An intricate, layered thriller that builds to fever pitch…star-crossed lovers, a quest for truth, and a dash of paranormal intrigue…
A chance meeting and mistaken identity throw two Irish expats together in an unlikely romance fraught with tragic secrets that could endanger a young girl’s life.
Conor Fitzpatrick had no idea, when he left Ireland 13 years ago to become a renowned Hollywood superstar, that his childhood sweetheart was expecting a child. Peggy planned to follow him to America—but then she broke his heart by unexpectedly marrying another man.
Conor vowed never to fall in love again. Then he meets Kiera Donovan, an enchanting familiar stranger who looks eerily like his pretty Peg. The powerful secrets she’s hiding threaten to endanger him and everyone he loves. How long can their budding romance survive once he learns the horrible truth about Peggy’s brutal murder?
Kiera is determined to rescue Conor’s daughter, even if it means returning to Ireland and confronting Peggy’s relentless killer. Irresistible sparks fly when they travel to Las Vegas for an arranged marriage—but danger and passions collide on the treacherous cliffs of Kilkee, Ireland, when they face a crazed madman in a dramatic showdown.
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The ringing telephone jolted her, and sent her panicked heart into overdrive. Had something terrible happened to Lissa? Quickly she grabbed the receiver. “Hello?”
“Kiera?” Conor’s rich lilting voice filled her small bedroom. “Good, it is you. I was hoping I’d dialed the right number.”
“Conor.” Momentary relief weakened her knees, and she sank down onto her mattress. Then her hands began to tremble—from delayed reaction, she assured herself. Just because she’d been worried about Lissa. Never, ever because she was thrilled to hear his deep, lyrical voice. “How did you find me?”
His laugh was warm and full of boyish delight. “Directory assistance, of course. Did you think I’d followed you from the park?”
“No, of course not.”
Oh, she never should have let the phone company list her number when she’d changed it again last October! But she’d been so sure no one would suspect innocuous K. Donovan of having even the slightest connection with a far-distant Irishwoman named Peggy Delaney.
Careless, careless, careless! Five cautious years of successful anonymity had dulled her sense of self-preservation!
Conor’s lilting voice shattered her chaotic thoughts. “I thought maybe we could get together for dinner tonight.”
A hot flush rose to her tanned cheeks. She could almost see him on the other end of the phone, smiling in that sensual way that made women’s hearts flutter. Sternly she ordered her own to settle back down into her chest, and stop trying to batter its way through her rib cage.
“Conor, I don’t think…”
“Kiera.” Hs voice dropped to a deliberately intimate murmur. “I’m not going to take ‘no’ for an answer.” Then he was gone.
Shaken, Kiera stared blankly at the buzzing phone in her hand. This just couldn’t be happening! Conor Fitzpatrick could not be calling her, flirting outrageously with her, taking her out for pizza!
Peggy’s picture! He mustn’t see it! Gasping, she snatched it off the table, and thrust it deep into the bottom of her lingerie drawer. Not that she was ever going to allow him up into her bedroom. But still. He was a clever, persuasive fellow, and she couldn’t be too careful. If he ever learned of her connection to Peggy, the results could be catastrophic.