Kate Hoffmann - The Mighty Quinns: Riley

Praise for Kate Hoffmann from RT Book Reviews

The Charmer

Hoffmanns deeply felt, emotional story is riveting.
Its impossible to put down.

Your Bed or Mine?

Fully developed characters and perfect pacing
make this story feel completely right.

Doing Ireland!

Sexy and wildly romantic.

The Mighty Quinns: Ian

A very hot story mixes with great characters to
make every page a delight.

Who Needs Mistletoe?

Romantic, sexy and heartwarming.

The Mighty Quinns: Teague

Sexy, heartwarming and romantica story to
settle down with and enjoyand then re-read.

Dear Reader,

With this book we begin another Mighty Quinns trilogy. Ten years ago, the first Quinn book hit the shelves and to be honest, I never thought Id still be writing them after all this time. But obviously, theres something about a sexy Irish hero that people find irresistible. Ill admit, Ive got a bit of a weakness for them.

I guess you do, too!

Ive set Mighty Quinn stories in Boston, New York and even in Australia. But, fittingly, I think, Ive put the books that mark a decade of hot Quinn heroes back on the Emerald Isle again.

Although I have only a few drops of Irish blood running through me, theres something about that beautiful country that I find really compelling. Its my hope that youll feel the same sense of wonder I did, in the pages of this book.

Once youve been charmed by Riley, watch for his equally irresistible brothers, Danny and Kellan, to show up in the Blaze lineup in November and December 2011.

Happy reading,

Kate Hoffmann

Kate Hoffmann

THE MIGHTY QUINNS: RILEY

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kate Hoffmann began writing for Harlequin Books in 1993. Since then shes published sixty-five books, primarily in the Harlequin Temptation and Harlequin Blaze lines. When she isnt writing, she enjoys music, theater and musical theater. She is active working with high school students in the performing arts. She lives in southeastern Wisconsin with her cat, Chloe.

Books by Kate Hoffmann

HARLEQUIN BLAZE

279THE MIGHTY QUINNS: MARCUS

285THE MIGHTY QUINNS: IAN

291THE MIGHTY QUINNS: DECLAN

340DOING IRELAND!

356FOR LUST OR MONEY

379YOUR BED OR MINE?

406INCOGNITO

438WHO NEEDS MISTLETOE?

476THE MIGHTY QUINNS: BRODY

482THE MIGHTY QUINNS: TEAGUE

488THE MIGHTY QUINNS: CALLUM

520THE CHARMER

532THE DRIFTER

546THE SEXY DEVIL

579IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE MISTLETOE

When She Was Naughty

HARLEQUIN SINGLE TITLES
(The Quinns)

REUNITED

THE PROMISE

THE LEGACY

To Birgit Davis-Todd, who gave me the idea for the
Mighty Quinns over ten years ago. Thank you!

Contents

Prologue

T HE LIGHTS IN THE SMALL bedroom had been put out a half hour before, but the three brothers were too occupied with the raging storm outside than with falling asleep. Riley Quinn sat at the window, watching as the rain slashed against the glass. The rosebushes in the garden were bent so low by the wind coming off the sea that they touched the ground.

Jaysus, its bucketing out there, Riley said. Noah and his ark will be floating by any second now.

Do you think this is like the storm that made Ma fall in love with Da? Danny asked.

Daniel, the youngest of the three Quinn brothers, sat in the center of his bed, the covers pulled up to his chin. The eight-year-old had an imagination that never seemed to stop. He could see dragons and sea serpents wherever he looked and though he was a bit of a baby, Riley was beginning to like him more as he got older. Danny could fashion all sorts of wild things, using his little pocketknife to carve monsters and ogres and bloodthirsty insects. His rucksack was always filled with blocks of wood and bars of soap, just in case he imagined something to make.

I suppose it was, Riley said, plopping down on the bed next to him. Da said it was blowing so hard he couldnt stand up straight.

Do you think our ma was selkie, like da says she was?

No, Riley said. His father had always been fond of telling fanciful tales of the night hed met their mother. And she wasnt a mermaid or a faerie, either. She was just our ma, only younger.

Riley missed those bedtime stories, filled with characters from Irish myths and legends. There had been time for them back when life was much different around the Quinn house. Before his father had been sacked from his job, before hed decided to buy in to the Speckled Hound, an old pub in Ballykirk.

Long hours serving the local crowd and occasional tourists meant that Eamon and Maggie Quinn were never home to put their boys to bed. Rileys older sisters, Shanna and Claire, did all the cooking and cleaning around the small white-washed cottage. The boys took care of the garden and milked the cow and tended the chickens they kept.

We should go out there, Riley said. Lets see if the wind will knock us down like it did to Da.

Will you two just lay off and go to sleep? Kellan looked over from the book he was reading. Blathering about the weather isnt going to change it. And if you go out there Da will whip your arse until you cant sit down.

Kellan was the eldest, and the most clever of the three. At age twelve, Kellan was almost a teenager and Riley and Danny usually deferred to him. But Kell had been a real puss-face lately. All he seemed to care about was school and exams and making his grades.

Piss off, Riley muttered. This is our room, too, and we can talk as long as we want.

Riley had never been much concerned about his schoolwork. Except when the music teacher, the beautiful Miss Delaney, came round to their room. He loved to sing and the days she brought instruments along, he was always the first to try them, able to play by ear in a matter of minutes.

Shed even lent him a fiddle, which hed been teaching himself how to play, and shed promised to bring a guitar once hed mastered three tunes. But what he truly loved was the songs she taughtold Irish songs, childrens songs and ballads and pub tunes. And then, shed sing in the simple and sweet style called Sean Ns, her beautiful, clear voice ringing through the room, unaccompanied by instruments.

Listen to that, he said, leaning closer to the window. The storm is singing. He hummed along with the sound, then added words to the tune.

The only good that had come out of his parents work at the Hound was that the five Quinn children were expected to help out on the weekends, which was when the pub hosted local musicians. Rather than dragging his feet to work, Riley arrived early so he could finish his tasks in time to sit in a dark corner of the pub and listen to the music.

Riley pushed away from the window and crawled into the bed he shared with Danny. Dont worry, he whispered. The storm cant get us.

Sing me a song, Danny said, snuggling beneath the worn bedspread.

What do you want to hear? Riley asked.

The barley song. I like that one.

The Wind That Shakes the Barley, its called. Riley sang the song softly. I sat within a valley green, I sat me with my true love. My sad heart strove to choose between, the old love and the new love.

Why are there always girls in the songs? Danny interrupted.

I guess people like to hear about love, Riley said. He really didnt understand it, either. He would have preferred songs about battles or murder or even aliens. But most of the songs he knew were about love and sadness. And someone was always dying. Da says if you can sing a sad tune, the lassies will love you.