The beauty of Ireland works its magic on a woman there to discover her true heritage--only to find true love--in a tale that could only come from the pen of #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts.
The final installment in Roberts's Ireland-based trilogy about three sisters who are brought together by a packet of old love letters, tells the story of Shannon Bodine, the American-born half-sister of Maggie (Born in Fire) and Brianna (Born in Ice). There are few surprises here the characters and basic plot have been deftly set up in previous novels, but the story takes on an unexpected poignancy when Shannon reluctantly accepts Maggie and Brie's invitation to visit Ireland. Shannon plans a quick trip, just long enough to satisfy her curiosity about her sisters and the father they shared. What she hadn't planned on was finding herself, and the man from another lifetime who haunts her dreams. With prose that's lively and compelling, Roberts' creates exceptional characters whose relationships with each other develop and grow, and live on in the reader's imagination and heart. (Jan.) -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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Posted May 03, 2009 by Jvg , edison NjIt wasn't as good as the first two parts. It is still really good
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Excerpt from Born in Shame by Nora Roberts
Amanda dreamed dreadful dreams. Colin was there, his sweet, well-loved face crushed with sorrow. Mandy, he said. He never called her anything but Mandy. His Mandy, my Mandy, darling Mandy. But there'd been no smile in his voice, no laugh in his eyes.
Mandy, we can't stop it. I wish we could. Mandy, my Mandy, I miss you so. But I never thought you'd have to come so soon after me. Our little girl, it's so hard for her. And it'll get harder. You have to tell her, you know.
He smiled then, but it was sad, so sad, and his body, his face, that had seemed so solid, so close that she'd reached out in sleep to touch him, began to fade and shimmer away.
You have to tell her, he repeated. We always knew you would. She needs to know where she comes from. Who she is. But tell her, Mandy, tell her never to forget that I loved her. I loved my little girl.
Oh, don't go, Colin. She moaned in her sleep, pining for him. Stay with me. I love you, Colin. My sweet Colin. I love you for all you are.
But she couldn't bring him back. And couldn't stop the dream.
Oh, how lovely to see Ireland again, she thought, drifting like mist over the green hills she remembered from so long ago. See the river gleam, like a ribbon all silver and bright around a gift without price.
And there was Tommy, darling Tommy, waiting for her. Turning to smile at her, to welcome her.
Why was there such grief here, when she was back and felt so young, so vibrant, so in love?
I thought I'd never see you again. Her voice was breathless, with a laugh on the edges of it. Tommy, I've come back to you.
He seemed to stare at her. No matter how she tried, she could get no closer than an arm span away from him. But she could hear his voice, as clear and sweet as ever.
I love you, Amanda. Always. Never has a day passed that I haven't thought of you, and remembered what we found here.
He turned in her dream to look out over the river where the banks were green and soft and the water quiet.
You named her for the river, for the memory of the days we had.
She's so beautiful, Tommy. So bright, so strong. You'd be proud.
I am proud. And how I wish . . . But it couldn't be. We knew it. You knew it. He sighed, turned back. You did well for her, Amanda. Never forget that. But you're leaving her now. The pain of that, and what you've held inside all these years, makes it so hard. You have to tell her, give her her birthright. And let her know, somehow let her know that I loved her. And would have shown her if I could.
I can't do it alone, she thought, struggling out of sleep as his image faded away. Oh, dear God, don't make me do it alone.
"Mom." Gently, though her hands shook, Shannon stroked her mother's sweaty face. "Mom, wake up. It's a dream. A bad dream." She understood what it was to be tortured by dreams, and knew how to fear waking -- as she woke every morning now afraid her mother would be gone. There was desperation in her voice. Not now, she prayed. Not yet. "You need to wake up."
"Shannon. They're gone. They're both of them gone. Taken from me."
"Ssh. Don't cry. Please, don't cry. Open your eyes now, and look at me."