Hot Whispers of an Irishman
Chapter One
May you retain your eyes, and your inheritance from your grandmother.
-- Irish Proverb
Vi Kilbride considered herself a skilled collector of many things: stones and seashells, homely dogs and fine looking men. It seemed, though, that she had nothing on her grandmother. Except potentially in the man department, as Nan had been dead these past ten years, which could prove a handicap, indeed.
Vi looked about Nan's tumbledown cottage, shaking her head at the sheer volume of Nan-things left stacked in great piles. She didn't recall seeing so much a decade ago, when she'd last journeyed to this western edge of County Kilkenny.
"Well, then, time for a bit of wishcraft," Vi said, though there was no one inside but Roger, her stumpy and well-loved terrier, ... read full excerpt from Hot Whispers of an Irishman ebook
