A Sixer of Tequila: An Althea Rose Mystery

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Escape to Tequila Key where magic and mayhem run amok in this fun new addition to the lively Althea Rose series!

Nothing sets the gossips of Tequila Key on fire as much as a new mystery to solve, and word on the street is that a flamingo statue for the new mini-golf course has been stolen. When the Flamingo King himself arrives in town to investigate, no one is more shocked than Althea when Miss Elva takes a shine to the man. Despite her protests, Althea is dragged into chaperoning Miss Elva on their dates, all while doing her best to not to cringe every time she hears Miss Elva giggle.

Althea is more than content with letting someone else track down the stolen flamingo, because she has bigger worries on her mind – like returning her life to a semblance of normalcy. But where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and somehow Althea has an aptitude for stumbling her way into trouble. When it turns out that the disco gala hosted by the Flamingo King in the Bahamas isn’t all just sequins and sparkles, Althea has to race against the clock to save not only her friends – but herself.

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The saga of the artichokes.

Guys, I know. It sounds ridiculous. But I kind of obsess over artichokes. I don’t know why, I’ve just always loved them. My mother would make them when I was growing up. First she’d steam them, and then serve them with melted butter. Sometimes there were parmesan bread crumbs sprinkled into the leaves, but usually it was just a simple steamed artichoke paired with melted butter. Then you’d dip each leaf in butter, savoring over the deliciousness until you worked your way down to the best part - the heart!

Anyone who knows me, knows my deep love of artichokes. When they are in season, I’ll steam several a week and eat them as a meal for dinner. But once I moved to the island, who knew that this was going to be one of the biggest things that I missed? ARTICHOKES. Now, we do get canned artichoke hearts here, but it just isn’t the same.

One intrepid friend tried to bring me artichokes in her luggage when she came to visit. Her bag got detained and she spent half the trip without it. When it finally arrived? The artichokes had been removed.

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Imagine my delight when I walked into the store the other day and saw real, fresh, globe artichokes. I almost shrieked in the store. Naturally, I bought eight of them.

See? Look at that photo. Heaven.

Unfortunately, since it’s been so long since I’ve cooked artichokes, I forgot that it’s best not to throw the discarded leaves down the garbage disposal.

Whoops.

Three days of The Scotsman cursing under the sink.

Three days of no kitchen sink to use.

Three days of glowering looks from the Scotsman.

And an assist from a plumber who had a few of the tools we didn’t have.

And now, my sink is clear, my pocketbook lighter, and can you guess what I’m making for dinner tonight?

You’re damn right. ARTICHOKES. Mmmmmmmm.

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Froggo...not doggo.

Here is a cute frogfish. I found him when he was but a wee baby, and I’ve been checking on him over the months as he grows. Don’t say he’s not cute, it’s a face only a mother or an avid scuba diver could love. Or maybe it’s just the mermaid in me…you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince. :)

*the yellow photos are him as a wee baby and he changed colors as he grew older.





A rainy beach walk in Malin Head, Ireland

In Ireland, you dress for the weather. Which basically means, layers at all time and expect mother nature to be her moody best. From howling winds to crashing waves to sudden and breathtaking rainbows that show the widest bands of colors I’ve ever seen in a rainbow, Ireland always delights me with her passion. As expected, our sunny beach walk turned rainy. Nevertheless, we persevered and even stopped to pick a favorite rock for the other to carry. A simple token of affection, yet they’ve made their way back to our rock bowl in the Caribbean.

The Haunted Scottish Castle

This castle stay was a surprise from The Scotsman, and I think we were both surprised when we arrived and were immediately ushered into the dining room with the explanation that dinner was almost over so we needed to eat – now. We had but a moment to take our luggage to our room, winding our way through narrow corridors with faded carpets and tapestries that moved on their own accord (not a breeze or a window in sight!) At dinner, only one other couple shared the expansive dining room, and they were comfortable ensconced in their fourth or fifth martini, the blonde woman eyeing us from across the room. I knew it was only a matter of time before she’d wander over, but in the meantime, our server who I wouldn’t put a day past twelve years old was hovering over us, dropping everything he touched, and making small talk about our travels. When he heard about our trip to the Isle of Bute, his eyes lit up and he talked about years ago when he was twelve he’d spent a holiday there. Imagine my shock when he professed to have been twelve years ago?! I began to wonder if we were in a weird time warp and if we’d ever be able to check out of this hotel. 

