingers around Brenna’s
makeshift spear
and yanked it from his leg with a grunt and a spurt of blood. Then
he jerked the other end of the staff from her grasp.

Despite his injury, the man
rose to his feet, blood
spreading on his
dun-colored leggings and streaking
his knee. He tossed her stick into the gorse bushes. Then he turned
to face her, his handsome features marred by a black

For one paralyzing moment,
Brenna couldn’t
breathe. The lapping of
the waves played over in her
head like a
half-remembered song. A gull screamed and she was sharply aware of
the fishy reek of the sea. She couldn’t move. Just like before when
a Northman blocked her way.

She feinted to throw him off balance, then
turned and raced down the beach in the opposite direction Moira had
fled. She heard the man’s footfalls pounding behind her and
lengthened her stride. He shouted something to her in an
evil-sounding language, and though his tone wasn’t threatening, she
wouldn’t be tricked by the likes of him.

Surely she could outrun a
half-drowned man with
a hole in his leg.
Surely she could—

The man
lunged, wrapping his arms around her waist. Brenna pitched
headlong into the gritty sand. They rolled to
gether, over and over, Brenna scrambling to get
away, the man grasping at her to keep her with
When they finally came to a stop,
Brenna was pinned
beneath the big man’s

“Get off me, ye
demon!” Brenna
meled his chest with her fists. The man
caught up
her hands and pressed them into
the sand above her head. She flailed her feet trying to kick him,
but he
wrapped his long legs around hers,
binding her fast.

All she had left were
words, and she spewed out the most hateful curses she’d ever heard.
She invoked every plague imaginable to rain down on the
stranger’s golden head and offered his immortal
to Beelzebub with all the venom she
could muster.

The man didn’t blink an
eyelash, his impossibly
blue eyes going
darker by the moment. His face hov
over hers, his expression unreadable. He let her
rant until she was utterly spent and

“That’s the best string of
insults I’ve ever heard,”
he said calmly.
The corners of his mouth turned up in
wry smile despite the furrow between his dark brows.

Brenna felt the blood rush from her face.

“Ye understand me?”

“Let me see. You seem to
think I’m something
called an incubus from
the Netherworld and you invited the Prince of Darkness, whoever he
is, to feast
on my liver.
girl, I think I understand you.”

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