The castle is decorated with a myriad tiny fairy lights, and shamrocks decorate the fireplaces and mantle shelves. There is an air of excitement and magic in the air as the three hostesses excitedly get into their costumes.
‘Where did that hat with the shamrocks in come from?’ Mary asks as she squeezes her ample bosoms into the over-tight blouse and tightens the laces of her bodice, so that they gape over the top. ‘They’re real’ she hisses, before either of the other hostesses has chance to speak.
‘Of course they are,’ Sharon grins, and winks at Lyn. ‘By the way, Lyn dear, are you going to put your skirt on?
‘Yes, yes,’ Sharon says indulgently. Just stand behind me and nobody will notice you’re showing your underwear!’
‘Hmmph’ Lyn snorts, ‘If I stand behind you, no-one will see me at all!'
While they squabble a fairy materializes from beneath the leprechaun hat, and flying above them, waves her wand and sprinkles fairy dust over their heads. At once they are all smiles and sweetness again as they gaze into the huge mirror in their dressing room.
Sharon looks divine in a green jacket, short green skirt with lacy underskirt, leprechaun hat and a tight black belt around her trim waist. Mary is exquisite, in a green skirt, green bow tie, and a black laced corset over a lowcut gold blouse which shows off her greatest asset - are they or aren’t they? - that is the question!) with a jaunty leprechaun hat atop her curls. Lyn also wears a leprechaun hat, with a white peasant blouse, a black cincher and flared short green skirt (very short) - and a garter!
Down in the banqueting hall, Oliver, dressed as a rather elegant leprechaun, in a green waistcoat, bow tie and hat - and no shirt - is preparing the feast for their special guest Caroline Clemmons. Salsa and tortilla chips, to nibble, and for main course, traditional Irish fare including Whole Wheat Soda Bread, with fresh Irish butter, Cheddar Ale Soup, Red Potato Colcannon, Corned beef hash and Irish Lamb stew.
Margaritas and other beverages will, of course, be served all evening. On another table are Chocolate confections of every description, and a special Margarita cake baked lovingly by himself and with a sugar paste replica of Caroline’s book cover ‘Out Of The Blue’
Cuddles and Junior play hide and seek beneath the tables with the little fairy who’s suddenly joined them, although no-one else can see her... and a mysterious black cat called Cathbad!
All at once there is a knock at the castle door, and Oliver rushes to open it. He bows low and escorts the Honoured Guest, Caroline Clemmons to the Banqueting Hall. She looks amazing, in a traditional long green velvet Irish Renaissance gown, over a white blouse with billowing long sleeves. The three hostesses are waiting to greet her. She smiles graciously at Oliver before the embrace her in a group hug. ‘Where’s my fairy?’ she asks, and immediately the fairy lands on her shoulder, while Cathbad, Cuddles and Junior rub against her skirts.
The party is about to commence and we're all ready to celebrate the release of 'Out Of The Blue'. While the Guest of Honour is escorted to her seat by Oliver, the fairy turns the pages of her book and begins to read, in a sweet, tinkly voice.
Deirdre Dougherty never cursed at anyone, much less put a curse on the potato crop of her remote Irish village. She’d rather take her chances with the Atlantic lapping at the bottom of the cliff than the mob intent on burning her as they have her cottage. Deirdre leaps . . . and plops down over 160 years later in a Texas lake. She doesn’t understand how she’s ended up with the man from her recent visions or why he has the same name as the saint to whom she prayed. She’s in danger of falling for the handsome policeman who rescued her, in spite of the fact that he thinks she’s lying to him. How can she convince him her story is true when she’s finding it difficult to believe the tale herself?
Police Detective Brendan Hunter wants answers. Who shot him and killed his partner? Why? And why does Deirdre know details of the event? Her story has to be a colossal fabrication or else she’s a beautiful psycho.
Either way, he wants her gone before he becomes even more fascinated with her. But he can’t let her out of his sight until she confesses to how she learned details no one but he and his late partner knew.
She watched him. His eyes darkened and he lowered his head to kiss her. His lips, when they touched hers, were warm and soft. He brushed them against her mouth, then returned to press more firmly.
Kissing a man wasn’t at all as she’d expected. Warmth pooled low in her belly and all thoughts flew from her mind except for this man and their kiss. She grasped his shirt in her fists and pulled him closer.
His tongue slid across her lips. Without thinking—for how could she?—she opened her mouth. He probed her tongue with his and she gasped.
He pulled away and smiled down at her. "You kiss like a virgin."
"There’s the best of reasons for that. I’m not like the women on your television who go with any man who asks."
He pushed a lock of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "You’re not like the women anywhere. Perhaps that’s a good thing."
The heat of a flush burned her cheeks and she looked down and turned away. "But here I am in your mother’s home and kissing you like a brazen hussy. It’s sorry I am I’ve dishonored her hospitality."
He turned her back toward him. "Just as she hoped. Why do you think she hurried off to do the dishes so suddenly? Or why she slipped away to bed without saying goodnight?"
Deirdre looked toward the kitchen. No light showed. In fact, this room wasn’t all that bright. Blossom must have turned off the overhead fixture when she left. "She wanted us to kiss?"
He smiled at her and slid his hands around her back. "She couldn’t have been more obvious if she’d issued written instructions."
"You need no instructions. I’d say you could write the directions yourself."
He laughed. "Thank you, ma’am."
She sighed and pulled away. "But if I want to remain a good girl, I’d best be going off to my room. Otherwise, the temptation of your kisses will have me leading you astray."
"That would be . . . interesting to say the least."
"Something to save for another day." She smiled up at him. "You’ve had a couple you said had been interesting."
"That’s right. Good night." He kissed her forehead.
She turned to go, then looked over her shoulder at him. "Kisses are much nicer on the lips, aren’t they?"
"Depends who’s involved, but in this case, yes. Much nicer."
Now, for a chance to win a down load of her book, tell us what would you wish for if Caroline’s fairy granted you one wish?
My Hero and I live on a small acreage in the ranching and horse country of North Central Texas. Darling Daughter 1 and Darling Daughter 2 are grown, but supportive of my writing. Living with Hero and me now are Webster, our black Shih Tzu, and our three shorthaired cats: Delilah Sue, an elderly gray tabby; Sebastian, a black and white tuxedo who thinks he's our watchcat; and Bailey Erin, a shy apricot tabby.
When I'm not writing, I love spending time with family, reading, traveling with Hero, browsing antique malls, and digging into family history and genealogy. I also love garage and estate sales, but have to ration myself--we only have so much room and I think we've filled our home until the walls are bulging.
Writing about strong heroes and heroines who overcome amazing obstacles to forge a meaningful life together is my passion. I hope you'll share my stories with me.