so late when they arrived last night,” Moira stated.
“All four of our families are rather large. Thank heavens Kisimul has so many chambers. Rowan and Caragh have their five children, and Ruairí and Senga have six. We have five, and Keith—good God, my brother has too many children. Eight. I can’t believe they’ve just had another.”
“I know. Sean is lucky he’s Rowan’s captain of the guard. He already has his own chamber, or he’d be doubling and tripling up like the rest of the children.”
“They’re not really children anymore, or so they remind us,” Kyle snickered.
“Well, until they’re all married, they’re still my wee ones.”
“Tadhg and Tina will be married by tonight, and the MacLeans and MacNeils will truly be family after all these years. Are you ready for a daughter after giving birth to five sons?” Kyle wondered.
“I like our lads. I love Tina, but I’ve never felt like I was missing anything by not having a daughter,” Moira mused.
“I never imagined I could love anyone as much as I do you and our children. I wasn’t sure whether I could be the father Sean needed when we adopted him, but I have never looked back. I love you, Moira. I have since the start, and I will until the very end.”
“I love you, Kyle. I would have been adrift without you,” Moira smiled as their bodies joined once again.
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Celeste Barclay, a nom de plume, lives near the Southern California coast with her husband and sons. Growing up in the Midwest, Celeste enjoyed spending as much time in and on the water as she could. Now she lives near the beach. She's an avid swimmer, a hopeful future surfer, and a former rower. When she's not writing, she's working or being a mom.
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Pirates of the Isles
The Blond Devil of the Sea BOOK 1 SNEAK PEEK
Caragh lifted her torch into the air as she made her way down the precarious Cornish cliffside. She made out the hulking shape of a ship, but the dead of night made it impossible to see who was there. She and the fishermen of Bedruthan Steps weren’t expecting any shipments that night. But her younger brother Eddie, who stood watch at the entrance to their hiding place, had spotted the ship and signaled up to the village watchman, who alerted Caragh.
As her boot slid along the dirt and sand, she cursed having to carry the torch and wished she could have sunlight to guide her. She knew these cliffs well, and it was for that reason it was better that she moved slowly than stop moving once and for all. Caragh feared the light from her torch would carry out to the boat. Despite her efforts to keep the flame small, the solitary light would be a beacon.
When Caragh came to the final twist in the path before the sand, she snuffed out her torch and started to run to the cave where the main source of the village’s income lay in hiding. She heard movement along the trail above her head and knew the local fishermen would soon join her on the beach. These men, both young and old, were strong from days spent pulling in the full trawling nets and hoisting the larger catches onto their boats. However, these men weren’t well-trained swordsmen, and the fear of pirate raids was ever-present. Caragh feared that was who the villagers would face that night.
The Dark Heart of the Sea BOOK 2 SNEAK PEEK
Ruairí MacNeil opened the door to the Three Merry Lads and tried not to curl his nose in disgust. The overpowering odor of too many bodies, stale beers, and burned food created a cloud of stench inside the tavern. Ruairí scanned the crowd as he stepped inside and immediately noticed that many members of his crew were already settled, a pint in one hand and a woman in the other. His ship, the Lady Charity, had docked an hour earlier. With their most recent bounty already stored in the nearby cave, Ruairí had granted them shore leave. He nodded his