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The only thing that can bring down a Quinn is a woman The first Mighty Quinn Maverick cop Conor Quinn is used to looking after everybody but himself. Only, when he finds himself guarding gorgeous Olivia Farrell, hes the one needing protection His downfall Olivia Farrell is in protective custodyand shes fighting it every step of the way. That is, until she meets her guard-sexy-as-sin Conor Quinn. Conors smile leaves Olivia breathless, his dark gaze brings to mind images of steamy nights and twisted sheets. And suddenly Olivia realizes that her life isnt the only thing at risk

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Kate Hoffmann Conor The first book in the Mighty Quinns series 2001 Dear - photo 1

Kate Hoffmann

Conor

The first book in the Mighty Quinns series, 2001

Dear Reader,

The offer was intriguing. My editors at Harlequin asked if I was interested in writing a trilogy about an Irish-American family. Id just returned from a trip to Ireland and my mind was still filled with images of emerald-green hills, stone cottages and quaint pubs. So I had no problem at all coming up with the three sexy Irish-born heroes of my books-Conor, Dylan and Brendan, the Mighty Quinns.

Each one touched in a very different way by their harsh childhood, the Quinns have grown up without any feminine influence in their lives. So when they fall in love, they fall hard. Conor Quinn is the first to succumb. Always the responsible one, he turned to police work after raising his five younger brothers. But when hes asked to protect beautiful antiques dealer Olivia Farrell, his usual self-control vanishes and he finds himself caught up in a passion that may cost him more than just his job.

Watch for Dylans story next month, and Brendans the month after that. And for more news about my upcoming releases, visit my new Web site at www.katehoffmann.com.

Happy reading,

Kate Hoffmann

To Karin Vander Schaaf, Who knew the answers to my Boston questions before I even asked.

Prologue

THE WIND HOWLED and the rain raged outside the tiny house on Kilgore Street in South Boston. The noreaster had battered the working-class neighborhood for nearly two days, the pleasant autumn sunshine giving way to the first sting of winter.

Conor Quinn tugged the threadbare blanket around his youngest brothers, sleeping three to a bed. The twins, Sean and Brian, were already half-asleep, their eyes glazed with exhaustion. And the baby, three-year-old Liam, lay curled between them, his breathing gone soft and even, his dark lashes feathered over chubby cheeks.

But Dylan and Brendan were still wide awake, the two of them perched on the end of their bed, listening raptly as their father, Seamus Quinn, spun another tale. It was well past eleven and the boys should have been asleep. While his father was away, Conor made sure bedtime was strictly adhered to on school nights. But Seamus, a swordfisherman by profession, stayed in port only a week or two before heading out to sea for months at a time. And with winter coming, his father and the crew of The Mighty Quinn would be heading farther south, following the swordfish into the warmer waters of the Caribbean.

This is a story of your long-ago ancestor, Eamon Quinn. Eamon was a clever laddie, so clever he could build a nest in your ear.

Conor listened with half an ear to Seamuss colorful tale, wondering whether hed ever find a proper time to bring up Dylans failures in math class, or Brendans habit of pinching candy from the local market, or the immunizations that Brian and Sean still needed for school. But one subject had to be discussed, a problem his father refused to acknowledge.

Mrs. Smalley, their neighbor and regular baby-sitter, was up to a quart of vodka a day. Concerned for the safety of his three youngest brothers, Conor had been anxious to find another person to watch the little ones while he and Dylan and Brendan were at school. Social Services had already paid a surprise visit and hed managed to hustle them off with an elaborate excuse about Mrs. Smalleys allergies. But if the social workers realized he cared for his five brothers almost entirely on his own, theyd declare neglect and send them all to an orphanage.

One fine day, Eamon was fishing off the Isle of Shadows. As he passed by a rocky shore, he saw a beautiful lass standing near the waters edge, her long hair blowing in the breeze. His heart swelled and his face shone, for Eamon had never seen a more lovely creature.

Conor had every confidence that he could keep his family together. Though he was only ten years old, hed been both mother and father to the boys for over two years. As Mrs. Smalleys drinking problem escalated, hed learned to do the laundry and shop for food and help his brothers with their schoolwork. They had a simple life, complicated only by Mrs. Smalleys binges and infrequent visits from Seamus.

Whatever time Seamus didnt spend with his sons was spent at the local pub where he frittered away his take from the catch, buying drinks for strangers and gambling against huge odds. By the end of the week, he usually handed Conor just barely enough to pay household expenses for the coming months, until he and The Mighty Quinn chugged back into port with another holdful of swordfish. A few days ago, they were dining on week-old bread and soup from dented cans. Tonight, theyd enjoyed bulging bags of takeout from McDonalds and Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Eamon talked to the lass and, before long, he was enchanted. All the village said that it was time for Eamon to take a bride, but he had never found a woman to love-until now. He brought his boat ashore, but as Eamon set foot on land, the lass turned into a wild beast, as fierce as a lion with breath of fire and a thorny tail. She snatched Eamon between her great jaws, splintering his boat into a thousand pieces with her giant claws.

Though Seamus Quinn wasnt much of a parent or a fisherman, he did have one talent. Conors father could spin a beguiling yarn-rich Irish tales filled with action and adventure. Though Seamus always substituted a Quinn ancestor in the heros role and often combined elements of two or three stories, Conor had come to recognize the bits of Irish myths and legends from books hed sought out at the public library.

Conor preferred the stories of the supernatural-fairies and banshees and pixies and ghosts. Eight-yearold Dylan liked tales of heroic deeds. And Brendan, a year younger than Dylan, hoped for a story of adventure in a far-off land. And the five-year-old twins, Brian and Sean, and baby Liam, really didnt care what tale Seamus spun; they only cared that their da was home and their tummies would be full for a while.

Conor sat down beside Dylan and watched his father in the feeble light from the bedside lamp. At times, listening to his fathers thick brogue, he could picture Ireland in his mind-the misty sky, the emerald green fields lined with stone fences, the pony his grandfather had given him for his birthday, and the tiny whitewashed cottage near the water. Theyd all been born there, save Liam, in that cottage on Bantry Bay. Life had been perfect then, because theyd had their da and their ma.

Eamon knew it would take all his brains to trick the dragon. Many fishermen had been captured by this very dragon and held prisoner in a great cave on the Isle of Shadows, but Eamon would not be one of them.

The letter from America had been the start of the bad times. Seamuss brother had emigrated to Boston as a teenager. With grit and determination, Uncle Padriac had saved enough money crewing on a longliner to buy his own swordfish boat. Hed offered Seamus a partnership in The Mighty Quinn, a way out of the hardscrabble life that Ireland promised. So theyd moved half a world away, Seamus, his pretty wife Fiona, pregnant with Liam, and the five boys.

From the start, Conor had hated South Boston. Though half the population was of Irish descent, he was teased mercilessly for his accent. Within a month, hed learned to speak in the flat tones and grating vowels of his peers and the occasional teasing resulted in a black eye or cut lip for the teaser. School became tolerable, but life at home was deteriorating with every passing day.

He remembered the fights at home the most, the simmering anger, the long silences between Fiona and Seamusand his mothers devastating loneliness at his fathers endless absences. The soft sobs he heard late at night behind her bedroom door cut him to the quick and he wanted to go to her, to make everything all right. But whenever he approached, her tears magically dried and all was well.

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