“I’ll have you know they’ve never been worn!” I say, indignantly.
She glances at the underwear spilling out of my closed fist and sniffs. I redden slightly as I snatch at a scrunched-up pair of red lace panties and matching bra not exactly mourning attire…Ĭlearing my throat and with as much dignity as possible I stand, pretending that this didn’t just happen. “Great,” I mutter, dropping to all fours.Ī fusty middle-aged woman, the secretary I presume, stands over me as I grab for my things that have travelled great distances across the floor. I stand up quickly and my purse falls from my knees, scattering its contents far and wide. Maybe she was in fact a mastermind gambler and her weekly ‘little flutters’ on the horses brought in truckloads of money that she has sewn into her mattress. I allow myself a little pre-will-reading fantasy.
Still, I sigh shifting in the leather chair, feebly pulling at the hem of my very short skirt, she always seemed to have it when she needed it. Case in point: when I approached her last year for a much needed injection of cash to fix up the bar, she assured me that she didn’t have two ha’ pennies to rub together. But what I’m really interested in is The Pot O’Gold. Most of the family live back in Ireland, so it’s my job to assist the lawyers in any way I can and report back. I am sitting in the offices of Hanby & Hanby, Margaret’s lawyers, waiting to be called in for the reading of her will. No-one knows what the ‘odd’ was because she guarded her age more closely than a nun’s knickers. So, it’s really no surprise that my grandmother, or rather Margaret as she preferred me to call her, lived to the ripe old age of ninety-odd. To our husbands, who kept the home fires burning. Pocket Full of Sunshine (short story & screenplay) Want to get an email when my next book is released? It seemed like it would be an easy thing to do: show up, find the bloke, and make him an offer… But the magic that is Ireland and the people who speak the lilting Irish brogue are as unpredictable as the weather, and things get a little more complicated than the girls anticipated when the town's legendary matchmaker pulls out his leather-bound book and proposes two matches…
Ridlee's a newly minted attorney, and Erin's part owner of the Pot O' Gold Pub, hoping to buy out her new, mysterious partner, some old Irish guy she'd never heard of before the reading of her late grandmother's will. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, uploaded to the Internet, or copied without author permission.įormer college roommates Erin and Ridlee leave Boston for Ireland to track down an inheritance, and end up at a matchmaking festival in Lisdoonvarna. © 2015 Elle Casey and Amanda McKeon, all rights reserved, worldwide.
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