A cursed Irish castle, star-crossed lovers, destiny, and comfort food.... Widowed mother and aspiring chef, Bridget Mulligan, leaves small-town Tennessee and the only home she's ever known to take her son to Ireland and the in-laws she's never met. They are welcomed by all but one member of the Mulligan Clan--her brother-in-law, Riley--who believes she is a fraud and fortune-hunter. However, when the old Mulligan Curse lures Bridget to the sealed castle on their land, Riley Mulligan must face all his demons--the past and the present--along with the powerful longing both he and Bridget battle for each other.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary85 Amazon reviews, 4.5 out of 5 stars average -- a multi-award winning book.
Thunder boomed in the distance—undoubtedly Granny Frye kicking open the Pearly Gates. If Saint Peter knew what was good for him, he'd take his coffee break about now.
Standing beside the open grave at the Eternal Peace Cemetery, Bridget Colleen Mulligan glanced down at her six-year-old son. Even with Granny gone she wasn't completely alone. She had Jacob.
But poor Granny was definitely dead. The old woman had never even seen the truck that hit her as she'd chased General Lee—dear departed Grandpa's deaf and senile coon hound—across the highway. Unfortunately, General Lee didn't possess enough integrity to have thrown himself beneath the screaming tires alongside his benefactress. Now that old dog was sprawled out on Granny's bed, waiting for Bridget to come home and feed him.
She returned her attention to the service, trying not to grieve over Granny's death or the dog's insatiable appetite. Granny had been saying for years that she was ready to go on to her reward.
Lord, y’all best play Friday Bingo in heaven or there will be hell to pay.
Grateful no one could read her mind, Bridget glanced around the sparse gathering and adjusted the umbrella over her son's head. She suppressed a shiver as the damp March wind whipped through her threadbare coat and the dress she'd bought at the church rummage sale.
Granny would have cursed the sun for not shining on her funeral, and she wouldn't have been happy about the low-budget coffin either. Of course, the old woman hadn't exactly been a realist. Her life insurance policy had devalued to the point where it didn't even cover the cost of this service, let alone anything more extravagant. Bridget had been forced to ask for an advance on her wages to make up the difference.
Pity General Lee wasn't a hog or a cow....
