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In Name Only?

Author: Rosemoor, Patricia Set In . . .
 Europe, Ireland
Genre: Other
Time Frame: None
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Description: An Irish jewelry designer who can “see” through touch...an American P.I. in search of a thief...and an evil sorceress all with a claim to ancient jewels...
Myth has it that Caillech lives in the cabochons of her jewels and takes revenge on anyone who wears what is hers—the reason the owner hired jewelry designer Flanna McKenna to make copies. Even so, the woman was murdered and the jewels disappeared. Michael Eagan is hired to catch a thief—possibly Flanna herself if her late client’s son is believed. Flanna agrees to Michael’s idea of a mock marriage as they set out to seek a Traveler who may be the real thief. What starts as an arrangement soon turns into something hotter, but Flanna knows finding the jewels before Beltane is critical, for if any woman wears the jewels on that magic night, Caillech will return to human form with the power of the sorceress...


Excerpt:
“Flanna McKenna, wait a moment.”
Pulse thudding, she stopped and demanded, “And what is it you would be wanting?”
“To talk. About your work for Bridget Rafferty.”
“Unless you represent the authorities, which I doubt with that accent—” he was obviously an American “—I have nothing to say to you.” How would a complete stranger from another land know about her work?
“Michael Eagan, Beacon Hill Investigations.” He flipped open his identification. “It seems your Mrs. Rafferty was the third murder connected to the theft of antique Celtic jewelry in the last month, the first having been in Boston.”
“The third?” Flanna’s mind whirled. “Of course, the other pieces…”
“So you do know something about the murders.”
The way he said it put up Flanna’s back. Another person who thought she was guilty of something? Though she wanted in the worst way to tell him to leave, she couldn’t do it just yet, not until she got the details. She’d not only experienced bad vibes from the pieces she’d replicated, but she’d also had visions of several historical deaths connected to the collection, as well.
She hesitated too long. The front door flew open and there was her mother coming at them, pushing the silver-streaked dark hair from her still pretty face, which was lit by a big welcoming smile.
“You didn’t say a thing about bringing a date, Flanna,” Delia McKenna said, giving her daughter a hug and kiss on the cheek. “And isn’t he a handsome boyo.”
“Ma, please—”
Michael smiled in return and a dimple popped in his right cheek. “Why, thank you, Mrs. McKenna.”
“An American, is it?”
“Irish-American. Michael Eagan. I can see where your daughter gets her beauty.”
Flanna gaped as the private investigator turned on the charm and took her mother’s hand. Her mother actually giggled.
“We’ll be so pleased to have you as our guest.”
“Give us a minute,” Flanna said, biting the inside of her cheek when her mother raised her eyebrows and smiled before retreating to the house. She counted silently to three, then faced Michael. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Trying to be pleasant to your mother.”
“Now she thinks you and I are—are—”
“Lovers?”
“I was going to say together!”
“You have a problem with intimacy?” One dark eyebrow shot up in challenge.
“I have a problem with you. Perhaps you should leave now and we can meet back in town later.”
“You realize if I don’t come inside with you, you’ll have to explain why.”
He had a point. The last thing she wanted to do was further upset her parents, especially her father, with his heart condition and all. She had no choice but to go along with the charade for the moment. “You may come inside with me on one condition, Michael Eagan.”
“And what would that be?”
“Say nothing about the thefts or murders.
“All right. On your terms."
She was going to have to convince her family that she liked this Michael Eagan, when the only reason he was here was because he thought she knew something about Bridget’s dea
  
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