ABOUT THE AUTHORSierra M. King is a writer from Dublin, Ireland, and the author of Seal of Love, a tale inspired by Celtic folklore and the enduring power of love. Sierra brings the mysticism of Scotland’s shores to life with emotional depth and passion. She is a proud mother of two grown children. She found inspiration in life itself, nature, and the legends woven into the Scottish landscape. Seal of Love is her debut novel, maybe the beginning of a journey into romantic and mythical fiction.

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I looked at the man in front of me, the man I could not get enough of and now I had another reason why. He is willing to give up everything he loves to save the bigger picture for everyone else, for nature. Most men I dated in the past, were narcissists times 100, usually took me a couple of months to see it as they were also master manipulators. I don’t think I was aware and as open as I am now. Brian has led me down a path of new doors and they all swing wide open, no hesitation. He makes it so easy for me to walk through and feel safe in the unknown. Every opening has been a door of ease, love and acceptance. In the past the doors were usually stuck halfway or I wanted to go through but couldn’t find the key and when I did finally go through, I wondered, why did I want this so much? But the world makes more sense to me now. We headed back to Jan’s cottage only to find a bustling party of locals already to welcome home one of their own. “Okay, brace yourself,” said Brian A chorus of “Brian!” rang out from the small front door where a welcoming crowd of young, old, big, small, beards, functional cloths, pretty dresses, came spilling out to greet us. Beer in one hand and loving embrace with the other. I felt so at home in this sea of strangers. I would catch Brian glancing over at me in the middle of throwing his head back in laughter. Made me feel warm inside, he was checking to see if I was okay. Being on the other side of the room with a party of strangers felt like being in a cocoon of love. We fell into bed that night, exhausted and full of all the stories and shared memories. We both curled up into each other’s arms and passed out. I woke up around 6am, slightly hung over to find Brian was already up. The house was quiet. I thought that was strange, not to hear him bashing about making breakfast, no sound of him and Jan chatting away. I started to feel unease, I wasn’t sure why, there was no reason to think anything was wrong. I pushed back the blankets and got dressed, as I