Title: A Bardâs Desire
Author: Cherime MacFarlane
Genre: Historical Romance
Cover Designer: Paper Gold Publishing
Publication Date: October 16th, 2018
A tale of the twilight of the Roman Empire.
Aed, a warrior and a bard has a desire. And he will fight Muirneâs father and kin if he must. Aed built a home for her but they may have to wage war to keep it. All hinges on his ability to evade his uncle and cousins, snatch Muirne and avoid her cousin, Grainne. He wounded Grainneâs pride and her fatherâs plans.
Muirne worked hard over to winter to contain her anger and earn gold from the small flock, all she has left of her inheritance. Aedâs warning to her father and uncle, he would come for her in spring, forces them to try marrying her off before he comes.
Ualan agreed to accompany the bard on a raid to take the woman from her kin. The two young men set off in a skin boat for Eire. A shipwreck changes things as does the brothersâ fears of Aed.
I came to Alaska kicking and screaming in 1976, and I never want to leave. I cut firewood on shares for money to get through the winter. I swore I would not live above the Alaska Range because it was too cold there and wound up in the Copper River Basin where it got just a cold as Fairbanks.
My second husband, a Scot from Glasgow, was the love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I experienced hearing it from my in-laws. Each time my husband got on the phone to Scotland after five seconds, I could hardly understand a word. I was my second husband's chief mechanic's helper and roadie.
I live in a cabin which is slowly being surrounded by the city and wish I were farther out. My cat and Husky-Collie mix dog are happy in our little slice of heaven called Alaska. In the silence of winter dreams of people and places provide a rich pool of ideas to explore.
As a reporter for the Copper Valley Views, Cherime MacFarlane received a letter of commendation from the Copper River Native Association for fair and balanced reporting.
The feel of her slick, sweat-soaked thighs on either side of his hips caused Aedâs fingers to dig into her flesh. His body craved the woman like liquor. As she came down, he strove to punch upward until she sucked in all he gave her. Even then, it wasnât enough. Aed spread her nether lips and rocked into her again.
âMuirne! My heartâs desire.â And he would fill herâ¦
The sudden awakening had him gulping in deep breaths of the cool night air. Alone, nestled in the bed of furs, Aed gripped his cock so hard it throbbed in his hand. The tryst with Muirne but a dream, he still needed the relief. With a weary sigh, he grabbed his dirty tunic and stroked himself until he spilled.