Amy makes an impulsive decision and takes a bucket-list trip to Ireland, never expecting to find a connection she didn’t realize she was missing. Here’s the opening chapter of SOMEDAY IN DUBLIN.

He was looking over at her again.
Amy took another drink of her cider and self-consciously tucked her hair behind her ear as she glanced down at her journal. She was embarrassed as hell that he’d caught her eavesdropping on the table next to her, but she couldn’t help herself.
The old guy on the left, who – for whatever reason – went by the nickname of “Duke” was regaling his best mate with a story about his younger days in the army, a very drunken evening and a woman who was born without a thumb.
And Amy just missed the punchline because Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Wearing-A-Smirk was onto her. She strained to listen in without looking so obvious about it, leaning back slightly while holding the journal up, as though she were reading from it. Continue reading →