Someday In Dublin is nearly ready!

I’m re-reading and reworking, and have a cadre of beta-readers going through it for me, as well. Once all the revisions and edits from that process are done, Someday In Dublin will be ready to roll.

Unlike my previous works, I’m also going to be using CreateSpace to offer the book via Print on Demand, just because I honestly love the idea of holding this one in my hands. It’s that good of a story.

I’m hoping you’ll think so, too. And here’s my little snippet for today to give you another peek into Michael and Amy. This is the second half of their “meeting” scene. Enjoy!

“You’re a writer, then?” He gestured toward her journal.

Amy glanced down. “What me? No. No way. Not that creative.”

Michael crossed his arms and put his thumbs under his chin, studying her.

“No, I’m thinking that you are.”

“Really.” She arched a brow, waiting to see where he was going with this.

“You came all the way to Dublin for holiday,” he said. “Your eyes light up with every story you hear – I’ve watched you eavesdrop on three or four now – and every so often, you look out the window and watch the people on the streets as if you long to hear their stories, too.” He leaned back, reaching for his beer. “I think you’ve got an adventurous spirit, Amy from America.”

She looked at him as if startled, then covered it quickly, reaching for her cider. “I don’t know if I’d call eavesdropping in a pub an adventure.”

“Maybe you’d reconsider if you’d heard the rest of his story,” Michael said, gesturing at the old man with a twinkle in his eye. “Or mine.”

She took a drink. “Maybe,” she allowed.

“Is it your first time to Ireland?”

“Yes. My first day, even.”

“Well, welcome,” he said, lifting his glass to clink it to hers. Amy picked up her cider, clinking back.

“Sláinte.” she said.

“Sláinte,” he replied. “You’re already learning the language.” He took a drink, setting his glass back down. “Now, what’s the name of the pub you’re looking for?”

Amy reached for the piece of paper, unfolding it. “The Long Stone,” she read.

“The Long Stone?” He looked at her askance. “It’s overpriced and often overcrowded. I can recommend a dozen better pubs, and closer.”

“No, it’s got to be that one,” she said apologetically. “Is it far? Google made it look like it wasn’t too hard to get to, but I got turned around twice today just walking a few blocks. My sense of direction isn’t the greatest.”

“It’s a short walk,” he replied. “I can take you there if you’ve set your heart on it.”

She looked at him warily. “I don’t want to be any trouble. I can find it if you’ll just point the way.”

He folded his arms on the table. “You’re no trouble. And we’ll be walking on well-lit streets teeming with the cream of Dublin society.” He put a hand to his heart. “I promise.”

She chewed her lip. “I’ll think about it,” she said.

Michael nodded. “Well, I’ve already made up my mind about you, but if you’d rather not have my company for this evening, I’ll be off and out of your way. I’m no gouger.”

She took another drink, toying with her glass and pushing it around on the table.

“You’ve made up your mind about me?” She looked up at him.

“I have.” He gave her an impish grin and she couldn’t seem to stop herself from smiling back.

“All right. You can show me the way,” she said. “But I’m not so sure I’ve made up my mind about you yet.”

She stood up, reaching for her coat, but he beat her to it. He held it out, helping her into it.

“Well, Amy from America,” he said. “I think you have. And now it’s up to me to prove you right.”

Someday In Dublin will be out by the end of the month. In the meantime, don’t forget my other novels (look over there! —->) and my newest novella, Captured By The Hunter!