By then, I was delighted with the thought of what haunted halls we’d stepped into, and the blonde decided to make her move. Sidling over to us, her martini sloshing in one hand, she insisted the Scotsman taste her drink as it was a speciality at the castle. As though he’d never watched a horror movie in his life (seriously – where are his survival instincts?) the man takes a sip of her drink, and I sit back to watch the show. A spilled martini later, an annoyed husband in the background, and I was pulling the Scotsman from the dining room to find the nearest bar. Conveniently located in what appeared to be the weapons room due to the battle axes and swords on the wall, I eyed the grey spectre of a man who gingerly served us whisky, loudly proclaiming he’d kick us out if we took the glasses down as a shot. Promising no such abhorrent behavior would happen, the Scotsman and I retreated to our room, where once again I showed him how the tapestries in the closed off hallway moved on their own. Decidedly creeped out, we jumped into bed and pulled the covers up, and I might have even left the light on – just in case a battle axe went flying through the air in the middle of the night. Turns out, the castle had been burned in the early 1900’s and it wasn’t uncommon to feel a presence there. I’d say they did a bang up job of keeping the stay creepy as could be. As for the mysterious scratch that appeared on my neck? Who’s to say? 



A Castle Stay in Scotland

It wouldn’t be a trip to Scotland without staying in a castle, and I was lucky enough to stay in two during our holiday. I stumbled upon Castle Levan in Inverkip during a Google search one night and found they only had one night available, so I booked it immediately. I’m glad I did because it was delightfully charming, and was the perfect way to celebrate being newly engaged. They even had a hidden waterfall that I’m certain was home to many a fae. Check out all the great details. If I wasn’t running a guesthouse in the Caribbean, I’d have a blast hunting down decorations for a Scottish castle-style guesthouse. Maybe…someday. ☺

Up to No Good: Book 2 in the Siren Island Series

Hi everyone! I’m excited to announce that the next book in the bestselling Siren Island series is ready for pre-order. Read on for more information!


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Lola Ramon has cultivated a life most would dream of – or judge – depending on who is doing the looking. A world traveler and artist, she never stays in one place for too long, or with one man. A fateful meeting with a psychic in Italy reveals the cracks in her happy exterior and sends her to Siren Island determined to take a break from her wandering lifestyle. There, she hopes to finally find answers to a question that’s always enchanted her.

Gage Rivelle waved goodbye to the corporate world from the deck of his beautiful new sailboat years ago and has happily settled into a leisurely life leading sailing tours on Siren Island. Used to women of all ages throwing themselves at him, Gage has developed a discerning eye for what he’s looking for in a life partner. When Lola steps off the plane, Gage knows instantly he’s found the one.

Fiercely independent and determined to explore the mermaid mythology of Siren Island, Lola has promised herself a break from whirlwind relationships. Admittedly attracted to Gage, she pushes him away, wanting to take this time to focus on herself.

In a battle of wills, Gage must prove to Lola that he isn’t the island playboy she thinks he is, but instead could be the one man who will stick by her side forever.

Ready to be devoured on July 30th, 2019. Preorder now!

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Good Girl: Book 1 in the Siren Island Series


In a time where the world feels overwhelming, the mermaids have returned and asked us to sing our songs again.

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New release! From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Tricia O'Malley, comes a brand new series about love, self-discovery, and embracing your inner mermaid.

Chapter 1.

“Business or pleasure?”

“Business,” Sam said automatically, her fingers tightening on the strap of the laptop case that rarely left her shoulder.

“And what is your business on Siren Island?” The customs agent spoke with a bouncy cadence, his words slow and richly rounded, the music of the islands flowing through his voice.

“I… I mean, pleasure,” Sam said, startled to realize it was true. A drop of sweat slipped between her shoulder blades. That morning, in a haze of what-the-hell-am-I-doing, she’d donned what she’d come to term her Air Barbie uniform. It had breezed her through most airports in the world, straight into whatever hotel finance meetings she was attending, and had earned her more than her fair share of upgrades.

Impeccably tailored slacks? Check. Tasteful diamond stud earrings? Check. And a silk blouse in a muted color – not too bright, as she’d learned that the men in the board meetings she ran often took a power color as an invitation to flirt.

Though why she’d added her diaphanous silk scarf and patent leather sling-backs to the outfit, Sam had no clue.

Her plane wouldn’t be landing in a fiercely air-conditioned airport with valets to whisk her luggage away as she went from one perfectly manicured space to the next. Oh no. Not even close.

Instead, here she was holding up a line of sweaty, boisterous passengers who all seemed to have overindulged on the plane ride down to whichever hotel’s all-inclusive vacation package they’d signed up for. The sun, an angry unrepentant dictator, broiled them all with her cruel rays.

