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LOVE IN THE BRITISH ISLES
Three stories, three American women in Britain, three romances.
In WEEKEND AT UPPER EVES, Widow Paige spends a weekend at the home of her friend, Sir Giles. Will she find love in an unexpected place?
In THE KING’S ARMS, Writer Peyton is in London to seal a movie deal for her latest novel. She is not looking for love, but will it find her?
In GRAY’S INN, Piper, American lawyer turned British barrister, falls for Angus, a fellow barrister. Is their love strong enough to last?
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SHORT STORY: THE CLADDAGH The glittering sun made her squint and she looked down at the sidewalk to avoid its intensity. As she walked along with her head down, she saw something on the ground almost as glittery as the sun and she stooped to retrieve the item that had caught her eye. She bent down and picked up a silver claddagh pin and when she stood upright again, the scene before her eyes stunned her. Instead of the modern sidewalk she had been standing on with a busy road beside it, there was a dirt path and two open top carriages riding down the rutted road that ran past where she stood. She was amazed to see that her clothing had somehow been transformed as well from a black and white polka dotted mini dress and white sandals to a black and white striped dress with a small bump at the back near her bottom which she thought in surprise must be a bustle. "How in the heck? Where in the heck?" she muttered to herself as she patted the back of the dress to see if she really could be wearing a bustle. "Hey, Missus, you gonna stand there gawking all day?" said a small boy dressed in ragged pants with a shirt that used to be white hanging half way out of his trousers, "You are in the way of my Lord, The Earl Masterson" "Your Lord certainly does not dress his employees well." she said. "Dunno what an employee is as you call it, Ma’am, but my Lord is not the one what dresses me." "Then why is he your Lord?" "Blimey, Lady, is ye daft, then? He is the Lord of the Manor, he is." "Ok. Whatever." she said as she walked away and he looked at her in confusion. As she got to the corner, she decided she should look around and see where she had landed when she picked up the brooch, which she had pinned to her dress front. She turned back to look down the street and saw a finely dressed man. He had on a black frock coat with a contrast collar and a waistcoat with a watch fob and chain hanging from the pocket along with his white shirt and black pants and ascot tie. He had dark hair and a mustache. He was a tall man, she guessed him to be over six feet tall. She thought he looked magnificent and wondered idly what he would look like dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. He strode down the street as if he owned it. He probably did if he was really the ‘Lord of the Manor’ as the boy had put it. When the man reached where she stood, he said, "And you are?" She replied, "I am Stacy Summers." "Odd name, Stacy. From whence do you hail?" "You wouldn’t believe me if I told you." she replied. He smiled and said, "Try me." She said, "I really don’t know. I’m here somehow and I’m confused." "I notice your claddagh pin. I once had one of those. Belonged to my grandmother. Perhaps you would let me hold it?" "No. I cannot do that," she replied as she grabbed it, afraid of what would happen if she gave it to him as she thought it might hold the clue to getting back home. "Perhaps I can steal a kiss instead?" he said as he leaned in to her and lightly kissed her on the lips. She gasped at the fire that was ignited in her belly at the touch of his lips on hers and said, "This is a public place and it must be the 1870s. Should you be kissing a stranger on the streets?" "Must be the 1870s? How is it that you do not know the year?" he asked. "I’m lost. I’m confused." "Let me take you to my home here in town and see if we can help get you back to your home." Oddly, she trusted him and agreed to go with him. Once there, he escorted her to his drawing room and pulled her onto the settee with him. Instead of discussing her dilemma and her confusion, he said, "In the street, when I kissed you, I felt a deep connection to you and I would like to make love to you." Aghast, she said, "What year is it? Why are you being so inappropriate with me?" He replied, "Make love with me, Stacy. Now," he gently kissed her at the base of her throat, up her neck and finally, he tasted deeply of her lips and as she parted her lips to allow his tongue access, he grabbed the claddagh pin on her shirt and they were both transported back to 2009. She gasped, pulled away from him, and said, "What happened?" "The claddagh is mine and it has magic inside. I lost it and was stuck in 1876. You rescued me. Thank you for bringing me back." She looked around and realized that she was in the same house that he had brought her to and she was back in her mini dress and sandals and he looked as good in the jeans and tee shirt as she thought he would. She said, "I WILL make love to you if you lose the cheesy mustache." He roared with laughter and replied, "Wait right here until I find my razor."
