Irish Dreams
By Toni Kelly
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After being traded for another woman by her fiancé, Maggie decides she's had it with men. Good thing she's far away from him, in Ireland fulfilling her best friend's request to be maid-of-honor. Wicklow and the Emerald Isle are more than she expects. . .green, lush, and exactly what she needs. What she doesn't need is rescuing by some emerald-eyed charmer.
Newly divorced, Ethan Moore is ready to enjoy bachelorhood. Only one problem. . .the fiery-haired Maggie Christy. Unlike any woman he's ever met, Maggie draws him close and turns him inside out. The attraction is unexpected and inconvenient, but nobody ever said true love was easy.
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Toni Kelly
Toni Kelly first discovered a passion for writing at the tender age of six when her mother would “publish” her scribbled tales using trusty old word perfect. Gradually, stories of geese and golden eggs became poems and essays until one fateful night nearly a decade later when Toni snuck a romance novel from her mother’s room. The cover’s backdrop was scenic with mountains and a lake but the couple of focus really caught her attention, a beautiful woman with long, wavy red hair and a stunningly handsome male enveloping her in his arms. Needless to say, several nights of reading later, Toni was in love with the characters as well as the romance genre itself. So, after years of reading thousands of novels—romance as well as other genres—and several attempts to write “stories” for leisure, Toni decided to make a go of her passion and write her first full-length paranormal novel about a race of fallen angels. Why paranormal? Although Toni reads the entire spectrum of romance from historical to sci-fi, something about the impossibility of the creatures and situations fascinated. Perhaps it was those nights spent watching movies like The Never Ending Story, Willow, Legend and The Princess Bride, that fostered a hunger for the extraordinary. When Toni is not writing or thinking up new plot ideas, she loves traveling and experiencing different cultures, languages and traditions. Many times these experiences provide inspiration for her writing. In addition to this, Toni is bilingual in English and Spanish and currently working on teaching herself Italian whenever time permits. Thought to walk away with: Some of the most beautiful parts of life and this earth can be found at the most inopportune of times and in the most unusual of places. Always walk with your heart open.
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Irish Dreams - Toni Kelly
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Blood Eternal
IRISH DREAMS
By TONI KELLY
LYRICAL PRESS
http://lyricalpress.com/
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/
1
Only smiles, Margaret Christy.
Elsie Rogers grabbed Maggie’s hands and squeezed tight, smiling with the cloud-floating happiness of a woman in love. This is Ireland, land of rainbows, legends. It’s beautiful here and there are tons of gorgeous Irishmen all over the island. Last thing I want you thinking about is a jerk whose name I won’t even mention, as he doesn’t deserve such an honor.
I’m not,
she lied, pushing thoughts of Rick away. Elsie was right. Maggie took a deep breath of Irish country air and released it slowly. Ireland was like a dream. The Georgian styled Rose Hill House, Elsie’s soon-to-be permanent home, sat atop a hill amongst a crescent of trees. A blanket of ivy crawled midway up the house’s stone facade, reminding Maggie of the homes in the historical romances she loved to read. It’s strange because I always thought of myself as a city girl.
Why is that strange?
Elsie asked as she turned to watch her fiance pull around the front of the house on the gravel drive.
Well, we’re out in the Irish countryside and the nearest city is actually a tiny village.
Enniskerry is a very complete village. There are shops, restaurants, a barbershop, oh, and Dublin is only thirty or so minutes away from there. Dublin is quite a large city.
I know,
Maggie said. You don’t need to convince me. What I’m trying to say very poorly is that I somehow feel at home here.
And despite the hollowness in her chest, she would be happy because her best friend married the love of her life–not because of some Irishman, or any man for that matter.
I really am happy.
Maggie forced an upward curve to her lips despite the fact her cheeks seemed cemented in place. For you though, not some Irish stranger. Now come on.
She tugged her friend’s hand, leading her toward the waiting car. Before your wonderful, handsome fiance gets mad at me for keeping you.
Bryan isn’t like that. He’s great.