“Which is it, ma’am? Business or pleasure?” The customs agent regarded her carefully, and it annoyed Sam to see not even a sheen of sweat on the man’s face, though he wore neatly pressed khaki pants and a button-down shirt. Why were there no enclosed rooms in this hut of an airport? Samantha knew for a fact that the island had access to the internet; surely they’d learned of the invention of air conditioning by now.

“Pleasure. My apologies. I travel so much for work that I forgot this trip was for pleasure,” Sam said, sweeping her tastefully highlighted auburn hair over her shoulder and flashing the agent the smile that had opened more than one door for her in the past.

“That’s a shame, ma’am. One should never forget to take time for pleasure.” The agent’s voice never changed, but something flashed in his eyes for just a moment – a warm male appreciation that, for once, didn’t feel predatory. Sam got the impression that he enjoyed all women. When she heard him begin flirting with the lady behind her, who sported a fanny pack and an unruly swath of grey hair, her assumption was confirmed.

His words followed her as she tapped her foot impatiently by the single-loop baggage conveyor belt, and Sam’s annoyance reached peak levels as another passenger jostled her to peer over her shoulder.

“I really hope they didn’t lose our bags this time. I swear, Carl, every time we come here something gets lost.”

Then why did they still come here? Sam wondered in frustration, deliberately spreading her elbows a bit to strike a power pose – the one she used in crowds to force people to step away from her a bit.

For that matter, what was she even doing here? As Sam’s thoughts flashed back over the last forty-eight hours, sweat began to drip in earnest down her back, and she was certain she could actually feel the blood pumping through her heart. Gulping for air, she looked around wildly. What this airport needed was some fans.

The sunlight seemed to get brighter and the eager laughter of the crowd around her sounded like the braying of mules. The faces and laughter and heat and sweat all pressed on her until Sam turned to run – only to find herself trapped by the crowd. Panic skittered its way up her throat and she gasped, trying to draw a breath against the warm press of bodies pushing toward the bags that now belched from a small flap-covered hole in the wall.

A hand closed on hers and Sam’s gaze slammed into cool blue eyes – the color of the sea – and a calm wave of energy seemed to pour through her. She lost herself in the reassuring smile of a woman, a peaceful oasis of calm, who pulled her through the crowd.

“Sit.” Samantha’s butt had barely touched the seat when the woman unceremoniously pushed Sam’s head between her legs. She gulped air, desperately trying to hold her panic attack at bay. The last thing she heard before it all went dark was the woman’s voice.

“This one’s mine.”

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Wild Irish Grace: Book 7 in the Mystic Cove Series

It only felt right that with my twentieth novel, I returned to my very first series - The Mystic Cove Series. Over the years, I received numerous requests to write about the woman that baby Grace was destined to become. It was only fitting that my newest novel be about a strong, take-charge woman, that isn't afraid to face challenges - with allowing love into her life being her most difficult one yet! 

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Is her enemy the love she’s been waiting for?

Grace O’Brien lives an unapologetic life – one where she uses magick and attitude alike to live exactly as she pleases. With talents far beyond what most can comprehend, Grace dances through life with verve and enthusiasm.

But it isn’t all magick and mirth. A secret haunts Grace through the darkest hours of the night. For in her heart lies the soul of a fierce pirate queen, one that has loved and weathered unequivocal loss. Now, as she hopes once more for true love – a love that was promised to her – It seems that Grace might not always be able to get everything that she desires. 

From the moment that Dylan Kelly sailed into Grace’s Cove, the town captured his heart. Pulled by an invincible need to move to the village, Dylan changes his entire life to finally focus on his passion project. When Dylan runs headfirst into the indomitable force that is Grace O’Brien, he battles both his attraction and his ethics in order to pursue the one thing that matters most to him – building his legacy. 

As centuries blur and souls collide, Grace must come to terms with the fact that she can’t control everything – even her heart. 

I was feeling a little wild...

The inspiration for this story came from a delightful little nugget that I discovered when researching the great pirate queen, Grace O'Malley. It seems that between Husband #1 and Husband #2, this fierce warrior woman fell for and had a passionate love affair with a shipwrecked sailor. Sadly, her lover was murdered and Grace, being Grace, retaliated by murdering the two men who took her lover's life. However, even after Grace went on to marry another man, she still couldn't shake her grudge against the clan who stole her lover from her. So, the pirate queen laid siege to their castle and took their lands from them. 

I mean, how epic is that? Could you imagine looking at your new husband and saying, "Hey, babe, you're super cute and all, but I'm still really pissed about the murder of my sexy sailor man. I'm going to into battle and show their clan what's what." 

