Leaning against the white board fences in the rolling bluegrass of central Kentucky is a man who has come to America to find his dreams...
Michael Quinn—tall, muscled and enough wit and blarney to win over the strictest female disciplined himself with an iron fist.
He had come to the land that reminded him of home—the green hills of Ireland.
There he would find his love and fight for her against the worst the world had to throw against him.
He had set his sights on her and her name was Kathleen O’Hara, the virgin favored daughter of a wealthy, old-money family and owners of the well-known Tipperary.
Katie, however, had dreams of Hollywood where life was whatever you acted out on the stage and the world accepted you without boundaries.
She’d spent her entire life in preparation, but now that one Irishman, known as “The Mick” stood in her way.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralMr. Quinn was holding his drinking, having rotated at the hip to watch me come out. He winked, and I felt a little breathless and hot. I took a drink but just sipped it. I was old enough to drink, but barely. It just never interested me.
“Now, as I was saying, you see that pasture to your left, the one that rolls upward? That’s where Bonnie Lass stays. She’s my prized mare, and the stallions are kept far away. I believe she’ll give me a Derby winner.”
Mr. Quinn nodded absent-mindedly, but he swiveled again and looked at me. I smiled my sweetest and slowly stuck my tongue into the glass, swishing it slightly before sipping. I had no idea what I was doing, but I’d seen it in an Italian movie I made Bella go see with me down at the Savoy. I could tell Mr. Quinn recognized it; I swear he nodded ever so slightly.
A big breeze came over us then, and the patio umbrella took flight. Daddy just stood there, a sort of dumb look on his face. Mr. Quinn, quickly set his glass down and sprang forward, got beyond the umbrella and held out his arms, so it blew right to him. I felt a little thrill inside, watching him. He was agile and athletic; had acted by pure instinct. I stood up to help him, and my hand touched him as I reached for the button that allowed the umbrella to collapse. Between the fluttering sections of the umbrella and his jockeying around to keep it grounded, my hand touched him in the crotch. I felt him jump and his eyes locked onto mine.
