Happy St. Patrick’s Day! May the Luck O’ de Irish be with ya today, and I hope you catch your very own leprechaun!

Abigail O’Malley wants to find true love…which is about as easy as catching a leprechaun.

Leprechauns, St. Patrick's Day, Savannnah, Ga, Author Paula Millhouse

 

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Excerpt

Michael McKnight heard Abby’s plea, felt the waves of magic radiating out to him from the fairy charms she’d acquired, and the instant she asked and put that door at the base of the grand live oak he bent time and space to get to her. Banished for the last ten years for the misuse of his magic—and for hoarding gold—he had spent a life apart from her, one that had literally been a living hell.

But I’ve paid my debt, and nothing will keep me from her now.

She rounded the tree, screamed, and dropped in her tracks.

Panic seized him. He tossed away his tiny green hat and dove for her, catching her head in his small arms before she hit the dirt. She’d crashed. Totally passed out. Dusted the fallen leaves with her golden-red locks. Good God, she’s not breathing!

“Abby? Abby! Wake up, Abby!” His frantic voice filled the woods. He’d scared the precious thing to death. “What have I done? Damn it, Abby, don’t do this to me! Come on, sweetheart, wake up!” No. He couldn’t lose her now that she’d called for him. “Please! Abby, come back to me!”

Getting caught by a human was end-game for any leprechaun, but Michael wanted her to catch him. He’d loved her since they were children, and sometimes he thought he’d dreamed her into life. She’d never recognize him now—penance for his sins included the curse of living in this ridiculously tiny body with the green felt hat and shoes. But he didn’t care. Whatever she needed, he’d be sure to see she got. If he could. There were limits to magic, of course.

He shook her, his chest crushing in on itself as he willed her awake. Then a breath escaped her lips and she gasped, and Michael froze.

“Praise God Almighty, she’s alive.”

His eyes roved every inch of her, seeking injuries. His trembling hands felt her scalp and neck. No bumps. No blood. The tension in his chest eased. She’d merely fainted at the sight of him. That could be good or bad. He chose to go with good.

“Ah, lass, you’re overcome with the sight of me.” He stared at her and smiled, hugged her close in his arms and drew in a deep breath. He cradled her head, her angelic face graced by those waving locks of long ginger hair. And freckles. Everywhere. Michael chuckled. My lassie, Irish through and through.

He reached out and reverently touched her face. When they’d played together as children he’d wanted to kiss her. Now he pulled her close and drew in a breath. Peaches and cream. She smelled like heaven. Her ample chest rose and fell underneath a navy blouse that set off the color of her porcelain skin and hundreds—no, thousands—of freckles. Long legs stretched out from underneath her sleeping frame. She’d grown up during the years he was kept away.

He peeked down the length of those denim-covered legs, and his face blew wide with a smile when he saw her bare feet. A work of art, her toes were painted red and perfectly pedicured. The shoes she wore lay askew from her fall, and he scrambled over to assess them. Professional curiosity. One of the heels had snapped clean off.

His face fell. Three-inch heels? No wonder she’d fallen. Who wore such beautiful things outside to plant fairy charms? But his Abigail had always fancied her shoes, and he’d yearned to make her a pair for well over a decade.

He inspected her feet. The arch was perfect, her toes a wonder, and her bare feet drew him in. A desire to give her a foot rub almost overcame him, but he forced his eyes back up her body to her face. To her lips. One simple kiss and he would die a happy man. He’d lived for this, watching her, using his magic and gold to pay the fairies to dance for her when they were both so young….

He took his chance while she lay there unaware. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers and stole his kiss. She stirred. Unable to control himself, Michael kissed her again. Then he eased back as her red-blonde lashes fluttered open to reveal sapphire eyes. His heart raced as for a second he glimpsed his future, and that future was good.

Then Abby’s eyes flew wide, she screamed and seized him in her hands. “For the love of God, you’re a leprechaun!”

Folklore about these little men swam in Abby’s clouded head as she reared up, the creature’s lapels in her grasp. Leprechauns were a sort of fairy without wings. But also… “Gold! Good God! Leprechauns are magic fairies who own gold!”

                He narrowed his eyes. “That’s the best you can do?”

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THREE WISHES, Paula Millhouse, fairies, fairy, leprechaun, St. Patrick's Day, www.paulamillhouse.com

 

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Have you ever been to Savannah for St. Patrick’s Day? I have, and it’s amazing. That’s what inspired Three Wishes. I hope you enjoy the story!

What would you wish for if you caught your very own leprechaun?

