Praise for Kate Hoffmann from RT Book Reviews
The Charmer âHoffmannâs deeply felt, emotional story is riveting. Itâs impossible to put down.â
Your Bed or Mine? âFully developed characters and perfect pacing make this story feel completely right.â
Doing Ireland! âSexy and wildly romanticâ
The Mighty Quinns: Ian âA very hot story mixes with great characters to make every page a delight.â
Who Needs Mistletoe? âRomantic, sexy and heartwarmingâ
The Mighty Quinns: Teague âSexy, heartwarming and romantic⦠a story to settle down with and enjoyâand then re-read.â
Dear Reader,
Can you believe it? Iâve found another Quinn family and this time theyâre living in Seattle. Isnât it amazing how these handsome Irish-American guys turn up, just when I need them?
Iâve lost count of how many Quinn books Iâve done, but itâs been quite a saga, moving from the US to Ireland and Australia and then back to the US again. This new addition to the family story introduces Dermot Quinn, a high-powered Seattle yacht salesman. Only, in this book, you wonât catch him in any West Coast boardrooms. No, Dermotâs on a journey, one instigated by his wily grandfather. And his destination is a place very dear to my heart, my home state of Wisconsin. Iâve always wondered if I could set a Mills & Boon>® Blaze>® book on a farm and now youâll see that I have. Yes, a farm can be a very sexy place.
But Dermot isnât the only Quinn on this quest. His brothers, Cameron, Kieran and Ronan, will suddenly find themselves out of their comfort zones, as wellâand theyâll love every minute of it. Watch for their books in September, October and November of this year.
Until next time, happy reading!
Kate Hoffmann
DERMOT QUINN buried his face in his pillow, fighting back tears. He wasnât going to cry. Nine-year-old boys didnât cry. And if he cried, then that was just admitting that he believed his parents were dead. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut. âDonât cry,â he murmured. âDonât cry.â
He heard a sound at the door and sat up, brushing an errant tear from his cheek. His twin brother, Kieran, slipped inside the room and shut the door behind him. He crossed to the bed and sat down on the edge.
âHeâs wrong, you know,â Dermot said stubbornly.
âHow do you know?â
Dermot shrugged. âBecause. They canât be dead. I think theyâre coming back. Weâll be getting ready for school and theyâll walk in the door. I know it.â
His parents, Jamie and Suzanne, had left four months ago from Seattle, the two of them sailing a yacht that the family boat business had built for a wealthy customer in Australia. They were due to meet up with the owner in Vanuatu six weeks later.
It was supposed to be a family trip, but theyâd left early when the owner decided to change the delivery date. Dermot and Kieran, along with their eleven-year-old brother, Cameron, and seven-year-old brother, Ronan, would live with their grandfather for the last month of school.
Dermot wiped his runny nose with the back of his hand. He crossed his legs in front of him. âWhat do you think happened?â
Kieran considered his answer. âI think theyâre on an island somewhere. Waiting for someone to find them. There was a storm⦠orâor a whale⦠and they got in their life raft before the boat sank.â
Kieran had always told the truth and if he believed, then Dermot had hope.
âThe life raft washed up on shore in the middle of the night,â Dermot said. âAnd when the sun came up, Da got out and looked around. The island was big, with a thick jungle in the center and white sand beaches. They still had the fishing kit from the life raft. Da fishes while Mom hunts for fruit. Bananas and coconuts. They build a little hut from sticks and palm leaves. And they build a signal fire on the beach so that theyâll be ready when another boat sails past.â
Kieran nodded. âYeah. Thatâs it. Theyâre just waiting.â He drew a ragged breath. âDo you think they miss us?â
âYeah,â Dermot said. âSure they do. But theyâll be back.â
âPromise?â
âPromise,â Dermot said.
The bedroom door opened again and they both turned to see their older brother, Cameron, standing in the wash of light from the hall, Ronan peering out from behind him. âGrandda wants us to go over to our house and pick up some of our things.â
Dermot scrambled off the bed. âWeâre not going to live in our house anymore?â
Cameron shook his head. âWeâre going to live here with him. He said heâll find someone to move our bedrooms over. And our other stuff, too.â
âWhat about Ma and Daâs stuff?â Ronan asked.