Ms. York carried this book forward with lots of suspense and no shortage of her depraved antagonists looking to fulfill their own agendas. Eyes of the Seer is storytelling at its best presenting a top-notch read!

- Jennifer, Goodreads Reviewer

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"Astrid?" Marcán kept his tone low and controlled. "What d'ye here?"

The men stood, appearing surprised, ripped out of their lustful thoughts. That confusion swiftly changed to discomfort when they caught sight of Marcán's expression. They moved away from her, opening the circle and allowing him a direct view of her, still seated beside Pádraig.

Her hair was tousled and her eyes were widely innocent. She dipped her head, eyeing the men from beneath her lashes.

"Nothing." Her voice held a husky tone. "We are… talking."

The men turned back to him and waited. Could they actually have any expectation of his consent? Mayhap in the Meic Murchadha clan. Marcán slowly gazed at each man in turn, looking him right in the eye, before finally settling his gaze again on Astrid.

"Do they all know ye are Diarmuid's little sister?"

Each man took a step back. All but Pádraig, whose face maintained a look of superiority, his hand still on her shoulder like he owned her.

Marcán moved closer to Astrid, and the other men continued to yield, stepping even farther away. "Pádraig."

"I thought ye were telling yer stories, Marcán," Pádraig said.

Marcán looked at his hand on Astrid's shoulder. And waited. Time slipped by. One of the other men coughed, and Pádraig finally removed his hand. Heaving a deep sigh, he moved to stand with the others. Marcán refused to acknowledge Astrid's crestfallen expression when he extended his hand to her.

"And I thought ye would keep to yer own women rather than taking advantage of an innocent lass." Marcán handed the man his fur.

"This lovely lass asked me to show her the hot springs."

When Marcán looked again at Astrid, he had hoped for some show of guilt. Instead, he was met with a defiant glare.

"Oh did she?" Marcán asked as he shifted his gaze to the other men. "Were ye afraid ye'd lose yer way on yer own?"

Pádraig offered a small smile. "If the lass wishes for the men to join us, they are more than willing, and I do not object."

The man was speaking of accepting the offer he'd believed she was making. Marcán tasted blood where he'd bitten his cheek to hold back his angry words. Rather than speak to Pádraig, whom he was tempted to strike, he turned to Astrid. "Did ye wish for more from these men than seeing the hot springs?"

Her eyes were angry, and her shoulders had rounded to their natural bend. Relieved to see her drop the flirtatious facade, he smiled. Just in time, he noticed the flash of anger and realized his smile had been misinterpreted. She thought he was laughing at her. He caught her hand just before it made contact with his cheek.

"How dare ye!" Astrid said, letting loose her tirade.

Though striking another was a punishable offense, Marcán was more than willing to stand there and let her have at him. She did not care for him, but her behavior—willfulness… stubbornness… whatever Diarmuid wanted to label her rants—was merely an indication of the great depth of her passion. Marcán recognized it because he was the same way. Mayhap that was what drew him to her. That he would not be the one to guide her to that knowledge was like a knife to his gut.

His tone hardened. "I dare because I am here to protect ye."

She ripped her hand out of his grasp and stopped just short of stomping her injured foot. Her voice shrill, she said, "I do not want ye to protect me! I want nothing of ye!"

Eyes of the Seer by Ashley York is yet another mesmerizing hit by this author. EYES OF THE SEER will have you turning pages.

- April, Goodreads Reviewer