Friday, July 23, 2021

Book Feature & #Giveaway ~ The Book of Carraig: The Cross of Ciaran Series, Book 2 by Andrea Matthews @AMatthewsAuthor ~ Paranormal Romance #PNR


The Book of Carraig
The Cross of Ciaran Series, Book 2
by Andrea Matthews

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Almost a year after waking to find himself in twentieth-century New York, fifth-century Celt Ciarán Donnelly has finally returned to his childhood home, but Ireland is nothing like he remembers it. The realization is overwhelming and taking a toll on his relationship with archaeologist Caitlin O’Connell as well. Keeping his secret from her has been no easy task. Due to some quick thinking on the part of her Uncle Mike, however, Ciarán has managed to conceal the fact that he and the Celt that mysteriously disappeared from a local museum the previous year are one in the same.

Ciarán intends on keeping it that way, at least for the time being. Right now, there is another more pressing issue. He longs to locate the grave of his fifth-century wife. Her only crime was daring to love him, a guardian of the goddess, and for that he can never forgive himself. Even more urgent, he needs to figure out a way to wake his brother, Aodhán, and free him from the Dublin museum, where he continues to exist in the same centuries’ long sleep Ciarán had. At least, Ciarán hopes he does.

Of course, things never go according to plan. When a serial killer starts stalking the countryside, Ciarán may be the only one who can stop him. To do so, however, he’ll need to risk his own life, as well as that of his brother, thus revealing his secret and exposing the truth. But can he even defeat such a ruthless monster? Only the Book of Carraig holds the answer, but first, Ciarán needs to find it.

She held him close, savoring the scent of fresh linen and evening air that rose from his dampened hair. As they pulled under a streetlight, she lifted the saturated cloth momentarily to check his wound. It looked as if someone had taken a fireplace poker and plunged it through his shoulder. She wondered if he’d ever be able to use his arm again.

“I’ll be fine, Cait.” His voice was faint, barely about a whisper. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell ye earlier.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She brushed the dark hair off his forehead. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” She leaned down and kissed him, deeply, passionately. For a moment, he responded, but then as he lifted his arm to embrace her, he gasped in agony.

“Ciarán!” A bolt of fear shot through her, for he had turned a sickly shade of gray.

“I’m all right. ’Tis just . . . I’m not feeling all that well.”

Caitlin glanced down at the dishcloth he was holding to his shoulder. The white material was now wet with his blood, as was the entire right side of his sweater. He began to shiver, and Caitlin wrapped Steve’s bloodstained jacket around him. Though he smiled, she could see it wasn’t much help.

“Steve, I think he’s going into shock. The bleeding won’t stop.”

Steve hesitated a moment before answering. “We should be there in a few minutes. Just keep the pressure on the wounds as best you can and try to keep him warm. There should be a blanket on the seat next to you.”

Now Caitlin really was worried. Steve was always so decisive. Why had he hesitated? She took the blanket from the seat and wrapped it around Ciarán. He seemed to be drifting away, oblivious to what was going on around him. Fear and panic caused a wave of nausea to rise from her stomach. Quelling the sensation, she called his name, softly at first, then louder, but still he didn’t respond. Her heart raced against her chest, and a sickly heat engulfed her body.

She was losing him, and there was nothing she could do. In desperation, she slapped his face, hoping that would bring him back to her, but even that was of little help. His eyes were glazed and distant as they pulled up to the hospital, and his skin had become cold and clammy, yet at the same time he was sweating profusely. Her nerves stretched to the breaking point, Caitlin wiped her handkerchief across his forehead, but all he could manage was a feeble smile just before slipping into complete unconsciousness.

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First Book in the Series:

The Cross of Ciaran
The Cross of Ciaran Series, Book 1

When a fifth century pagan priest is unearthed in Ireland fifteen hundred years after being entombed, archaeologist Caitlin O’Connell is convinced it’s the find of the century. The body is in perfect condition, right down to the intricate tattoos adorning the Celt’s skin. In fact, if scientific data hadn’t proved otherwise, she would swear he hadn’t been interred more than a few hours.

