
Today’s the day! It’s the worldwide release of The Sword Unsheathed, the third book in my young adult paranormal fantasy series, Guardians of Erin. I’m excited to share it with you, and I’ll soon start writing the fourth and final book, The Spear Alight.Â
Remember, the first two books–The Cauldron Stirred and The Stone Awakened–are currently on sale for 99 cents, so there’s never been a better time to catch up on the story. You’ll feel like you’ve traveled to Ireland, while still enjoying the safety and comfort of your own home.
I’m also kicking off a month-long blog tour with Silver Dagger Book Tours, featuring not just the new release but all three books in the Guardians of Erin series. There’ll be excerpts and more, and you can enter to win a $20 Amazon gift card. Check it out here!

Now, here’s a little about The Sword Unsheathed:
Ashling Donoghue is no closer to finding her parents than she was the night they disappeared. But hope returns as her brother Kian channels the Sword of Light, revealing past-life secrets and truths long suppressed.
The more she learns, the greater she fears the darkness that drowns the Netherworld also drives her. Is Aengus her true love, or is it Lorcan? Does her future wait in shadow or the light?
One point is clear: the threads of her past-self are woven inextricably into the tapestry of her soul. An impossible choice looms before her, and all the while, evil is poised to strike.
A peek between the pages:
âClose your eyes, and donât open them until I tell you.â
Nerves atwitter, I did as Aengus asked. A brief, subtle tingling sensation swept through my body as we slipped into the Otherworld.
A moment later, he released one of my hands but held fast to the other. âAll right. You can look now.â
I opened my eyes. We stood before an immense, grass-topped mound surrounded by a multitude of tightly-packed, white stones.
It looked familiar. âWait a minute. This is a famous prehistoric tomb. Whatâs it called? Newgrange?â
Aengus nodded. âI call it SĂ in BhrĂș, and itâs part of BrĂș na BĂłinne, or the âPalace of the Boyneâ in County Meath. Weâre in the valley of the River Boyne.â
I gave him a sideways glance. âDid you say âpalaceâ?â
âIn the physical world, this is an ancient temple and passage tomb, more than five thousand years old. Here in the OtherworldâŠwell, itâs best to show you.â
The next instant, we stood inside a grand, circular hall, far larger than the mound weâd viewed outside, with a high, domed ceiling. Tri-spiral designs covered the walls, but the space was empty except for a five-tiered fountain at its center.
My gaze locked onto the trickling, golden liquid. A feeling of dĂ©jĂ vu overwhelmed me, and I shivered. âIs thatâŠmead?â
âYou remember!â
I turned to him. âRemember what exactly?â
âThis fountain flows eternally with mead. My parents gave it to us as a wedding gift.â
âTo you and Caer, you mean.â
He squeezed my hand. âDoes anything else spark your memory?â
âThe spirals seem familiar.â
His blue eyes shone. âThey should. We lived here for centuries.â
âCaer lived here, not me.â
âBut you were Caer.â
My insecurities ganged up on me and knotted my stomach. Is that the only reason why you want me? Because of who I once was?
Could I ask that out loud? What if he said yes?
Yes or no, I had to know. A lasting relationship required honesty and communication. My parentsâ love had taught me that, and I wanted nothing less.
I pulled my hand from his grasp and took a step back. âMaybe you wish I still was Caer.â
His blissful expression devolved into a frown. After a heart-stopping moment, he found his voice. âWhat?â
âSometimes I wonder whether you like me or just who I used to be.â
âYou canât fight your soulâs history.â
âEspecially when everyone keeps shoving it down my throat.â My gut tightened further.
âWhoâs everyone?â
I huffed. âKian. Robin. Deirdre. Lorcan. And nowââ
âLorcan?â There was an edge to his voice.
âYes, Lorcan. Iâve seen him a couple of times, but not because I went lookingâŠâ I couldnât finish that sentence. My soul had obviously sought Lorcan the night I traveled to Dun Aengus.
âAshling, you know how I feel about him.â
âYeah, well, you werenât around to stop me, were you?â
His frown deepened. âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs hard to have a relationship with someone whoâs never around.â
âAnd Lorcan is around. Is that what youâre saying?â
âHeâs always there, waiting in the wings, ready to take your place.â
Aengus slammed a fist into his other hand. âItâs time I showed himââ
âNo! Itâs time you showed me whether you want me or Caer, because Iâve had it with ghosts from the past messing up myââ
He grasped my arms and pulled me close. His mouth came down on mine in a searing kiss. Releasing my arms, he stole his own around me, and I responded in kind. Bodies and tongues entwined, we rode the wave of the kiss for a blissful moment that seemed as eternal as the bubbling fountain beside us. Nothing else mattered.
When at last he pulled back, he gave me a tender smile. âDoes that answer your question?â
âUmâŠâ My head still spun from the kiss.
âI kissed you, not Caer. I brought you here tonight because I wanted to share a piece of myself with you. Itâs only natural I wondered if youâd remember it. After all, a part of your soul lived here for ages.â
I scanned the vacant, cavernous space. âIf we lived here so long, whereâs all the furniture?â
The light in his eyes dimmed. âOnce upon a time, this place brimmed with beautyâŠwith rare treasures, music, poetry, and the laughter of friends and courtiers. But when you leftâŠwhen Caer leftâŠnothing was the same. I couldnât stay.â He squeezed his eyes shut, as if to block out painful memories.
Thick tentacles of worry and guilt wrapped around my heart as though a legendary kraken sought to drown me in a sea of regret. I placed a hand on Aengusâs cheek. âIâm sorry.â
His eyes opened, and he covered my hand with his. âDonât be.â
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That’s all for now. Wishing you a great start to the week! đ