âClose your eyes for me,â she whispered, her voice seductivelylow and filled with emotion. âCanyou still see me?â
He had to clear his throat to speak. âI can always see you. I told you that once before.â
Since heâd met her, she was all he could seeâin the daylight, when he couldnât stop looking at her, and when he was in the darkness, whether awake or on the fringes of sleep. She was all he saw.
He lifted one of her hands and set it flat against his chest, covering it with his own. âI see you with this. Your hair is a really deep chestnut, and it does this sexy, curly thing all around your face. Your eyes remind me of autumn. And youâre smiling that way that makes it look like youâre lit up from inside. I see you.â
Trish Wylie tried various careers before eventually fulfilling her dream of writing. Years spent working in the music industry, in promotions, and teaching little kids about ponies gave her plenty of opportunity to study life and the people around her. Which, in Trishâs opinion, is a pretty good study course for writing! Living in Ireland, Trish balances her time between writing and horses. If you get to spend your days doing things you love, then she thinks thatâs not doing too badly. You can contact Trish at www.trishwylie.com
Praise for Trish Wylieâ¦
âTrish Wylieâs BRIDE OF THE EMERALD ISLE
is charming, witty, and has a beautiful, unusual setting. It also has fantastic charactersâparticularly the wounded but wonderful Garrett.â âRomantic Times BOOKreviews
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âWHITE-HOT is absolutely wonderful!
Trish Wylieâs spellbinding tale will tickle your funny bone and tug at your heartstrings. Featuring characters which leap off the pages, realistic dialogue, sweet romance, sizzling sex scenes, electrifying sexual tension and dramatic emotional intensity, WHITE-HOT! is feel-good romance at its finest!â âCataromance.com
Dear Reader
A good friend of mine reminded me of something important this yearâto be grateful for the good stuff when itâs here. How many of us dedicate the same amount of time to appreciating the good things as we do focussing on the bad? Maybe itâs because the bad can be so very overwhelming, and over the years life simply wears us down. Yet itâs the good stuff that makes the difference, donât you think?
We need to laugh as often as possible, take a deep breath of air to remind us weâre alive, look around us and see the beauty in things, spend time doing what makes us happy. Most of all we need never to get so old or so jaded that we stop dreaming or believing in moments of magic.
One of the things I love the absolute most about writing and reading romance is the fact it shows we all still believe in love in the twenty-first century. We may have busier lives, might be more cynical, but people still reach out for love in all its forms: in friends, in family, in a man and a woman who can make it through the rough times because life is richer together than it is apart. Thatâs a little bit of magic right there.
So if thereâs one thing you bring with you out of Ronan and Kerryâs story I hope itâs a little reminder to make the most of the good stuff and any moment of magic that comes your way. Grab hold of it, celebrate it, savour it, and that way even in times of darkness youâll still be able to see the light. Just like Ronan will with Kerry by his side.
Hs & Ks
Trish
CHAPTER ONE
KERRY DOYLE liked to consider herself a fairly patient woman. After all, sheâd waited years to make her dream trip; researched, planned, scheduled everything to the nth degree. But if the man in the seat next to her poked her with his elbow one more time she thought she just might scream. Sheâd specifically allowed extra money for better seats on the longer flights for the added personal space that came with them. And it was a seven-hour flight from Dublin to New Yorkâincluding the change at Shannonâone that was going to feel like twice that in the longer leg they were currently on if he didnât quit it soon.
And heâd shown so much promise in the âsceneryâ department before he sat down tooâ¦
He poked her again, causing Kerry to let a sigh escape. It wasnât much of a pokeânone of them had beenâbut even soâ¦
âSorry.â
It was a step in the right direction. âMaybe if you sat a little more to the left?â
He turned in his seat, smiling at her with the kind of smile that probably worked wonders with the majority of women no matter how much he irritated them first. âThe stewardess already got me twice with the trolley. Iâm not exactly built for these wee seats.â
All right, he had a point there. She hadnât been able to help noticing him when he got on the plane, especially when towering over her to place his bag in the overhead compartment. And he wasnât just scenic, he was tallâvery tall. Not that sheâd be able to guess accurately until she stood up and compared him to her own five seven, but if she had to hazard a guess sheâd say he was well and truly over six feet tall. Add that to broad shoulders, a wide chest and muscled upper arms and even the fact that the rest of him seemed fairly lean wasnât going to help him fit into the space the airline had allocated, was it?