Free Wild Irish Roots (The Mystic Cove Series) by Tricia O'Malley

the cove glowing blue.
    "Well, I kind of asked around town about. Seems like it might just be this phenomenon that happens there. But, it wasn't Margaret, I'm sure of that now." Sean said.
    Fiona closed her eyes as she thought about the pain her daughter had been in. Sean running from her had only confirmed Margaret's belief that she was a freak. It was the perfect storm.
    Knowing that she was about to rock this boy's world forever, Fiona drained her glass of whiskey.
    "She's on a plane to Boston. For good," Fiona said and watched Sean's face drop.
    "No," Sean shook his head, the color draining from his cheeks.
    "She left." Fiona said.
    "Then, I'll go get her." Sean said determination ringing in his voice. Fiona sighed.
    "Sean, what do you see sitting next to you?"
    "Baby clothes. So?" Sean shrugged and played with his glass. His hands stilled as realization washed over him.
    "Yes, Sean. Baby clothes. Do you think that I'm pregnant?" Fiona inquired of him.
    "Baby...Margaret. Margaret's pregnant? And, she left? Just like that?" Sean slammed his fist onto the table and got up to pace. "I have rights as a father, you know. She can't just leave!"
    "Well, I'm sorry, Sean, but she did. She didn't believe in you. Frankly, neither did I."
    "I'm going after her," Sean declared.
    "No," Fiona said forcefully. Sighing, she handed him Margaret's letter and watched as his heart broke in front of her.
    Sighing, Fiona pulled him into her arms as he sobbed. Together, they both cried for a love lost, a life lost, and for an unknown future.

Chapter Sixteen
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    M argaret stared out the window as they approached Boston. She'd stayed awake the entire flight, questioning her choice. Every time, she came to the conclusion that she'd had none.
    This was her new life.
    Smiling, she patted her stomach and watched Boston's downtown come into view. It was a whole new world for her and her baby. Together, they'd make it.
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    Read on for an excerpt from Wild Irish Heart:
    Book 1 in the Mystic Cove Series:

Chapter One
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    T he ping of the doorbell startled Keelin O'Brien from her daydream of chartering a dive boat through the Great Barrier Reef. Blinking, she shoved herself up from her messy desk and padded quietly in her Irish cottage socks to the door. Peering through the hole, she saw that it was Frank, her overly friendly mailman.
    "Hi, Frank," Keelin said as she eased the door open, careful to hide her clutter from his view.
    "Hi, Keelin. I've got a special package for you today," Frank said. "International!"
    "Really? I haven't ordered anything. How interesting." Keelin signed for the package and Frank raised his eyebrows at her. Keelin knew that he expected her to open the package in front of him.
    "Thanks, Frank. Gotta run!" Keelin shut the door with her foot and examined the small package as she wandered towards her kitchen. The cheerful blue of her kitchen walls contrasted with the pile of dishes in her sink. A small window with soft yellow curtains allowed a ray of sunlight to pick up the layer of dust on her sideboard. With a sigh, Keelin made a mental note to clean.
    Brushing a pile of papers aside, Keelin sat at her table and looked at the package. Rectangular-shaped and wrapped in butcher paper, it wasn't the typical international envelope found at the post office. Twine wove around the package and what looked like an honest-to-God wax seal closed the twine. Keelin's name and address were written in a deep brown ink, the handwriting a beautiful old calligrapher style. Keelin squinted at the return address and remembered her reading glasses, tucked in her shirt. 
    Interesting, Keelin thought she examined the address more closely. The address was smudged. It seemed almost deliberate. Keelin wondered why she suspected that it was deliberate. Only one word was easily readable: Ireland.
    Keelin lifted the package and gingerly broke the seal. An image flashed into her head. There was a fire. Voices