And off she went...

This novel takes you back to Grace's Cove and an all grown up baby Grace - who is as contradictory as she is lovable.

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Release Day- July 17th 2018
Wild Irish Grace: Book 7 in the Mystic Cove Series

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Is her enemy the love she’s been waiting for?

Grace O’Brien lives an unapologetic life – one where she uses magick and attitude alike to live exactly as she pleases. With talents far beyond what most can comprehend, Grace dances through life with verve and enthusiasm.

But it isn’t all magick and mirth. A secret haunts Grace through the darkest hours of the night. For in her heart lies the soul of a fierce pirate queen, one that has loved and weathered unequivocal loss. Now, as she hopes once more for true love – a love that was promised to her – It seems that Grace might not always be able to get everything that she desires.

From the moment that Dylan Kelly sailed into Grace’s Cove, the town captured his heart. Pulled by an invincible need to move to the village, Dylan changes his entire life to finally focus on his passion project. When Dylan runs headfirst into the indomitable force that is Grace O’Brien, he battles both his attraction and his ethics in order to pursue the one thing that matters most to him – building his legacy.

As centuries blur and souls collide, Grace must come to terms with the fact that she can’t control everything – even her heart.  

 

Sphere Song: Book 4 in the Isle of Destiny Series

I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I truly had a blast including many characters from both this series and some fan favorites from The Mystic Cove series. If you read closely, you may even see a hint of a story to come that I'm sure you'll be wild about. 


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The dramatic and heartwarming conclusion to the Isle of Destiny Series.

Neala O’Riordan is no stranger to the sweet and spicy things in life although that’s more to do with running a highly acclaimed bakery in Kilkenny than because of having any semblance of a dating life. In lieu of romantic entanglements, Neala instead pours her love and attention into her rapidly growing business and the in-demand sweets she concocts.

When a distraught man storms into her bakery one morning, Neala’s life is turned upside down. In moments, she’s plunged into a fairytale world – and she’s the star of the show. When she learns that the fate of Ireland, if not the entire world, rests on her shoulders, Neala is ready to turn tail and run for the hills – but she’s stopped in her tracks by the storm she sees in the eyes of her handsome protector, Dagda. 

With one look, Dagda challenges Neala to stay and fight – to accept her destiny – and to change the course of the future. Unable to resist a challenge, Neala throws caution to the wind and joins an unlikely group of magickal humans and fae alike as she finds herself pulled into the adventure of a lifetime. It’s a race against the clock to end a centuries-old curse, and Neala does her best to keep her heart from falling for the quiet charms of her alluring protector. Though her battle to resist her attraction to Dagda may be a lost cause, Neala refuses to lose the fight against the dark fae. With the help of friends from Grace’s Cove, Neala holds fast to her belief that – no matter what – love will always light the way against darkness.  

Round 2: Love of the Irish Giveaway!

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To celebrate the highly anticipated final book in the Isle of Destiny series - Sphere Song, I am hosting a Love of the Irish Giveaway!

This month we will have three big prizes in our month-long contest. As you know, it's a little tricky for me to send gift prizes from our little island in the Caribbean, so I've teamed up with two fantastic shops in Ireland to put together these handpicked prizes for you all. The first, Inishowen Bogwood Sculptures, creates stunning gifts handcrafted from 6,000 year old bogwood. The second, Tweedy's, located in Culdaff, crafts beautiful textiles such as capes and scarves.

To win the second prize package, you'll need to answer the following question!

Question: It's time to look at our handsome Irish men. In the Isle of Destiny series, which character is your favorite protector and why?

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Love of the Irish Giveaway & Preorder Alert!

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To celebrate the highly anticipated final book in the Isle of Destiny series - Sphere Song - (up for preorder now), I am hosting a Love of the Irish Giveaway!

This month we will have three big prizes in our month-long contest. As you know, it's a little tricky for me to send gift prizes from our little island in the Caribbean, so I've teamed up with two fantastic shops in Ireland to put together these handpicked prizes for you all. The first, Inishowen Bogwood Sculptures, creates stunning gifts handcrafted from 6,000 year old bogwood. The second, Tweedy's, located in Culdaff, crafts beautiful textiles such as capes and scarves.

To win the first prize package, you'll need to answer the following question - comment below! Question: In the Isle of Destiny series, which character is your favorite seeker and why?

Preorder Links for Sphere Song: Book 4 in the Isle of Destiny Series

Amazon
Amazon UK
Nook
iTunes 
Kobo

May the luck of the Irish be with you!!