Book and Author Details:
Dancing to an Irish Reel by Claire Fullerton
Publication date: March 6th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
On sabbatical from her job in the LA record business, twenty five year old Hailey Crossan takes a trip to Ireland for the vacation of a lifetime. What she finds is a job offer too good to turn down.
But her new life in Ireland comes with one major complication—Liam Hennessey. He’s a famous Irish musician whose entire live has revolved around performing. And Hailey falls in love with him. Because Liam’s not so sure love can fit into his life, he’s afraid to come closer, but neither can he bring himself to go away.
And so begins Hailey’s journey to a colorful land that changes her life, unites her with friends more colorful than the Irish landscape, and teaches her more about love than she’s ever known before.
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Claire Fullerton is the author of Paranormal Mystery, “A Portal in Time,” set in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California (Vinspire Publishing) and “Dancing to an Irish Reel,” Fiction, set in Connemara, Ireland, (Vinspire Publishing.) She is a three time award winning essayist, a former newspaper columnist, a contributor to magazines, and a four time contributor to the “Chicken Soup for the Soul” book series. Claire hails from Memphis,TN and now lives in Malibu, CA. Currently, Claire is writing her third novel, which is based on her award winning essay in the 2013 San Francisco Writer’s Conference.
Author links:
http://www.clairefullerton.com/
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/cfullerton3
Excerpt:
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There’s an energy that hangs between strangers even in a
crowd. Call it interest, or attraction, or the knowledge of things to come. It
is awareness, and I was aware to the exclusion of all activity around me that
Liam Hennessey was watching me. He was sitting at the corner of the bar by
himself, and because I could feel his gaze upon me like an electrical current,
I froze. I did not move an inch because I sensed I didn’t have to, that
something would come about with little prompting from me. I don’t know how I
knew this, but I was right, it came about within the hour. It began as a series
of introductions to people near Liam, and drew itself closer until Liam was
introduced to me.
Right before Leigh left, claiming she had to get up early
the next day to drive to Cork, Kieran pointed out that the Irish traditional
musicians playing in the corner were the father and older brother of the lad
sitting at the end of the bar.
“That’s Liam Hennessey at the bar there,” Kieran gestured to
my right. “He’s the best box player in Connemara – even in the whole of
Ireland, many say. His family is long in Connemara; they’re all players, so.
That’s Sean Liam, his da, and his brother Anthony there on the guitar.” Kieran
seemed proud to know the facts. He next took my arm and led me straight to
Liam.
“I’ve the pleasure of knowing this American here, her name
is Hailey,” Kieran announced to Liam.
I had an uneasy feeling. It’s one thing to suspect you’ll
cross paths with someone again, and quite another to be fully prepared when it
actually happens. For some unknown reason, I kept thinking it was strange to
see Liam this far out in the country from Galway, but then again, what did I
know? I didn’t know anything about him.
Liam looked at me with large dark eyes and smiled brightly.
He was different than I had imagined: he was friendlier, more candid. I assumed
because he looked so dark and mysterious, there would be a personality to
match. I assumed he would be reserved, aloof, perhaps arrogant in an artistic
sort of way. I was paying close attention, and there was none of that about
Liam. In seconds, I realized he was a nice guy. I moved a step to my right as
an older man approached the bar.
“Would ye give us a hand there,” the man said to Liam, and
for the next few minutes, Liam handed pints over his head to a group of men too
far from the bar’s edge to grab the glasses themselves. Just then, Kieran said
something that set off a chain of events and put the rest of the night in
motion.
“Liam, will you watch Hailey for me, I’m off to join the
sessiun.” With that, Kieran produced a harmonica from his shirt pocket and
walked off to join the musicians in the corner.
I stood at the bar and waited for the next thing
to happen. The world seemed to operate in slow motion. All the noise in the
room subsided, and the only thing I knew was I was looking directly at Liam
Hennessey. I searched his face for imperfections. I had never before seen such
beauty in the face of a man. I hoped my thoughts didn’t show on my face. He was
so good looking, I wondered why other people in the room weren’t staring at
him, then I realized most of Hughes’ patrons knew him and were probably used to
the way he looked. I was reticent, unsure of how to speak to Liam, unfamiliar
with how provincial he may or may not have been. Words tend to get in the way
in moments like this, but they lay in wait just the same.
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