Bride Of The Emerald Isle
KEELIN O'DONNELL had always been a morning person. But today was testing her love of the a.m. to its limits…
She paused, looked back down the road, and sighed. The house had to be somewhere near by now, surely? Did people still die on the moors?
There was the sound of barking nearby. "Great."She scowled as she looked towards the source of the sound. "Now I'm going to be eaten by wild dogs. The Hound of the Baskervilles lives."
The barking sounded closer again. Not so much of a rabiddog sound as an excited yapping, which made her feel vaguely better, so her blue eyes searched what she could see of the surrounding countryside. With the last of the early morning mist clearing she could finally see more than the outline of the old stone walls on either side of her. Now there were fields, swirling with a hint of mist in pockets where the ground was still wet with morning dew.
She could hear the sea in the background, could smell it in the air. But even with the reassuring, steady rhythm of waves hitting rocks, she still felt like the last person left on earth. Until her peripheral vision caught sight of a shadow looming through a pocket o ... read full excerpt from Bride of the Emerald Isle ebook