Her lips parted in a dreamy grin. Are you sure you don’t want to come to Dublin Airport?
I’m positive. It’s important you and Bryan be there to greet your parents. Besides, where would I sit, on your dad’s lap? I’m a bit heavier now than at age five.
Hardly.
Elsie blinked her large hyacinth blue eyes. Those same eyes could be deceivingly innocent at times. Maggie knew better. You sure you’re okay with this?
Yes. Ask me one more time, I just might strangle you. Please don’t worry. I’ve only been here a couple of hours. I wanted to tour the grounds. Before I know it, you’ll be back and we’ll be having dinner. Now go.
She gave her a gentle shove.
Elsie turned and hugged her, kissing her cheek lightly. Thank you. I’m so glad you’re here.
Maggie walked through an enchanting garden, along a wall of bushes which appeared to be part of a maze. She brushed her hand against tidy, trimmed hedges. The Kelley estate might as well have been described on an Austen novel’s pages. Different country perhaps, but stunning nonetheless.
A horse’s frantic whinny came from near the forest beyond the hedges. She strayed toward it, recalling Elsie had mentioned the stables’ location on the opposite side of the estate. Strange, the sound would come from the forest. Unlike Phoenix, no skinny, spiny-looking stumps grew here. No, these were rich, thick, knobby-looking trees. Those you read about in fairytales or legends.
As she rounded an edge of trees, a horse stood in the open, white, magnificent and somehow wedged between sharp boards of a broken fence. Maggie approached, wary. How had the horse gotten across the estate without being seen? The animal shoved its body to and fro, eyes rolling backward. Whoa.
She glanced beneath the horse. A mare. Whoa, girl.
The mare tossed her head, lifting then slamming her front hooves on the ground.
Careful, girl. You’re going to hurt yourself.
Maggie didn’t have much experience with horses but it didn’t take an expert equestrian to see the animal would end up stabbing itself unless it calmed down. She took several quick breaths, and lifted shaky hands toward the mare. A little bit closer. All right, I’m moving these boards in front of you. Please don’t panic.
She spoke to herself as much as to the horse and climbed the fence.
Maggie found her opening and reached out, keeping her body back as she tugged on an upper plank. With several yanks, the stubborn piece of wood broke loose. There you go, girl. One more.
The mare stopped shoving and backed up as if to give some room.
Atta girl. You’re a good lady, aren’t you?
Maggie cooed. The thundering within her chest slowed. One more piece. It sat lower, requiring a jump off the short fence. The horse didn’t mind. Bending low, Maggie moved closer and reached for the second plank. A shrill ring of her cellphone disturbed the morning stillness.
In response, the mare rose on two hind legs and came down, breaking the second plank away. Maggie avoided her hooves but not the board flying toward her. A burst of sharp pain radiated across her forehead. Her vision went black.
* * * *
We’re done, Miriam. If you love me as you say you do, you should have thought first before jumping into bed with that bastard co-worker.
Ethan Moore held the phone away from his ear as his soon-to-be ex-wife ranted about how he never loved her enough. Perhaps what she said fell closer to truth than he’d admit. Didn’t change his mind or mood. He didn’t care to hear a recital of his life’s mistakes at this time. Enough. Sign the blasted papers and be done with it. You never loved me, you loved my money. Take the estate in Georgia. Don’t call me again until you’ve signed everything.
She started to protest, when a high-pitched scream echoed across the hills. Christ, what now?
I’ve got to go.
He pushed the End Call button on his Blackberry. Hooves beat against the earth, and his most recently purchased mare cantered toward him. Whoa.
She barely slowed as he stepped alongside her. Grabbing her mane as he’d done with many different horses since childhood, he swung himself onto her bare back and squeezed lightly with his thighs. She eased her pace.
Aye, there’s a beauty.
He reached down, gave her flank a few gentle pats. What has you running, Misty Eyes?
And where was his damn groom? Curious as to how she ended up at the edge of his property, he guided her forward, over the hill’s crest. Below, along fence separating Moore property from the Kelley estate, a body lay sprawled on verdant lawn. The