A Woman's Heart (Castlelough Irish Series #1)

A Woman's Heart (Castlelough Irish Series #1)

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by JoAnn Ross
     
 

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Ireland — a land of unbridled spirit, ancient legends, whitewashed cottages and storybook castles. A place where anything can happen and there are no strangers — until now.

Quinn Gallagher has reluctantly come to Castlelough. He's cynical, bitter and disillusioned. But the magic of the west coast is about to change him.

He's never met

Overview

Ireland — a land of unbridled spirit, ancient legends, whitewashed cottages and storybook castles. A place where anything can happen and there are no strangers — until now.

Quinn Gallagher has reluctantly come to Castlelough. He's cynical, bitter and disillusioned. But the magic of the west coast is about to change him.

He's never met anyone like Nora Fitzpatrick. Despite all of life's hardships, the young widow still has a generous heart. Quinn can't help himself. He falls in love.

But life has taught Quinn never to trust in anything . . . especially a happy ending.

In A Woman's Heart, JoAnn Ross has created a rich lyrical love story about land, community, family and the very special bond between a man who doesn't believe in anything and a woman who believes in him.

Editorial Reviews

Romantic Times
. . . a moving story with marvelous characters.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Imagine sitting in a Irish pub on a rainy night, nursing a pint of Guinness while a good storyteller recounts again an often told story of love and redemption. You may have heard it before, but there's a reason it's a favorite. Quinn Gallagher is a storyteller himself, on location in Castlelough for the filming of his novel about the Irish town's famed lake monster. The survivor of an abusive childhood, Quinn is a rootless cynic who views life from a distance, "as if through a plate-glass window," until widow Nora Fitzpatrick and her eccentric family worm their way into his heart and help him come to terms with his past. Neither the plot nor the characters offer anything new, but Ross (No Regrets) brings an immediacy to her narrative that makes this old story worthwhile. Agent: Damaris Rowland. (July)

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781551664613
Publisher:
Harlequin
Publication date:
06/28/1998
Series:
Castlelough Irish Series, #1
Pages:
475
Product dimensions:
4.22(w) x 6.75(h) x 1.29(d)

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A Woman's Heart


By Joann Ross

Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.


ISBN: 1551668491


Chapter One

It was twilight, that mystical time when the world seems suspended between day and night. The remote lake, carved by glaciers into the surrounding folded green hills, glimmered with the reflection of the ruins of the twelfth-century castle that had given the Irish town of Castlelough its name.

As the sun sank lower and lower in the cloud-scudded sky, six-year-old Rory Fitzpatrick sat in his secret wishing place and related the events of the day to his best friend.

"Johnny Murphy stole communion hosts. And not just ordinary bread ones, either, but the special holy hosts in the tabernacle that were already blessed. You know, the ones Father O'Malley takes to shut-ins.

"And Johnny even passed them out on the playground. A lot of kids who haven't had their first communion yet and didn't know better ate them. But I didn't."

The Lady didn't answer. She never did. But Rory sensed her unspoken approval.

"He got in a lot of trouble. Sister Mary Patrick paddled him, and he's not going to be allowed to go on the father-and-son trek."

He sighed, drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his thin arms around them. Across the reed-fringed lake, the stone castle seemed to brood in the gloaming.

"I think I'm going to pretend to get sick that day. Father O'Malley says you don't need a da to go, and Cousin Jamie says I can share his, but it's not the same thing. And besides, his da's drunk a lot. And mean evenwhen he's not. So I wouldn't want to be sharing him, anyway."

Rory put his chin on his bent knees and looked out over the darkening blue water. "I wish I had a father."

Beside him, Maeve, the gray, white and black Irish wolfhound his aunt Kate had given him, whimpered. Rory might have thought she was feeling sorry for him, but the dog whined all the time. His mother said poor Maeve was the most fearful beast ever born in all Ireland. Or probably anywhere else, for that matter. Rory figured she was probably right. Which was why it was strange she'd never seemed afraid of the Lady.

"Great-grandma Fionna says that God always answers our prayers. But you know how I've been praying forever. Ever since I was a little kid. And Aunt Kate gave me a special rock she said is just like one the druids used for making magic -" he pulled the rune with the marks scratched into its surface from the pocket of his jeans and showed it to her "-but I still don't have a da."

Another sigh. "If I had a da, maybe Mam would stop crying."

The Lady's bright eyes, which were exactly the color of Rory's favorite aggie marble, asked a silent question.

"Oh, she never cries when anyone's around," he said quickly. "But sometimes, late at night, when I have to get up to go to the bathroom, I hear her. I think she's worried she's going to have to take the job working for that businessman in Galway."

He'd been telling the Lady all about this for a month. A month during which his mother had been pretending nothing was wrong.

The mountains were changing colors in the shifting light. Rory knew if he didn't get home soon, she'd worry.

And didn't his Mam already have cares enough without having to wonder where he was always taking off to? He could practically hear his aunt Mary scolding.

"If we had a father," he said to the Lady, "we'd have more money. And then we wouldn't have to leave Castlelough." And you. The unspoken words hung suspended on the soft moist air between them.

"Grandfather rented a room to one of the Americans who are coming to Castlelough tomorrow," he reminded her unnecessarily.

The Lady never forgot anything Rory told her. That was only one of the reasons she was his best friend. Another was that he could share anything and everything with her. Things he couldn't even share with his mother.

"The American is paying a lot. Maybe it'll be enough." Rory's throat closed up the way it always did whenever he thought about having to move away from the farm. He swallowed painfully. Maeve nudged his hand, coaxing it onto her huge head; Rory absently stroked her while he battled with his unruly feelings.

"I guess you'll be staying out of sight while the Americans are here." As much as the family needed the money, Rory hated this idea.

The Lady slowly nodded her head. Although it could have been a trick of the light reflecting off the water, Rory thought he saw the shimmer of tears in her gentle golden eyes. It made him want to cry himself.

"It's only a month." It seemed like forever. "And after they're gone, I'll come back." If he wasn't living in Galway by then.

Rory wiped his burning eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. He hated the way his voice, all thin and shaky, sounded just like some stupid crybaby.

"I'll come back." He made his voice stronger, as if saying the words out loud could make them true. Beside him, Maeve thumped her tail. Of course you will. Rory's blue eyes widened with surprise. It was the first time the Lady had ever spoken to him! Oh, the words weren't really out loud, they were inside his head, but he heard them just the same.

The sun was setting behind the mountain in a blinding flare of ruby light. It made the Lady's green scales glitter like emeralds. His spirits lifted, his hopes renewed, Rory watched as the ancient lake creature gave one last flick of her tail, then disappeared beneath the cobalt water.



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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author JoAnn Ross has been published in twenty-seven countries. A member of Romance Writers of America's Honor Roll of bestselling authors, JoAnn lives with her husband and three rescued dogs — who pretty much rule the house — in the Pacific Northwest. Visit her on the web at www.joannross.com.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was really good! I loved it! I would suggest reading this before Legends Lake though. The book is engaging and just a really good read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was an excellent series and very well written... I read all three books and enjoyed them very much.. If you have any interest in Irish life and lore then you will want to read all three books... I am not Irish but enjoyed them very much... The Irish are a wonderful people and their ways are the ways of many years cultivation...
puppySZ More than 1 year ago
Excellent read couldn't wait to start each new book in the Series
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This book was excellent. Having been to ireland myself, I found her book most accurate in names and places. It was very enjoyable and fun to relive my visit there.
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bright_eyes41 More than 1 year ago
I love reading books by JoAnn Ross and this one wasn't a disappointment. All around a great book