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Guest Author Cynthia Owens

Historical Heartbeats is pleased to host author Cynthia Owens and spotlight her new release, Yesterday’s Promise, book four of the Wild Geese Series. Cynthia is a fellow Celtophile whose stories “include an Irish setting, hero or heroine, and sometimes all three.” You will enjoy reading about Cynthia’s destiny.


Cynthia Owens

I believe I was destined to be interested in history. One of my distant ancestors, Thomas Aubert, reportedly sailed up the St. Lawrence River to discover Canada some 26 years before Jacques Cartier’s 1534 voyage. Another relative was a 17thCentury “King’s Girl,” one of a group of young unmarried girls sent to New France (now the province of  Quebec) as brides for the habitants (settlers) there.

My passion for reading made me long to write books like the ones I enjoyed, and I tried penning sequels to my favorite Nancy Drew mysteries. Later, fancying myself a female version of Andrew Lloyd Weber, I drafted a musical set in Paris during WWII.

A former journalist and lifelong Celtophile, I enjoyed a previous career as a reporter/editor for a small chain of community newspapers before returning to my first love, romantic fiction. My stories usually include an Irish setting, hero or heroine, and sometimes all three.

I’m the author of The Claddagh Series, historical romances set in Ireland and beyond, and The Wild Geese Series, in which five Irish heroes return from the American Civil War to find love and adventure.

I’m a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hearts Through History Romance Writers, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. A lifelong resident of Montreal, Canada, I still live there with my own Celtic hero and our two teenaged children.




…Like the Wild Geese of Old Ireland, five boys grew to manhood despite hunger, war, and the mean streets of New York…

An army doctor, Declan Morrissey fought for the survival of every wounded soldier, rejoicing when they recovered, mourning bitterly when they died.

Valerie Stanton was his beautiful battlefield nurse, strong, courageous, and dedicated.

He never dreamed she was an heiress, or that she’d break his heart in a desperate gamble to save the life of another man.

Now that they’ve found each other again, can they overcome past deception and claim the happily ever after they dreamed of?

 Yesterday’s Promise, Book 4 of The Wild Geese Series.


“Thank God I found you!” She grabbed one of his hands and clung, sending tiny shocks up his arms and straight into his heart. “I need your help.”

Gut clenching with shock, Declan stared at the woman’s pale face and trembling red lips.

Ah, blessed St. Patrick.


“Valerie! Is it yourself?”

Valerie watched as his beautiful eyes grew wide with astonishment. He hadn’t changed. Something within her rejoiced at the knowledge. Oh, he hadn’t changed a bit, despite the horrors he’d experienced on the front, the great and terrible things he’d had to do in the field hospital.

He was exactly the same. The same light brown hair that fell over his forehead in an untidy sweep. The same eyes, blue-gray and misty, yet able to pierce a woman’s soul with a single glance. His broad shoulders strained the seams of his white doctor’s coat. And, oh, his hands! Gentle, tender, practical.

Declan. Doctor Declan Morrissey.

The man she’d once loved.

His fingers tightened on hers, and belatedly she realized that in her relief at finding him, she’d seized his hand and now clung to him like a lifeline.

She jerked away.

And watched his face shutter into cool, detached lines.

“Valerie.” Oh, the lovely lilting speech he’d never lost, even after twenty years in America. “It is you, isn’t it?” His voice deepened to an intimacy she’d all but forgotten. “Sure, I’d know you anywhere, mo áilleacht.”

Mo áilleacht. He’d first called her that on a star-strewn night in Virginia. He’d told her the words meant “my beauty” in Irish. He’d gazed into her eyes, his fingers stroking her bare arm. Sure, ‘tis only a simple sentiment, but it fits you, so it does, for are you not the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in many a long day?

Oh, could she ever forget?

She must find her voice. “Yes, Declan, it’s I.” She gave a shaky smile, a tremulous little laugh, and fought to regain her composure. “It’s been…a long time.”

He nodded, his gaze roving over her face, then sliding down her arm to scrutinize her hand. Her left hand.

Her bare left hand.

She must speak. “You were easier to find that I ever imagined.” She blurted out the first words that came to mind.

“You were looking for me?” She nodded. A gleam lit his eyes, and one corner of his lovely, sensual mouth lifted fractionally. A blazing memory of those lips caressing hers shot through her mind, sizzled through her veins.

Then his face blanked before her eyes, and he became the cool professional she’d known so briefly…and so intimately. His voice rang rough in her ears “Now why would that be, I wonder. Sure, I can’t imagine a woman like you would have need of a free clinic.”

She winced, knowing she deserved the rebuke. “But I do need you, Declan.” She flushed and hurried on, “Though I suppose it would be more accurate to say I need Doctor Morrissey.”

His stern expression sharpened. His gaze swept over her—professionally this time. Not the gaze of a lover.


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