Research librarian Nan Galvin's days were fairly ordinary...until she came across a box of letters. They were glimpses into the life of the mother she hardly knew--which made her question everything she knew about herself. Now, Nan desperately needs the truth. And so she travels to Ireland, with its rolling green hills...and drop-dead gorgeous Irishmen!
Songwriter Riley Quinn isn't looking for The One. After all, a musician isn't meant to settle down. Of course, that was before he met the American girl who makes his blood burn like fire. He can't get enough of her. She's his muse, his lover, his woman.
And in a few days, she'll be going home.
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October 01, 2011
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Excerpt from The Mighty Quinns- Riley by Kate Hoffmann
The line for Customs and Immigration snaked around the room and out the sliding glass doors into the hallway. Nan Galvin searched for a clock, not sure about the local time. Back home in Madison, Wisconsin, it was five in the morning. Here in Ireland, at Shannon Airport, it was..."Eleven o'clock," she murmured, catching sight of a clock on the wall.
She smiled to herself. Though she'd planned hundreds of exciting trips in her head and flipped through travel books during her lunch hours, this was the first time she'd actually gotten on a plane and flown across an ocean. Everything around her seemed exotic, from the shape of the trash cans to the voice over the loudspeaker to the signs written in Gaelic.
"I'm in Ireland," she said, smiling to herself.
The line moved and she pulled her luggage along with her, getting ever closer to the row of desks and dour-faced immigration officials.
Her mother had visited Ireland, the summer after her college graduation. Twenty-seven years ago, Laura Daley had stepped off a plane, just as Nan had just done, ready to begin a wonderful adventure in the land of her ancestors. Nan could only imagine the young woman her mother had been. Laura Daley Galvin had died of cancer when Nan was eight.
This trip was a way to discover the other side of her, she'd decided. After her mother's death, she'd cared for her father, keeping house, excelling in her schoolwork, living at home while she attended college and after she took her first job. As time went on, she'd become more like him--a quiet homebody, satisfied to find adventure between the pages of a book rather than in the real world.
A year ago, she'd buried Jim Galvin beside her mother. But it was the discovery of a trunk full of her mother's memories that caused Nan to reevaluate the person she was. The contents provided a window into the woman Laura Daley Galvin had been--adventurous, curious, spontaneous. And a packet of letters revealed a lasting friendship with an Irish woman named Carey, a woman that Nan was determined to meet.
She'd decided to start saving for an adventure and, to her surprise, it had taken her only nine months to save enough for ten days in Ireland. What would she discover here? Would she have an adventure as her mother had? Was there anything left of Laura Daley inside of her?
Somewhere, outside the terminal, a driver was waiting for her, ready to whisk her away to the pretty little seaside town of Ballykirk in County Cork and the beautiful country cottage she'd rented over the internet. Nan glanced at the clock and winced. He'd been waiting for three hours. "Next!"
Nan stepped up to the desk and slapped down her passport and the immigration form she'd completed on the plane.
"Tiernan Galvin?" the agent said.
She never used her Irish given name, mostly because no one in Wisconsin could pronounce it properly. So, she'd adopted her father's nickname for her--Nan. "Yes," she said. "Tiernan Galvin."
"Are you here on business or pleasure?" the woman asked.
Nan couldn't help but smile. Just the sound of the woman's Irish accent fired her imagination. Her mother had loved this land so much that she'd given her only child a strange Irish name. Maybe she'd even walked through this very same gate at Immigration. "I'm here on vacation," she said. "Pleasure."
"Are you visiting anyone in particular?"
"No one. Well, actually, his name is..." From her jacket pocket Nan pulled out the email she'd printed out and showed it to her. "His name is Riley Quinn. From Ballykirk. But I don't know him. I'm just staying in his family's house. Guesthouse. He's picking me up. At least he was supposed to three hours ago. The plane was late taking off and now this line has gone on forever. God, I hope he's still there."
The woman examined Nan's documents, then nodded.
"If you have anything to declare, go through the red channel. If not, the green channel," she said. "And welcome to the Republic of Ireland. Enjoy your holiday."
"Thanks," Nan said. "I will."
She followed the green signs and walked out into the baggage claim area. When she found the correct carousel, her luggage was already making its way around on the conveyor. She grabbed her bag and hauled it onto the floor at her feet. Hoisting her carry-on bag to her shoulder, Nan started toward the exit, her suitcase rolling along behind her.