Eager to discover more about the mysterious Celt, Caitlin accompanies the body back to the New York museum where she’s employed, but before she has time to study him, the priest disappears without a trace. Rumors surrounding the event begin to circulate and result in the excavation’s benefactor pulling the plug on the entire expedition.

The rumors are not far off the mark though. After being buried alive for betraying his goddess and his priesthood in the dawning age of Christianity, Ciarán wakes to a strange new world. Alone and frightened in an unforgiving city, he stumbles upon the only thing familiar to him and seeks sanctuary within the church walls. With the help of the parish’s pastor, Father Mike, Ciarán slowly grows accustomed to his surroundings, though he’s plagued by dark dreams and the disturbing sensation that an evil from his past has followed him into the future. But a more immediate danger lurks on his doorstep.

Caitlin is determined to get to the bottom of the mystery concerning her missing Celt, and when she meets her Uncle Mike’s new handyman, Ciarán Donnelly, she’s convinced the handsome Irishman knows more about the theft than he’s letting on. Yet, even she can’t deny the attraction between them, simmering below the surface and blurring the lines between her personal and professional life. But will Ciarán’s secrets draw them together or shatter their future forever?

Ciarán stumbled along beneath the twisted canopy of blackthorn shrubs, their prickly branches entwining with those of the hawthorn to form a mystical passageway. Though only a dim grey light pierced its knotwork, intermittent flashes of lightning broke through the tangled vines to sketch eerie patterns across the moss-covered path. His robe caught on the spiny bramble, and he stopped for a moment to free his sleeve, but a sharp shove from behind thrust him forward once more, the sudden movement ripping a jagged hole in his fine linen robe.

His temper flared, and he turned to object, though it did no good. Another quick jab to his shoulder spun him back around and thrust him out into the lakeside clearing. Slender stone columns stood in a semi-circle around its perimeter, each one facing the sacrificial altar. He rested his hand against the one to his side, steadying himself as the reality of the situation washed over him in a wave of nausea. There would be no escape.   

As if in agreement, a bolt of lightning ripped across the horizon, followed by a crash of thunder so loud it caused the breath to catch in his throat. The goddess was angry.  

Out of nowhere, thick grey clouds had formed to conceal the morning sun and cast ominous shadows over the secluded enclosure. The urge to fall prostrate before his goddess mother gripped his innards, tearing at his stomach with a fiery knife, but he could not find it within his heart to do so. A black-robed cleric propelled him further into the temple confines, forcing him to his knees beside another of the slender gray columns. The decision to kneel had been made for him, though it was an empty gesture on his part.

Trying to retain his composure, he gazed around the quiet glade. Towering thorn bushes encircled the clearing, concealing the sanctuary from the outside world and providing a perfect setting for worshipping the goddess of their tuath. The bile rose in his throat, for he knew the requirements for admission all too well. Entry to its sacred confines was only granted to those within the priesthood ­— ­­and those about to die.  

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Andrea Matthews is the pseudonym for Inez Foster, a historian and librarian who loves to read and write and search around for her roots, genealogical speaking. In fact, it was while doing some genealogical research that she stumbled across the history of the Border reivers. The idea for her first novel came to mind almost at once, gradually growing into the Thunder on the Moor series. And the rest is history, as they say.

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  1. I was scrolling your blog for another giveaway to comment on and spotted this post. Oh my gosh, I love anything Irish and time travel is one of my favorite genres. It sent me over to Amazon to check out the author's books. I sincerely want to read them. So excited here. I am currently reading a time travel book. One of the first I have decided to review since I had COVID. I have been blogging/reviewing for over 10 years! To the author: Good luck with the book and tour! I think I will be become one of your favorite fans! Thank you for sharing this book!

  2. Oh, I hope you enjoy it. I love anything Irish and time travel too, which led me to write The Cross of Ciaran sereis. Hope you're feeling better now. I can't wait to see what you think. Thanks so much.

  3. The book sounds absolutely amazing. I love the gorgeous cover, too.