Historical fiction novel, Ailsa: Currently has over 40,000 views. Read it for yourself here.
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Scotland, 1503
She clutched the carefully wrapped parcel close to her chest as she climbed over the cliffs. It was all she had left of her father, and she was determined that it would not be destroyed along with everything else.
She finally reached the shore and looked around carefully to be sure she was alone. Seeing no one, Ailsa carefully unwrapped the layers of cloth and withdrew the beautiful violin and bow. She brushed off the carved wood, then tightened the bow hairs and adjusted the strings. Closing her eyes, she drew the bow across the strings and played a beautiful, haunting melody. It was as though the world stopped for her; the seagulls ceased their chattering and settled along the shore, the wind seemed to die down. Even the ocean itself seemed to crash a little quieter against the shore as her fingers played the sweeping melody.
She didn't know that someone heard her, or that they stayed hidden until she was long gone. She knew only that she found peace here, peace in the midst of her terrible life. It was these stolen moments of joy that kept her from throwing herself from the high cliffs she stood upon, falling to a death that would end her misery.
She couldn't know how her life would change after that day.
An Irish flower is another historical fiction novel that I am working on. It has over 25,000 reads. Read the full story so far here.
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Startled, she began to apologize. “My lord, I meant no harm this aftern-” He cut her off. “Be silent, woman. I need to explain some things to you, things you apparently don't understand yet.”
He moved across the room and shoved her against the wall, pinning her arms with his massive hands. He learned forward until his mouth was in her ear. Maeve was shaking in fear; he seemed not to notice. “I am the master here. You will follow the rules, or you will regret it dearly.” She started to apologize again but he clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her.
“You are not to leave this castle under any circumstances until you have born a child of our bloodline. I am willing to let my son have you, but if you cross me again or don't bear him a child quickly, I will take you whether you are married to him or not.”
