TITLE: The Call of the Sea
GENRE: Historical Fantasy (Romance)
There is no denying the call of the sea.
Thanks to the selkie blood coursing through his veins, Daniel O'Rourke is tied to the ocean--whether he likes it or not. In an effort to earn a living while staying close to the coast, Daniel takes a job aboard The Surf Runner as their cabin boy. When his captain and mentor is murdered by pirates, Daniel must work with the captain’s headstrong daughter to hunt down the captain’s killer.
Youghal, Ireland 1653
With pulse racing, eleven-year-old Daniel O’Rourke watched from a shadowed corner of the candlelit bedroom as the doctor hovered over Ma. Fear tickled the hairs at the back of his neck.
The doctor straightened and cleared his throat. He drew up scruffy gray eyebrows as he looked over his spectacles at Da, who hunched on a stool clasping Ma’s frail hand. “She’s gone. I’m sorry, Joseph.”
The words crashed against Daniel with the force of a winter gale, sucking the breath from his small lungs. How can she be gone? She’s laying right there! At his quiet gasp, two sets of eyes swung his way.
His father’s bleak expression darkened. “Get yer boney arse outta here, boy.”
Daniel pressed back against the wall. His eyes sought his mother, locked on her closed lids, her peaceful face. Hot tears blurred his vision. She’s just sleeping. Wake her up!
“Now!” Da swung a burly arm toward the door. His giant hand shook as he pointed.
The command echoed through Daniel’s numb body, spurring him to action. He tripped over his feet scrambling for the open doorway and tumbled down the hall. Upon picking himself up from the floor, Daniel brushed at the fringe of chestnut hanging in his eyes and barreled out of the cottage as if hellhounds nipped at his heels.
He raced through the night, tears streaming down his cheeks. His feet pounded against the ground like war drums.