Under These Restless Skies will be released on February 20, and every day until then, I'll be posting a small excerpt. You can check out the book's blog here, including more excerpts and information on the Tudor historical characters in the story, and the legend of the selkies on which the story is based.
A soft gasp left Emma when she saw the sea again, and she turned to Will with tears in her eyes. “I thought I might not see it again for a long, long while.”“I thought you understood . . . this trip . . . I told you we were going to Dover.”She shook her head. “I knew not what ‘Dover’ meant.”He inwardly kicked himself. Of course she didn’t remember the city’s name from when they’d landed here after they crossed the Narrow Sea.“Oh, Will, may I . . . ?”He grinned. “Of course, sweeting. ’Tis why we are here.” He didn’t expect her to start pulling off her clothes there and then, but that was what she did, darting bare-skinned toward the water once all her garments lay in a pile on the sand. He picked them up as she charged into the slate gray waves, chuckling to himself. He folded them and took a seat beside the pile, watching for a glimpse of a dark head or a flash of creamy flesh. Even from this distance, he could see her smile, and it made him smile, too, despite the pang in his heart. She was happy in a place where he could never venture, happy in a place she could seldom be.As the sun set behind them, Emma walked out of the sea, wringing her hair. She smiled when she reached Will and dropped down to sit beside him on the sand. “Come and swim with me.”“I cannot.”“I will hold you. I would not suffer you to drown.”He laughed. “Sweeting, ’tis far too cold for me. I am freezing my cods here on the beach.”Emma put her arms around him. “I shall warm you,” she murmured. The sparkle was back in her eye.