THREE WISHES, Leprechaun, Gold, Fairy Magic, One True Love, Paula Millhouse, Paulamillhouse.com, fiction, Boroughs Publishing Group, fairies, true love, magic

Book Description:

Abigail O’Malley wants to find true love…which is about as easy as catching a leprechaun.

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Abby O’Malley’s world is falling apart. The historic Savannah bar her father left her is about to be repossessed by the bank–until she catches a leprechaun, Michael McKnight, in her yard. His pot of gold can’t help her, though, because he’s under a fairy curse. The solution to HER problem turns out to be the same as the solution to HIS problem,. Sprinkled with lots of fairy dust and out-of-this-world love, Three Wishes transported me away from my mundane cares–which, of course, is the everyday magic of reading.
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“Good God – you’re a leprechaun!” Weekend Writing Warriors 3-13-16

     “For the love of God, you’re a leprechaun!”

     Folklore about these little men swam in Abby’s clouded head as she reared up, the creature’s lapels in her grasp. Definitely not ugly, he was handsome, in a way, if a good deal smaller than herself, and at about four feet tall he looked more like a dwarf. Leprechauns were a sort of fairy without wings, but also, “Gold – Good God, leprechauns are magic fairies who own gold!”

     He narrowed his eyes,and said, “Gold – that’s all you got – is that the only thing you know about us?”

     A smile lit Abby’s eyes. “You’re tall for a leprechaun.”

     He smiled back at her, winked, and said, “Let me introduce myself, Abby. My name is Michael McKnight…the Tall.”


 


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   Abigail O’Malley wants to find true love…which is about as easy as catching a leprechaun.



 

THREE WISHES

Abigail O’Malley’s world turns upside down when a rival Irishman threatens to take her bar, an historic Savannah landmark, mere days before the start of the annual St. Patrick’s Day celebration.

When she captures a leprechaun with fairy charms, her three wishes include his gold, fairy magic, and the mystery of her One True Love.

Michael McKnight has pined over Abby forever, but will he have time to reveal his true nature and prove he’s up to the task of granting all her wishes before the bad guys close in and destroy Abby’s dreams forever?


Book Buy Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Three-Wishes-ebook/dp/B00BUPDH6I
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/three-wishes/id623270630?mt=11
http://boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/three-wishes
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/three-wishes-10
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/three-wishes-paula-millhouse/1114972080?ean=2940044382947
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17737332-three-wishes


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A Leprecahun’s Gold, Fairy Magic, and the mystery of her One True Love: THREE WISHES & Weekend Writing Warriors 3-6-16

Last week’s excerpt’s last line:

Abby’s knees chose that moment to give way, and she collapsed into a heap at the base of the tree.


 

     Michael McKnight heard Abby’s plea, felt the waves of magic radiating out to him from the fairy charms she’d acquired, and the instant she’d asked for fairy magic, and put that tiny door at the base of the grand live oak he bent time and space to get to her. Banished for the last ten years for the misuse of his magic—and for hoarding gold—he had spent a life apart from her, one that had literally been a living hell.

     “Wake up, Abby!” He’d scared the precious thing to death. “What have I done – ahh, damn it, Abby, don’t do this to me, sweetheart, wake up!”

     Getting caught by a human was end-game for any leprechaun, but Michael wanted her to catch him. He’d loved her since they were children, and sometimes he thought he’d dreamed her into life.

     But she’d never recognize him now—penance for his sins included the curse of living in this ridiculously tiny body with the green felt hat and shoes.

     He cradled her head in his hands, her angelic face graced with freckles, everywhere, and those waving locks of long ginger hair. “Ahh, my Irish lass, through-and-through, you’re overcome with the sight of me.”


 

Every weekend a wonderful blog hop happens where writers, known as the Weekend Writing Warriors share creative snippets of their stories. Click the box below to visit the other bloggers. Like our posts, share our posts, and leave a comment if you’re of a mind to. Writers thrive on comments. 🙂

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     Abigail O’Malley wants to find true love…which is about as easy as catching a leprechaun.


THREE WISHES

Abigail O’Malley’s world turns upside down when a rival Irishman threatens to take her bar, an historic Savannah landmark, mere days before the start of the annual St. Patrick’s Day celebration.

When she captures a leprechaun with fairy charms, her three wishes include his gold, fairy magic, and the mystery of her One True Love.

Michael McKnight has pined over Abby forever, but will he have time to reveal his true nature and prove he’s up to the task of granting all her wishes before the bad guys close in and destroy Abby’s dreams forever?


