Clayton's Honor

Historical Romance Mystery

"Clayton's Honor is utterly enticing and captivating!"

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Journey to Ireland and England in this dazzling story of danger, honor, and undeniable love. 


Would you give up duty for the sake of your honor? 


On the windswept shorts of Ireland, Anne Doyle lost her father to a foolish war and her mother to madness. Left with debt and an ancient family home, she struggles to keep the rest of her family together even as an enemy attempts to take them away. After witnessing a brutal murder, Anne must enlist aid from the only family she has left if she is to save those she loves. 


Devon Clayton had no intentions of leaving behind his life of adventure and danger, but when he is charged with protecting a witness and her family, he must choose between duty to the country he serves and a woman who tests his honor and willingness to change. Together they will discover that nothing is what it seems and that without honor, love and life are for nothing. 


Clayton’s Honor is a captivating adventure set in the rolling hills and crumbling castles of Ireland.


 

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A NOTE FROM MK

Dearest Reader, 


Much like Scotland, Ireland has intrigued me and captured my imagination. I knew when it came time to write a story with a main character like Anne Doyle, she would be a lot like the amazing and strong Irishwomen I've had the pleasure of knowing in my life. Devon Clayton, our hero, deserved someone special, but I also knew the woman would have to be possessed of a kind and gentle spirit, with an uncommon compassion and fierce sense of justice. Anne turned out to be a perfect match for Devon's charismatic and protective personality. I hope you enjoy their story as much as I have.


Be well, be kind, and enjoy!

~ Mk

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County Wexford, Ireland
February 4, 1892


COULD THEY HEAR her? If she moved deeper into the shadows, could she sneak away? If she loosened the grip on her lungs and took the deep breath she  desperately needed, would they find her? The heady stench of copper filled the air of the great hall, the dank stone walls doing little to block the scent of death. The carpets beneath her slippered feet masked  her first step. Back one, and then two. She ducked behind a heavy tapestry, one of the few left in the old castle.


Masked under a cloak of clouds and desperation, she escaped out the servants’  entrance, confident that the cook and single housemaid would not see  her. Wet slush and rain combined to make her retreat difficult. She could not risk discovery by hailing someone and beseeching them for a  ride. Her own two feet must carry her the miles to Brannon Cottage.


The  noise of the carriage wheels competed with that of the storm, but she  did not mistake the sound of the small rocks as they ground and rolled  over one another. She hurried behind a nearby copse of blackthorn and  waited. Lights from the carriage lanterns broke through the darkness as  the conveyance approached. The man in the driver’s seat sang “She Is Far  from the Land” faintly heard through the wind. After he passed, Anne  set one foot in front of the other and paused. Her fear overpowered her  desire for warmth. She could do this. It was only four miles.


One  worn slipper almost fell from her foot when she stepped in a small  slush of wet snow. Colder now, she pressed forward. One mile. Two miles. Three. She must reach him before they realized she was gone. Anne  flailed and her body lurched to the ground. Her arm scraped over a sharp  stone that sliced through her cloak. The faint clatter of bottles in  her satchel managed to reach her ears over the harsh howl of the winds.


Anne rose to all fours and then stopped and knelt on the sodden road,  choking back a trail of tears as they coursed down her already wet skin.  She tucked soaked locks of her long hair beneath her wet bonnet. Drawing on pure need, Anne pushed up from the ground and continued down  the dirt road. She did not know the Brannons well. They visited Ireland  once or twice a year, and yet the only person on this earth she could  hope to trust was currently on holiday and using the Brannons’ cottage. Ten years had passed since she’d last seen him.


The  tidy two-story stone structure appeared as though from the fog. Soft,  white flakes fell in time with her heavy breaths but lasted only the  time it took for her to reach the front door.


With  knuckles cold and weak, Anne managed to knock. The sound of fist  against wood was pathetic even to her. She knocked louder and waited.  She heard someone remove the door latch and a tall, familiar man opened  the portal. “Anne, whatever are you doing here?”


“I’m sorry, Charles. You sent word you’d be here, and I know we were to meet tomorrow.” 
A beautiful woman with soft red curls stepped into the front room, still  clad in her robe. “I heard you open the door. Is everything all right?”  The woman looked at Anne.


Charles motioned the woman forward. “This is my cousin, Anne Doyle. Anne, this is my wife, Rhona.”


Rhona reached out and welcomed her. “You’re shivering and cold. Come and sit by the fire.”


Anne wanted to cry all over again. Kindness had been a rare commodity in her life these past few years.


Charles helped her into a chair and covered her with a blanket. “What are you doing out alone on a night like this?”


Anne’s  eyes welled with tears. “Something terrible has happened. I need your help.” Anne lifted her leather bag over her head and set it on the  floor, revealing the long and bloody tear in her cloak.


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