Tag Archives: Sir Richard Bingham

Life in the fast lane

“Why didn’t you stop her?” The words touched the dread clawing at Sean’s throat. He couldn’t stop the tide of angry, panicky words. “I couldn’t! She clubbed Sir Nathan in the head! She’s helping them and she’s refusing to leave – she’s so deeply enmeshed in this that there is no talking to her, noContinue reading “Life in the fast lane”

Celebrate good times

Sean thought he understood. Maureen – proud, fearless and free – had been captive to a crazed, driven man. She’d been unharmed, but alone and afraid in the dark. Now, she was bareheaded in the sun, a pistol at her hip, fighting back. Nothing he could say would ever change her mind, but he couldn’tContinue reading “Celebrate good times”

The history lesson

. . . Although she had been a captive, she had been safe – protected from a superstitious crew by a near-crazed nobleman. Grania and Sean had risked everything in the attempt to rescue her, and the reward was Bingham’s increased campaign to destroy native Irish power in the west. Word had already arrived ofContinue reading “The history lesson”

Out of Time: The Race

A: Hey, D – Look at what we did! D: And this is. . . ? A: Our short story on The Community Storyboard! It’s a deleted scene from my book. D: Am I in it? A: Well . . . you’re mentioned. D: . . . A: It totally counts, Druid. This Community StoryboardContinue reading “Out of Time: The Race”

A picture is worth. . .

D: Who is that in the bubble? A: Not telling. D: It’s supposed to be me, isn’t it? A: Maybe. D: I’m not sure how I feel about this. Hey, wait, why do you look so. . . I don’t know. . . A: Unhinged, crazed, ready to tear out my hair? D: No, thatContinue reading “A picture is worth. . .”

The bunnies made me do it

A: I think I should go outside and write. D: No. Bad idea. I think you should stay inside. A: But it’s spring, D. The flowers are blooming, despite the fact that it was snowing just the other day, and the birds are chirping, and the bunnies . . . D: Which is precisely whyContinue reading “The bunnies made me do it”