Book Buy Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Three-Wishes-ebook/dp/B00BUPDH6I
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/three-wishes/id623270630?mt=11
http://boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/three-wishes
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/three-wishes-10
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/three-wishes-paula-millhouse/1114972080?ean=2940044382947
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17737332-three-wishes


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“Some prince charming, huh?” Weekend Writing Warriors and THREE WISHES – 02-21-16

Hello Dear Readers,

Wishing for spring? For those of us Down South, spring is definitely in the air. So, in honor of my Savannah heritage I’m sharing a snippet from a little Irish fairy tale I wrote, entitled THREE WISHES.


 

      Abigail O’Malley cursed under her breath, stalked down the cobblestone street of Savannah’s historic district, and dialed her friend/bouncer/right-hand barman. A moment later Eddie’s big bass voice filled the phone with, “O’Malley’s Bar & Grill.”

     “You’re never gonna believe it,” Abby said, cringed, and delivered the news. “Kevin Finnegan called the note due on the property taxes on the bar, and my house.”

     “Sheee-it,” Eddie said, his southern drawl drawing the cussword out into two long syllables, and if she weren’t so devastated Abby would have laughed.

     “He proposed last night, and when I refused he immediately demanded his damn money. Some prince charming, huh?”

     “O’Malley’s is prime real estate on River Street sweetheart, but he can’t move in on us the week before St. Patrick’s Day! Can’t you file an injunction or something, maybe sic your snake of an attorney on his ass?”

     “I tried, Eddie, but Kevin Finnegan’s the president of the damn bank, and he wants his money tomorrow.”


 

Every weekend a wonderful blog hop happens where writers, known as the Weekend Writing Warriors share creative snippets of their stories. Click the box below to visit the other bloggers. Like our posts and leave a comment. Writers thrive on comments. 🙂

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And, if you’re lucky enough to join the awesome writers over at the Facebook Snippet Sunday group, then you’re lucky enough.

 


Abigail O’Malley wants to find true love…which is about as easy as catching a leprechaun.


 

THREE WISHES

Abigail O’Malley’s world turns upside down when a rival Irishman threatens to take her bar, an historic Savannah landmark, mere days before the start of the annual St. Patrick’s Day celebration.

When she captures a leprechaun with fairy charms, her three wishes include his gold, fairy magic, and the mystery of her One True Love.

Michael McKnight has pined over Abby forever, but will he have time to reveal his true nature and prove he’s up to the task of granting all her wishes before the bad guys close in and destroy Abby’s dreams forever?


Book Buy Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Three-Wishes-ebook/dp/B00BUPDH6I
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/three-wishes/id623270630?mt=11
http://boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/three-wishes
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/three-wishes-10
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/three-wishes-paula-millhouse/1114972080?ean=2940044382947
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17737332-three-wishes


St. Patrick’s Day is in my blood – part of my history growing up in Savannah, Georgia. Heck, it’s a national holiday in Savannah, and a bang-up serious celebration. Allegedly, the 2nd largest Irish celebration in the US happens right there in my hometown.

Irish Fairy, Three Wishes by Paula Millhouse, Saint Patrick's Day, Leprechaun, Romance, Fiction
May the Luck O’ the Irish be with ya!

 

This Savannah Girl’s favorite holiday is coming up March 17th!

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Spring and St. Patrick’s Day is upon us, folks.

Dear Readers,

How do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day?

Have you ever been to Savannah, Georgia for the amazing celebration? Did you know they color the fountain green for the annual holiday?

Savannah, St. Patrick's Day, Three Wishes by Paula Millhouse
Forsyth Park, Savannah, Georgia

Like this post below if you’re Irish (or Honorary Irish for the day) and leave your comment on how your family celebrates the impending holiday.

Authorities in England put halt on rampant Fairy Doors appearing in the woods of Somerset

Apparently, Fairy Doors have become a problem across the pond. Click the link below to read how the authorities are trying to put a stop to this sort of thing in the woods of Somerset.

http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-somerset-30687171

My Lunchbox Romance, Three Wishes details how the practice of setting out of Fairy Doors in Savannah, Georgia at St. Patrick’s Day helped Abigail O’Malley with her plight to save her family’s Historic Irish Bar on Riverstreet.

Leprechauns, St. Patrick's Day, Savannnah, Ga, Author Paula Millhouse
THREE WISHES
Author Paula Millhouse
Fantasy Romance
Boroughs Publishing Group
Lunchbox Romance

 

Have you ever set out Fairy Doors, or Fairy Charms in your garden to ask the Fairies to come out and play?