Flannery Sloane is a free spirit, her soul blessed by Irish musical tradition. She doesn't care where she's going or how she'll get there. Joy and passion are her only map. And, though she's not interested in falling in love, she wouldn't mind a little fun with a fine-looking man. Hunter Kincade could fill that bill and have a bit of change left over.
Hunter thrives on punctuality. He is in the music business with his focus on the bottom line. The pretty fiddle player with the bright green eyes would make his next production worth the price of a CD. But Flannery never wears a watch. She's late for everything but the downbeat of a fiddle tune.
Their only common ground is the belief that falling in love is a danger to health and sanity. They're all wrong for each other...and they are so right.
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The Wild Rose Press
July 08, 2009
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Excerpt from Butterfly by Clare Austin
Flannery swung through the door into the dining room with a flourish but nearly tripped over a bar stool when she saw the now familiar profile, broad shoulders, and curly dark hair of the man who had come to see her sister.
"Sufferin' ducks, and if it isn't himself come to brighten the day at O'Fallon's." Cade was as compelling as she remembered. Today he was dressed in jeans, a black knit shirt, leather bomber jacket, and a slow smile that would stop a saint in her tracks.
"What can I get you?" She thought a couple of shots of good Irish whiskey would sort him out.
"I'd try the fish an' chips if you would join me?"
She gave him one of her best smiles, turned toward the kitchen, and yelled, "Hey, Jamie, I'm taking my break. Give us a one an' one, a serving of the bangers and mushy peas, a couple o' Harps, and an Inishowen, would you there?"
"Anything for the love of my life," Jamie called from behind the door.
"Stow it, Jamie Mac!" Flannery shot back, then turned to Cade. "He's always good fer craic, our Jamie."
"Craic? Inishowen? One and one? Would you like to translate?"
"Whatta ya mean 'translate'? You speak English don'tcha?" she teased. "Okay...I'm just giving you a time. 'Craic' is fun, 'Inishowen' is a whiskey from County Donegal, and a 'one and one' is what we, the feckin' Irish, call fish 'n chips."
Flannery's pulse quickened at the way his dark eyes, shaded by long lashes, swept lazily over her, undressing her, right here in a public place. Yes, as her girlfriends back home liked to say, "He was a ride."