I’m Cynthia Owens, back once again to invite you to
visit a tiny island jewel on the Atlantic Ocean, complete with tidal pools,
caves, a beautiful lighthouse and a rocky coast upon which many a Maritime
sailor has run aground…including Cathal Donnelly.
Turtle Island is the setting for my new historical-romance-with-a-paranormal-twist, Keeper of the Light.
If you’ve read Deceptive Hearts, the first book of
the Wild Geese Series, you’ll recognize Cathal as one of Shane MacDermott’s
best friends. A story teller and a singer of songs, a dreamer and a bit of a
rebel, Cathal washes up on the stormy shores of Turtle Island with no memory of
who he is or why he’s there.
He’s rescued by Laura Bainbridge, a spirited
Maritime beauty with dreams of a wider world beyond the island home she’s
always known. But will dreams of Prince Charming take her away from Turtle
Island? Or will an encounter with Helena Bodewell, the island ghost, point her
in a different direction.
Here’s an excerpt from Keeper of the Light, when Laura first meets the Lady of Turtle
Island:
A high, thin cry
sliced through her reverie. Her skin prickling, Laura peered into the thick
fog.
Nothing. Had she
imagined the sound? Was it merely the wail of the wind, the cry of a seabird?
The sound came
again, lost, grief-stricken. A woman’s keening wail.
She squinted
harder, straining to make out a form, a shape, anything in the thick shroud of
fog and dark.
“Is someone
there?”
The heartrending
cry came again, shivering along Laura’s spine and raking fingers of pain across
her heart. “Please… where are you?”
There! High on the cliff at the far end of the beach. A small white-gowned
figure, long blonde hair blowing around her. Laura gasped, coughing violently
as the wind scored her lungs.
It couldn’t be!
“Helena?” The
howling wind snatched the whispered word and carried it away.
The woman turned
slowly, and Laura’s breath caught in her throat. Had the woman in white heard?
She was
beautiful. Laura had known she would be. Fragile and ethereal, the small
woman’s sea-colored eyes blazed, her ruby lips curved into a smile of
heartbreaking loveliness as she gazed steadily at Laura for a timeless moment.
Then the wisp of
a vision vanished.
Laura squeezed
her eyes shut. “It can’t be.”
Was it possible?
Had she really just seen the legendary Lady of Turtle Island? Had Helena’s gaze
really met hers?
Would the island
ghost’s prophesy come true?
Come visit me!