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      Praise for Kate Hoffmann

      from RT Book Reviews …

      “Hoffmann’s deeply felt, emotional story is riveting.

      It’s impossible to put down.”

      — on The Charmer

      “Fully developed characters and perfect pacing make

      this story feel completely right.”

      — on Your Bed or Mine?

      “Sexy and wildly romantic.”

      — on Doing Ireland!

      “A very hot story mixes with great characters to

      make every page a delight.”

      — on The Mighty Quinns: Ian

      “Romantic, sexy and heartwarming.”

      — on Who Needs Mistletoe?

      “Sexy, heartwarming and romantic … a story to settle

      down with and enjoy—and then re-read.”

      — on The Mighty Quinns: Teague

      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 I’d still be writing them after all this time. But obviously, there’s something about a sexy Irish hero that people find irresistible. I’ll admit, I’ve got a bit of a weakness for them.

      I guess you do, too!

      I’ve set Mighty Quinn stories in Boston, New York and even in Australia. But, fittingly, I think, I’ve 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, there’s something about that beautiful country that I find really compelling. It’s my hope that you’ll feel the same sense of wonder I did, in the pages of this book.

      Once you’ve been charmed by Riley, watch for his equally irresistible brothers, Danny and Kellan, to show up in the Blaze lineup in November and December 2012.

      Happy reading,

       Kate Hoffmann

      About the Author

      KATE HOFFMANN began writing for Mills & Boon^® in 1993. Since then she’s published sixty-five books, primarily in the Blaze^® lines. When she isn’t 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.

       The Mighty Quinns: Riley

      Kate Hoffmann

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      To Birgit Davis-Todd, who gave me the idea for the

      Mighty Quinns over ten years ago. Thank you!

       Prologue

      THE 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, it’s 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 couldn’t 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 he’d met their mother. “And she wasn’t 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 he’d 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. Riley’s 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. “Let’s 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 isn’t going to change it. And if you go out there Da will whip your arse until you can’t 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.

      She’d even lent him a fiddle, which he’d been teaching himself how to play, and she’d promised to bring a guitar once he’d mastered three tunes. But what he truly loved was the songs she taught—old Irish songs, children’s songs and ballads and pub tunes. And then, she’d sing in the simple and sweet style called Sean Nós, 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’

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