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You will hate Him for all that he's
taken, but you will love Him. God help you, you will love Him.
Mary Devlin accepted her fate years
ago, to serve Slanaitheoir, the mountain spirit who saved her ancestors from
the Irish Famine. The hauntingly beautiful woman submitted to His every caress,
His every humiliation, but He’s gone too far by threatening her family.
Mary’s daughter-in-law is now an
unwitting pawn in the fickle spirit’s game. Mary must challenge her fate and
that of all future Devlin women, but Slanaitheoir is the most powerful being in
the land. And when part of her still yearns for His touch and love, how can she
fight him and win?
EXCERPT:
Marcie, one of the Wanna-Be Manhattan Moms who had also
experienced success, lived a few blocks away on East 85th Street. A group of successful
Wanna-Be Manhattan Moms had formed a little Upper East
Side sorority. We would go to Mommy-and-Me classes, play dates and
at times babysat for each other. I’m not sure exactly what happened to the
not-so-successful Wanna-Be Manhattan Moms. None of us mentioned them.
Marcie agreed to babysit Aidan while I went to my
acupuncture appointment at the Yorktown Natural Fertility Clinic. Bobby refused
to go back to the New York Infertility Institute. In fact, it was all I could
do to convince him not to use condoms. “I’ve got my beautiful wife and my
beautiful son,” he said in a sing-song voice whenever I raised the topic of
another child. “That’s all I want. That’s all I need.”
Why wasn’t that all I needed?
The first few months of Aidan’s life, I was completely
satisfied. I’d never been so happy or imagined I could be so happy.
But then, the old familiar niggling started. I’d take Aidan
in his stroller through Central Park and see a
woman pushing twins in a stroller. Or a mother holding the hands of a small boy
and a girl. And I would get that sour taste in my mouth, the same one I had
tasted for years whenever I saw a pregnant woman.
And so it began.
I couldn’t very well steal a vial of Bobby’s sperm and take
it with me back to Dr. Feinberg’s office. But we had, somehow, managed to
conceive Aidan on our own. Perhaps with some Chinese herbs and acupuncture we
could conceive again. Marcie swore by acupuncture, and after she had been
thrown out of two Manhattan IVF clinics she tried traditional Chinese medicine
and conceived her own miracle baby. Why couldn’t I too, conceive a little
miracle baby with the help of magic teas and shiny needles?
Just one more, I thought to myself as I opened the heavy
glass doors of the Yorktown Natural Fertility Clinic. “Just one more miracle.
And then. Then I’ll be happy and content.”
I promise, I silently swore to God,
the universe or whoever else might be listening to my thoughts.
AUTHOR BIO
Bernadette
Walsh has been writing contemporary and paranormal romance for four years. She
has published three novels to date (The House on Prospect (Echelon Press) and
Gold Coast Wives (Lyrical Press)) and the first book of her paranormal trilogy,
Devil’s Mountain -- Book One of the Devlin Legacy. While Bernadette has hopped
around genres, all of her books to date have a common theme: strong women
handling what life throws at them the best way they can.~*~
Milson has won a copy of Golden Chariot. Milson, please send your email addie to sandracox1@gmail.com.
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