Moonlight on the Meadow: Save Tomorrow, #13
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Cathryn Whitmore, the driven and hard-working woman at the helm of Carruthers Initiative Institute, has always been unlucky in love. She tells herself that there’s no room in her life for a serious relationship, and that’s partly true; together with her friends and the agents who work for her, she’s on a mission to stop a pervasive evil from setting off an apocalypse that will spell the end of the world.
But that was before she took a trip to Ireland to recruit three gifted brothers to fight by her side.
When Seamus O’Casey first lays eyes on Cathryn, he knows that he’s lost his heart. But convincing her of this truth won’t be easy. It’ll take all of his charm—not to mention his supernatural abilities—to win her trust . . . and her love.
Tawdra Kandle
Tawdra Kandle writes romance, in just about all its forms. She loves unlikely pairings, strong women, sexy guys, hot love scenes and just enough conflict to make it interesting. Her books run from YA paranormal romance through NA paranormal and contemporary romance to adult contemporary and paramystery romance. She lives in central Florida with a husband, kids, sweet pup and too many cats. And yeah, she rocks purple hair.
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Moonlight on the Meadow - Tawdra Kandle
Cathryn Whitmore, the driven and hard-working woman at the helm of Carruthers Initiative Institute, has always been unlucky in love. She tells herself that there’s no room in her life for a serious relationship, and that’s partly true; together with her friends and the agents who work for her, she’s on a mission to stop a pervasive evil from setting off an apocalypse that will spell the end of the world.
But that was before she took a trip to Ireland to recruit three gifted brothers to fight by her side.
When Seamus O’Casey first lays eyes on Cathryn, he knows that he’s lost his heart. But convincing her of this truth won’t be easy. It’ll take all of his charm—not to mention his supernatural abilities—to win her trust . . . and her love.
Moonlight on the Meadow
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Synopsis
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
The Save Tomorrow World of Paranormal Romance
Other Books
To the memory of my great-grandparents,
Robert Hunter Murray, Catherine Blakely Murry and Annie Murphy Thompson,
who gave me roots deep within the soil of Ireland.
And to my friend Stacey Ryan Blake
An Irish sister of the heart
Who lent me her cat’s name
And made me a gorgeous cover, too!
It’s just wrong, that’s what it is. Wrong and downright . . . evil.
I glowered at my older brother, who stood with his hip cocked against the bar and his arms crossed over his chest. One of my eyebrows quirked upwards, and he rolled his eyes in such a way that it made me want to punch him in the fucking face.
Cool it with the drama, Seamus. There’s nothing evil about it. It’s a schedule, and this time, it’s one you actually made up yourself, for once. You put yourself on it for this afternoon, and so you will be here, minding the bar. That’s how it works.
He paused for a moment before adding, his voice knowing, Is this about a woman?
I mustered up my best expression of indignation. No, in fact, it is not, if you must know. It’s about . . . a job.
I gave one quick, decisive nod to give my words the needed weight.
A job?
Daeglan still appeared to be skeptical. Really?
"Yes, really. I breathed in deep through my nose, the way I’d seen my dad do when he was convincing my mother of something important.
It’s not a paying job, which was why I didn’t say so in the beginning. I’m helping Mrs. Lawson. She’s moving from the upstairs flat to the one below today, you know, and I said I’d lend a hand. I let a beat of silence go by.
Father Andrew asked me to do it."
Did he?
My brother’s eyes narrowed. He still wasn’t sure.
He did.
It was true; our parish priest had asked me if I had an hour or two this afternoon to spare to Mrs. Lawson, and I’d agreed. Of course, that wasn’t the entire reason I wanted to get out of my shift tending bar this afternoon. The bigger draw at the Lawson flat was the old lady’s granddaughter Della, who was just twenty-one and had some of the most perfect creamy skin I’d ever laid eyes upon. I’d seen her blush when she’d caught me staring at her, and I wanted to find out just how far down her generous chest that tinge of pink went.
Lying to my brothers wasn’t something that came easy to me, but misdirection and deliberate omission sometimes did the trick. Now I waited to see if Daeglan would buy it.
"Well, you’re right, that’s a fine reason for asking me to switch, and a better one than I’d expected you to have, but still, the fact stands that you are on the schedule to work now, and I am scheduled to have a rare afternoon off. And God knows I need it. So Mrs. Lawson will have to make her move without your hands and back."
Daeglan punched my arm and went through the door to the kitchen in the rear, whistling. I slumped against the bar, disappointed, but I hadn’t given up yet. If I knew Daeglan, and I did, he’d come into the bar again in a little bit, grumbling about changing schedules and organization and irresponsibility, but he’d let me go for at least an hour or two and cover the shift. He had a soft heart for the older women, and Mrs. Lawson had been his piano teacher, once upon a time. He’d give in.
And if he didn’t, I always had one more brother to call.
For now, though, I snagged a white rag from the hook and began wiping down the fine oak of the bar. This pub had been built by my great-great grandfather just after the end of the Great War. It had been passed down through my family over the last century, and I was rightly proud of it. My two brothers and I ran it now, and I had no problem doing my duty . . . as long as it didn’t interfere with the better part of life.
This time of the late morning, things were quiet. Just around noon or so, our regulars would begin rolling in, along with a fair smattering of tourists who were eager to eat in a real Irish pub. As the day wore on, we’d get busier and busier, until our live musicians arrived before the dinner hour. At that point, everything would go mad, and it would require all of our attention. All three of us worked evenings, as a rule, because we were needed then. We had a few part-time employees, but we brothers ran the place like a well-oiled machine, and we could manage fine on our own.
The door opened, startling me out of my brooding when the bell on the lintel jingled. A girl stepped inside, and as she turned to face me fully, I stopped breathing.
Now, as an honest fellow, I’d have admitted that I was what my granny called a ladies’ man. I’d never been misleading about my intentions or hurtful to any female, but I liked women, and I saw nothing wrong with indulging that affinity. I liked them all: old or young, short or tall, blonde, brunette or red-haired. My mother claimed I’d been charming females since I’d emerged from the womb, starting with the midwife herself. I just couldn’t help myself.
But I’d yet to meet the woman who made me lose my mind. I’d never been mad in love or even had a deep crush. I considered myself an appreciator of girls, but none that I’d known had stolen my heart. I believed that true love could happen—in fact, thanks to my particular gift, I knew better than most