Friday, March 17, 2017


Whether you’re from Outer Mongolia or the Shores of Tripoli or San Antonio, we’re all Irish on St. Patrick’s Day!

To celebrate, The Romance Studio is having a Pot O’ Gold Party and giving away a $100 cash and lots of books and other prizes.
My book for this party is OUT OF THE BLUE, a time travel in which an Irish lass travels from 1845 to today and helps a handsome detective solve murders and prevents his demise. I enjoyed writing this book. For one thing, I adore Ireland and things Irish.

Having a heroine come forward in time and learn about the amazing changes was fun for me. For instance, the hero’s mom has a kitchen sink disposal and doesn’t need to keep a pig. To someone from 1845, that has to be fascinating.

Here’s the OUT OF THE BLUE Blurb:

Deirdre Dougherty never cursed at anyone, much less put a curse on the potato crop of her remote Irish village. She’d rather take her chances with the Atlantic lapping at the bottom of the cliff than the mob intent on burning her as they have her cottage. Deirdre leaps . . . and plops down over 170 years later in a Texas lake. She doesn’t understand how she’s ended up with the man from her recent visions or why he has the same name as the saint to whom she prayed. She’s in danger of falling for the handsome policeman who rescued her, in spite of the fact that he thinks she’s lying to him. How can she convince him her story is true when she’s finding it difficult to believe the tale herself?

Police Detective Brendan Hunter wants answers. Who shot him and killed his partner? Why? And why does Deirdre know details of the event? Her story has to be a colossal fabrication or else she’s a beautiful psycho. Either way, he wants her gone before he becomes even more fascinated with her. But he can’t let her out of his sight until she confesses to how she learned details no one but he and his late partner knew.

          A huge black car apparently had been parked at the back of the lot by the Dumpster and pulled alongside her. Deirdre saw the dented fender before the door opened. Then she realized the two scary guys from the bar were inside, partially obscured from view by the tinted windows. The blond stepped out and reached for her.
          She understood his intent so she screamed for help and ran away from him. People came to the store window.
          Polly rushed to the door. “Blossom’s calling the police. Hold on, Deirdre, we’re coming.”
          But no one rushed to her aid. What could a few ladies do against these two frightening men? She’d have to save herself, so she screamed again.
          The blond caught up with her and grabbed her arm. “No use screaming, lady. You’re coming with us.” He dragged her toward the car.
          She kicked him and screamed again, clawing at him with her free hand. She drew blood along his arm and scratched his face.
          He jerked her and grabbed both her hands. “You’re gonna be sorry you made me mad. I have lots of ways to get even.” He told her what he planned as he yanked her toward the car’s back seat.
          Strong as an ox, the man held her in an iron grasp so her feet barely touched the ground. He heaved her toward the open door. Suspended above the ground, she braced a foot against the car’s body. With her other, she kicked him between the legs, just as Ma had taught her.
          He turned red and released her as he doubled over and dropped to his knees. Without him supporting her, she hit the pavement hard. Her back took the force of her fall and the air whooshed from her. She couldn’t stand but she rolled away.
          The driver pointed a gun at her. “Get in or you die right here, right now.”
          What had Brendan said about this situation when they watched television? “Never get in the car with anyone.” But how could she resist without him shooting her? She recalled the blonde’s threats. If she had to die, she’d rather it be here quickly than at the hands of these two later. She made the sign of the cross and prepared herself for death.
          A horn honked and tires squealed. Brendan yelled. “Deirdre, I’m coming.”
          Blossom and Polly hurried toward her, each carrying a broom and wielding it as if they intended to beat on the blond man. Several associates came with them and lobbed jars of something at the car. In the heat, the jars exploded like small bombs. After one loud crack, red oozed along the spider-webbed glass windshield.
          “What the hell?” The scary man in black turned back toward the steering wheel. “Damn it, Rod, with or without her, get the hell in here.”
          She struggled to her knees then stood, backing away.
          Apparently unable to straighten, the guy she’d kicked hoisted himself back into the car. He yelled, “I’ll get you for this, bitch. When I do, you’re gonna beg me to kill you before I’m through.”
          The black car took off with a squeal from smoking tires, dripping red salsa and leaving glass shards in its wake. The driver had his head stuck halfway out the side window, his front windshield obviously too damaged and dirty for the wipers to clear. Aromas from the salsa’s spicy contents filled the air—cilantro, tomatoes, chili peppers. Deirdre fell in love with those scents.

You can find OUT OF THE BLUE at

If you love Irish heroines as much as I do, download THE TEXAN’S IRISH BRIDE, the first of the McClintock Series for FREE! That’s my favorite price!

In the meantime, Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I hope you find a four-leaf clover and it brings you luck!

Here are some Irish blessings to brighten your day:

1. May you always have these blessings--
A soft breeze when the summer comes
A warm fireside in winter
And always--the warm soft smile of a friend.

2. May the good saints protect you,
and bless you each day,
and may trouble ignore you
each step of the way.

3.Those things I warmly wish for you
Someone to love
Some work to do
A bit o' sun
a bit o' cheer
and a guardian angel always near. 

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