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Kiss My Blarney Stone: Tricks & Traps (Part 2 of a 3 Part Serial)
Kiss My Blarney Stone: Tricks & Traps (Part 2 of a 3 Part Serial)
Kiss My Blarney Stone: Tricks & Traps (Part 2 of a 3 Part Serial)
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Kiss My Blarney Stone: Tricks & Traps (Part 2 of a 3 Part Serial)

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Romantic comedy with an Irish lilt (part 2 of a 3-part serial)... The year is 1975. The place is Ramhaillim Manor, a whimsical old mansion (which may or may not be haunted) on the west coast of Ireland. The girl is Sharon O’Shaughnessy, an Irish-American spitfire who has just inherited Ramhaillim from her Great-Aunt Deirdre – or half of it anyway, as Sharon discovers when she reaches Ireland and meets Rory Egan, the handsome Irishman who has inherited the other half of the house. This could be a good thing, because Sharon loves horses, and Rory is a horse breeder. Except Rory is also full of blarney, Sharon is quite sure. He’s an incorrigible rascal, and a smart girl shouldn’t believe a word he says. Sharon, of course, is a smart girl. You’ll never find her falling under the man’s roguish spell. Or will you?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMimi Riser
Release dateDec 2, 2014
ISBN9781310893896
Kiss My Blarney Stone: Tricks & Traps (Part 2 of a 3 Part Serial)
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Mimi Riser

Mimi Riser is a longtime author of fiction and nonfiction, including several series and spanning a variety of genres (with flavors ranging from sweet to spicy hot). Her books celebrate the upbeat, the offbeat, and “beating the odds.” She began life in the urban northeast, but now resides in the rural southwest with her best friend & husband Rob.

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    KISS MY BLARNEY STONE

    Part 2:

    Tricks & Traps

    MIMI RISER

    www.mimiriser.com

    Kiss My Blarney Stone is now released as a serial, which means it has been divided into separate parts that are offered individually. This is the second of three parts.

    Serial Copyright 2014 by Mimi Riser

    All rights reserved.

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    [Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.]

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    Chapter 5

    Sharon didn’t know what had woken her. It wasn’t quite light outside—even the birds weren’t up yet. She stayed cuddled up in bed, eyes shut, expecting to drift back to sleep, but discovered she felt quite rested—energetic even. Flinging off the covers, she reached for her robe, bundling into it while she stepped into her slippers.

    Brrr…

    The bedroom air felt frigid after the heavy warmth of the quilts she slept under. Oliver had been right about one thing; central heating had not yet been installed in Ramhaillim. And wouldn’t be, if Sharon had anything to say about it. She liked waking up to a chilly room. Seriously. It got the blood circulating and got you up and moving.

    And it made the warmth of Maurya’s kitchen and a hot breakfast seem an extra special treat. A grand way to start the day. Sharon could almost taste the feast that would be waiting for her downstairs. Breakfast in the British Isles, especially the Celtic corners, could be a hearty affair, not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach—and she was neither.

    It amazed her how fast, how easily, she’d fallen into the daily routine of the household. With six days and seven nights behind her, she felt more at home here than she had anywhere else for a long time—too long—not since her grandmother was alive.

    Damn.

    She shook off the bittersweet blues. The gradually brightening sky outside gave promise of a beautiful day to come. Kathleen of all people would want her to enjoy it.

    Sharon washed and dressed in her riding breeches and boots and a cable-knit sweater, then paused a moment in the center of the room, savoring the cool quiet of the morning. An early sunbeam fell across her feet, pointing like an arrow to the French windows, beckoning…

    Slowly she moved toward them, pulled back the latch, and stepped out onto the stone balcony. She’d been out here numerous times before, but never so early in the day. The landscape looked different in the lavender-gray hues of dawn—softer somehow, its ruggedness mellowed, subdued.

    An unusually clear morning. The strong wind must have blown the night mist out to sea. Looking out over the tops of the estate’s trees and across grassy, rock-strewn fields, Sharon could see all the way to Galway Bay in the distance.

    She stood clutching the cold iron railing, inhaling the invigorating salt snap in the air, reveling in the brisk feel of the wind. Its gusts were wreaking havoc on the work she’d done with her comb, but Sharon couldn’t be bothered by something like that. She’d never been one to fuss over her face or hair—never been the sort to stand idle overlong either.

    She glanced at her watch.

    Still early.

    Too early for breakfast. Everything was so quiet, so still. No one else seemed even to be stirring yet—except for Padraic, of course; he’d be out back at the stable, feeding the horses.

    Would he like some help?

    Not from her probably.

    Still, she had to do something. She wondered if Rory would mind if she stole one of his horses for a bit and took an early ride. He had been behaving himself pretty well these past days, but Sharon was sure that was due

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