The Black Swans by N.W. Moors

Chapter One Excerpt

“Maybe I should put some lime green color on the other

side, to contrast with the magenta.” Nola had pulled the rear

view mirror over to the passenger side, her long black hair

pulled down in front of her face. She was peeking through the

strands over her eyes, studying herself in the dim light of the

She tilted her head to the side, then pulled hair from each

side of her head and held it out in front of her. The hair on

the right side of her head had swathes of purple. “What do you

think?” she asked, studying him from under her hair.

Owen had been driving the van for five hours without any

breaks. The way from Montreal was mostly highway, but once he

crossed into the United States, he was on two lane roads that

climbed up and down mountains and were lined by thick brush and

trees, occasionally marked by small towns and farms. He was

mostly following the white line marking the middle of the road

at this point, just trying to make it to his destination, and

wasn’t paying all that much attention to what Nola was saying to

Nola squinted and frowned at Owen, then tried again. “Hmm,

I wonder if I cut my hair like Finn’s….” This time she got his

attention. He looked over at her, just in time to catch the grin

as she swept her hair back behind her ears.

“I don’t believe it would look as good on you as that

haircut does on Finn, but, hey, if it’s what you want, go for

it,” Owen played along. Nola grunted and pushed the rear view

mirror back over to an approximation of where it should be.

Owen reached up and positioned the mirror in place again.

He used it to look in the back seat to where Finn sat, headset

in his ears, listening to his iPod, his head bouncing to the

music. His hair was a mess of colors and stuck up in short

spikes. While it was a hairstyle that worked for Finn, Nola

would definitely not be cutting her hair like her brother, not

if Owen had anything to say about it. He liked her hair long and

There was a street light blinking up ahead and Owen braked,

gradually slowing the van. They were approaching another small

town or maybe it was just a crossroads. This one looked like it

was a gas station combined with a dilapidated general store.

Owen glanced down at the dashboard. There was about half a tank

of gasoline left according to the gauge. And it was a good thing

he didn’t need gas because the station was closed up tight. No

one seemed to be around, just a dim light in the store and a

crooked “Closed” sign on the front door. The only thing in the

parking lot was a rusty pickup truck, parked over on the edge of

the asphalt. He wheeled in anyway and stopped the van in front

“I need to stretch a minute,” he announced and turned off

Heads popped up in the back seat. “What are we doing?” said

Finn who couldn’t hear Owen over the music from his iPod. Conn,

who was sitting next to his twin in the middle seat, pulled his

earphones off, mussing his long hair, and waited patiently,

looking around the dimly lit parking area. He had been working

on his laptop, probably on an arrangement for one of their

songs, Owen guessed. There was no sign of Hugh who had been

stretched out sleeping in the bench seat in the very back of the

“I need to get out and walk around a little,” Owen

restated. “And I want to check the trailer.” Nola had already

opened her door and was standing on the pavement, stretching her

arms over her head, getting the kinks out of her back.

Owen got out, headed around the back of the building and

stepped back into the trees. He was joined by the rest of the

lads, Hugh wandering back last. He must have woken up with the

slamming of the doors. It had been a long ride with no stops and

Owen had drunk at least three cups of coffee out of the thermos

jug that Nola kept in the front seat for him.

Once they had finished their business, Conn and Owen went

back out front to check on the trailer. Owen crouched down and

looked under the frame while Conn pushed on the tires. The rig

looked fine. The trailer wasn’t very heavy, loaded mostly with

sound equipment and camping supplies. Their instruments and

personal items were in the way back of the van. Nola wandered

out from the other side of the garage where she had gone to find

a bit of privacy away from the guys.

“How much further is it to the pub?” Conn asked.

“I think that we have a couple more hours to go. It’s going

to be late when we get there,” Owen answered. Nola came over

and wrapped her arms around Owen’s waist, snuggling under the

denim jean jacket he wore. He stood there, resting his chin on

her head, while she rubbed the lower part of his back, pulling

up his tee shirt to get at his stiff muscles.


The Black Swans
A Tale of the Antrim Cycle
Book One
N.W. Moors
Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Sunday Morning Publishing
Date of Publication: March 1, 2015
ISBN:  978-0692397602
ASIN:  B00U6I9PUC
Number of pages:  277
Word Count:  96,003
Cover Artist: N.W.Moors
Book Description: 
Taisie MacDonnell loves Celtic music and when a traditional Irish group moves to her small town of Antrim, Maine, she’s thrilled. She has no idea that becoming involved with Conn McLaren, the handsome pipe player will enmesh her in magic, a centuries-old enchantment and pursuit by the Fae.
This is a modern retelling of the Irish story “The Children of Lir”.
Each book in the series can be read as a standalone.
Available at  Amazon US    Amazon UK    Amazon CA
About the Author:
N.W. Moors lives in Portland, Maine, land of lobster and pine trees. She is a voracious reader and avid traveler. She loves visiting Great Britain and Ireland especially. Researching trips meant that she tries to learn as much about the area as possible and uses those tidbits in her books. She enjoys interacting with readers.

 

  • AntrimCycle

    Thank you very much for hosting my book on your blog.
    Nancy