Severed Knot by Cryssa Bazos
Publication Date: June 7, 2019
W.M. Jackson Publishing
Genre: Historical Fiction/Romance
Barbados 1652. In the aftermath of the English Civil War, the vanquished are uprooted and scattered to the ends of the earth.
When marauding English soldiers descend on Mairead O’Coneill’s family farm, she is sold into indentured servitude. After surviving a harrowing voyage, the young Irish woman is auctioned off to a Barbados sugar plantation where she is thrust into a hostile world of depravation and heartbreak. Though stripped of her freedom, Mairead refuses to surrender her dignity.
Scottish prisoner of war Iain Johnstone has descended into hell. Under a blazing sun thousands of miles from home, he endures forced indentured labour in the unforgiving cane fields. As Iain plots his escape to save his men, his loyalties are tested by his yearning for Mairead and his desire to protect her.
With their future stolen, Mairead and Iain discover passion and freedom in each other’s arms. Until one fateful night, a dramatic chain of events turns them into fugitives. Together they fight to survive; together they are determined to escape.
Excerpt:
The song ended, and Iain watched
Alastair as he entered the crushing mill. He disappeared for a moment, and when
he reappeared, he cradled a violin in the crook of his arm.
Iain couldn’t sit there any longer.
Passing by the keg, he dropped the cup on top and manoeuvred through the crowd
to head back to his hut.
Tam stopped him. “Where are you off
to, Scotsman? You’re truly sour, man.”
“I’ve had enough.” Iain patted the
man on the shoulder and attempted to move past him. Before he did, he glanced
to the crushing mill in time to see Alastair handing the violin to Mairead. The
rapt expression on her face made Iain pause. She handled the instrument
reverently, as carefully as a woman cradling her bairn. Iain had never seen her
eyes so round, her normally wary expression soft.
Mairead lifted the violin to her
collarbone and adjusted her grip. She tried a few tentative plucks and adjusted
the tuning until the chord sounded right. She lifted the bow against the
strings and started to play.
The sound that came from her violin was low, wistful and
with a melody that stirred long-buried hopes. Both light and dark notes rounded
each other out as she pushed the tune farther along. A low drumbeat joined in,
and she adjusted her rhythm slightly to hit the rising notes with the downbeat.
Then the main melody started.
Iain knew this song. An old Scottish ballad, one of his
favourites. It called to mind the longing of home. It had been the song that he
had sung to himself during the gruelling journey from England.
How was it that she stood there playing that very song?
The melody had always stirred him, providing comfort during
all those times he had been away on campaign, far from home. But Mairead’s
rendition added layers he had never heard. The mournful tone of the violin
spoke of the wind in the firs and smoky twilight clinging to the mountains. A
flight of swallows darting in a cold twilight sky and the cry of terns riding a
lonely sea breeze. It called to memory swiftly flowing burns bordered with
purple heather, and the hope of love reunited.
As she played, the lyrics flowed through his mind: An’ what
will be the love-tokens that ye will send wi me . . . A kiss, aye, will I twae
an’ ever she come to fair Scotland . . . I the red gold she sall gae . . .
Iain felt it deep in his bones. Each note ripped through
his defences, stone and mortar. Everything melted away. He forgot the crowd,
forgot his situation and the harshness of the sugarcane fields. Only Mairead
and her song remained.
He moved closer to the platform. Mairead stood several feet
away, her eyes closed and head tilted sideways. Her lashes fanned her flushed
cheeks, and her mouth was slightly parted. At times, a smile flitted across her
lips, while at others her brow puckered into a frown, but always her expression
remained enraptured. He watched, fascinated, as the bow danced over the
strings, directed by nimble fingers.
Iain hung on every note as though it were the last. Good,
sweet Lord, he didn’t want it to end.
The song finally ended, and Mairead
drew her last pass with the bow. Her hand stilled, and her shoulders went limp.
A single tear traced down her cheek. When she opened her eyes, her unfocused
gaze found his, and the look shot right through him.
Around Iain, men whistled and
clapped, not realising that the earth had just shifted.
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About the Author:
Cryssa’s debut novel, Traitor’s Knot, a romantic tale of adventure set during the English Civil War. Traitor’s Knot is the first in a series of adventures spanning from the ECW to the Restoration and is now available from Endeavour Press. The second book in the series, Severed Knot, will be released in June 2019.
For more information visit Cryssa’s website. You can also connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.
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