Pat McDermott here, announcing that
Salty Roses, Book Three in the Band of Roses Trilogy, has just been released in print.
That means the entire trilogy is available in paperback!
The Band of Roses Trilogy, a series of romantic action/adventures set in a modern Ireland that might have been, supposes that
High King Brian Boru survived the Battle of Clontarf in 1014 A.D. and established a royal dynasty that rules Ireland to this day. As head of state, the current King Brian upholds ancient traditions, as does his daughter, Crown Princess Talty, though Talty has a knack for landing in trouble.
Book One, A Band of Roses - The indomitable princess must hide her identity to outwit assassins, but she can't hide her ingrained training as a warrior sworn to protect her homeland. From Japan to California to an eleventh century Ireland, she finds romance and adventure, 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.
In Book Two, Fiery Roses, a major discovery of offshore gas ensnares the Boru clan in a web of blackmail and murder. When the residents of rural County Mayo object to plans to run pipelines over their pristine bogs, an arsonist tries to change their minds. One of his fires sends newlyweds Talty and Neil to an ancient world at the mercy of a waking volcano. While they struggle to outwit a tyrant with a shocking secret, King Brian locks horns with ruthless oilmen. 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.
Book Three, Salty Roses, finds the dynamic heir to the Irish throne thinking her days of exotic adventure are all done and dusted, yet Talty's royal duties seem endless, and a day off with handsome husband Neil is looking good. Former naval officer Talty eagerly accepts an eccentric billionaire’s invitation to sail aboard his luxury submarine, but as she and Neil dive beneath the waves to view an eerie shipwreck, a sinister plot unfolds. An unknown enemy lures them to an ancient tomb and sends them to a world infested with treacherous pirates. Talty takes charge of a pirate ship and its mangy crew, while Neil matches wits with a steamy temptress who jeopardizes his wedding vows. As he and Talty fight to save their marriage, they learn that the door to parallel worlds swings both ways.
An Excerpt from Salty Roses:
The wind fills the rigging and whips my hair. Salt spray dampens my face. The men at the oars propel my galley over the sea to capture the foolish merchant ship that dared to invade my waters. She sits low in the waves, weighed down with gold and silver, packed with silk and spices from the Far East. She’s mine.
"Man the
cannons!” I shout from the gun deck. “Prepare to board her!”
“Your
Highness? We have here a model of Granuaile’s galley. Not an exact
reproduction, but assembled as closely as possible from the descriptions in the
existing records.”
The droning
words seeped into Talty’s fantasy like ink drops clouding a pool of water. The bracing
tang of briny air gave way to the scent of new wood and fresh paint. She was
back in the Grace O’Malley museum in Louisburg, Mayo.
“You’ll
walk the plank for this, me bucko!”
Though
miffed that the curator’s ongoing narrative had spoiled her imagined adventure,
she smiled graciously at the gangly, white-haired man. “The ship looks quite
authentic, Mr. Gavin.”
The
raisin-like eyes behind his glasses squinted back at her. “Grania had several
galleys under her command.” Gavin walked on, babbling away about tribal warfare
in sixteenth century Ireland.
Talty knew
the story of Granuaile, also known as Pirate Queen Grania “Grace” O’Malley, yet
she listened politely, ambling along after Gavin to the next display. Neil stopped
beside her, biting his lip the way he did when trying not to laugh. The merry
gleam in his eye said he’d caught her daydreaming.
She stepped
on his foot. “I understand Grania divorced one of her husbands and locked him
out of his castle.”
Gavin didn’t
miss a beat. “Richard Bourke. Sometimes known as Iron Dick.”
Neil’s
polite cough barely muffled a snort of laughter. “The fella possessed
exceptional marital skills, did he?”
Talty
stepped harder on his foot, somehow managing to keep her public smile in place.
“Isn’t the name from the armor he wore?”
Gavin’s
unsmiling face betrayed no awareness of their playful interaction. His
attention seemed riveted on the exhibit before him. He clasped his hands behind
his back. “That’s one theory. The name may have referred to an ironworks on his
property. Unfortunately, we have more folklore than fact about the history of
this time. It’s folklore that tells us how Grania herself became known as
Granuaile. ‘Gráinne Mhaol’ means ‘Bald Grace’ in Irish. Legend has it she cut
her hair after her father refused to take her along on his voyages. He claimed
her hair was so long, it would get caught in the rigging.”
Neil tugged
Talty’s shoulder length hair. “Obviously he let her sail with him after that.”
“Obviously.
This ends the tour, ma’am. If you’re ready, we’ll officially open the museum.”
Gavin started for the door.
Talty
followed, recalling one of her favorite stories about Grace O’Malley. Only
hours after the Pirate Queen gave birth to a son in her cabin, foreign pirates
attacked her galley. Grace appeared on deck clad only in a blanket. She shot
the pirate captain with her blunderbuss pistol and led her men to victory.
Having recently experienced childbirth herself, Talty found her admiration of
the legendary woman turning to awe.
The wax
figures of Granuaile and her husbands, sons, and enemies positioned throughout
the room appeared ready to step down and strike up a conversation. Colorful
murals on the walls portrayed seascapes and sixteenth century sailing vessels,
adding to the fanciful mood.
This
morning’s formalities would be modest compared to the afternoon gala at the
Marine Foundation, yet Talty suspected she would spend the most enjoyable part
of her day here in Mayo. The Marine Foundation was important, yes, but the
reception following its opening ceremony was “by invitation only.” She dreaded
facing the fawning, praise-seeking politicians who’d have the run of the place,
and she didn’t care a whit if she ever met the billionaire tycoon, Roxy
what’s-his-name.
The
Granuaile event was open to the public. Talty looked forward to her allotted
forty-five minutes of shaking hands and chatting with the people before the
Morrigan whisked her south to Galway. Silently rehearsing her short speech, she
walked between Neil and Gavin to the Granuaile Center’s humble lobby. The
standing crowd enthusiastically applauded her entry.
Despite the
warm welcome, Barry and Rory stood guard on either side of the packed little
room. Their eagle-eyed vigilance was more than adequate for this quiet corner
of Mayo. Security at the Marine Foundation would be tighter than a goatskin on
a drum.
Her public smile firmly in place, Talty cordially greeted the well-wishers, who had
no way of knowing she was already back on her pirate ship, shouting orders to
man the cannons and prepare to board.
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About Pat McDermott:
Boston native Pat McDermott writes romantic action/adventure stories set in Ireland.
Glancing Through the Glimmer and its sequel,
Autumn Glimmer, are young adult paranormal adventures starring Ireland’s mischievous fairies and an Irish royal family that might have been. Both books are “prequels” to her popular Band of Roses Trilogy:
A Band of Roses, Fiery Roses, and
Salty Roses. Her first contemporary romance,
The Rosewood Whistle, features Ireland’s music and myths.
Pat’s favorite non-writing activities include cooking, reading, music, hiking, music, and traveling, especially to Ireland. She is a member of the New Hampshire Writers’ Project, Romance Writers of America, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. She lives and writes in New Hampshire, USA.
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