It’s Medieval Monday. I hope you all had a great weekend. Today my
guest is Ashley York with an excerpt from The Seventh Son. In this passage, Tisa
is pulled from her betrothed and given to another by her father.

 Excerpt from The Seventh Son

What sounded
like a bellow of rage brought immediate silence to all in the hall.

“Never!”

It was her
father. She started toward the antechamber where the men had gone but Fergus
held her fast. “Ye best not interfere.”

The men who
had appeared deeply inebriated suddenly sobered, drawing their weapons, clearly
unsure of where the danger lay. Doors slammed in the distance. Loud voices came
closer. It was the Meic Lochlainn, not her father.

Fergus began
to draw his sword but he was too late. The huge man closing in on her sank his
dagger into the man’s chest without missing a step. The captain dropped to her
feet.

“We need to
see this consummated.” Aodh Meic Lochlainn replaced the bloodied blade and grabbed
her by the arm, dragging her to the stairs.

Tisa looked
behind her at Fergus, his blood spreading beneath him. She couldn’t speak. She
couldn’t breathe. Her father came out of the anteroom. Darragh stood beside
him.

“Father?”
was all she could get out as she was dragged toward the stairs.

The crowd of
strange men followed behind. She strained to find her father in the sea of
heads but he was lost behind her.

“Nae. Stop.
Where are ye taking me?” She pulled against the hurtful grip on her arm.

Darragh appeared
on the other side of her and faced his father. “I will see to this, Father.”

“Are ye sure
ye’re able to?” His words dripped with derision.

Tisa didn’t
understand this interplay.

“Please,”
she said. “My father.”

They
continued moving to the top of the stairs.

“Release my
wife!”

Darragh’s
commanding tone brought a look of surprise from his father. They paused to face
each other. His expression of surprise changed to one of respect. Tipping his
head, he released his hold and raised his hand, palm out. Tisa rubbed at her
arm.

“As ye will,
my son. See to it then.” His jaw tightened, he moved in close, his eyes widened
in warning. “Let. There. Be. No. Doubt!”

“None.”

 Back Cover Copy for The Seventh Son

Drogheda, Ireland 1076

The sixth
son bears a curse as certain as the seventh son bears a blessing. When Tadhg
MacNaughton’s betrothed is ripped from his arms and married to another, he
believes the legend is true.

Tisa O’Brien’s
life slams into a downward spiral at the news she is no longer betrothed to the
love of her life but to the tanist of a warring, prideful clan with dangerous
political aspirations, the Meic Lochlainn. She faces her destiny with all the
strength and dignity of her Irish heritage despite dealing with a husband who
resents her, fighting off the lustful advances of her father-in-law, Aodh, and
longing for the husband of her heart.

Tadhg
MacNaughton makes a deal with the devil to ensure the survival of his clan as
he is commanded to fight for Aodh who envisions himself the new Brian Boru,
High King of Eire. Up close and personal, Tadhg must witness his true love’s
marriage and remain silent even as it rips him apart. When a sinister plot to
over throw King William of England led by the exiled Leofrid Godwin and Clan
Meic Lochlainn comes to light, Tadhg is faced with saving his clan or
endangering his sister and her Norman husband.

An Irish
beauty and a warrior betrayed, doomed in love from the start or does fate have
something else in store for them?

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