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Dear Reader,
Welcome to the second book in my MIGHTY QUINNS trilogy, featuring youngest brother Danny.
About ten years ago, I happened across a small blacksmith shop near my hometown and decided to stop in and see what was going on. Id nearly forgotten that place until I was looking for a profession for Danny Quinn and it just popped into my head.
I was so impressed by an artist using fire and tools to coax beautiful shapes from reluctant iron. It took strength and patience and creativityexactly the qualities I wanted for Danny.
I hope you enjoy The Mighty Quinns: Danny. And dont miss the final book in the trilogy next month, when eldest brother Kellan meets his match.
Happy reading,
Kate Hoffmann
About the Author
KATE HOFFMANN began writing for Mills & Boon in 1993. Since then shes published sixty-five books, primarily in the Mills & Boon® Temptation and Mills & Boon® Blaze® lines. When she isnt 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: Danny
Kate Hoffmann
www.millsandboon.co.uk
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Prologue
DANNY QUINN PULLED the pocketknife from his jacket and opened the blade. He carefully cut into the piece of soap hed stolen from beneath the kitchen sink, hoping his mother wouldnt notice it was missing before he had a chance to finish his carving.
A brisk breeze blew off the sea, scattering the flakes of soap in the sand. Hed come down to his favorite spot, a spot hed named Smugglers Cove, to get away from his brothers. There werent many places the youngest Quinn had all to his own, but this was one of them.
Hed spent a lot of solitary time in the area. Beyond the cliffs was the old haunted castle, a place his older brothers always talked about. He hadnt quite gathered the courage to venture inside; but he had found this spot, far enough from the ghosts and goblins that guarded the old tower. Though it was a five-kilometer walk cross-country, it was worth it to put distance between him and his tormentors.
Today, just after breakfast, he had sneaked away from home, his rucksack packed with a lunch, scraps of driftwood and soap and his pocketknifeready to enjoy a day alone. Who needed older brothers anyhow? He was just grand on his own.
I saw him go down here!
Danny looked up to see his eldest brother, Kellan, standing thirty feet above him. He scrambled back to hide himself against the rocks, but he wasnt fast enough. Hes down at the bottom, Kellan shouted.
Go away, Danny yelled. This is my place and you cant come down.
How did you get down there? Kellan called.
I jumped, Danny shot back.
Riley appeared beside Kellan. It was now two against one, the typical breakdown between the three brothers. Bollocks! Riley said. Tell us how you got down or well tell Ma you were climbing on the cliffs.
They wouldnt go away. His older brothers were merciless. Find the rock that looks like a duck, Danny finally said. The path is on the other side of that. He watched as Riley and Kellan searched for the right spot and then slowly descended through the rocks. As they both leapt down onto the sand, Danny watched them warily.
How did you find this place? Kellan asked, looking around in wonder.
I was searching for driftwood in the rocks. I just found it. He cursed. How did you find me?
We followed you, Kellan said, a wide grin on his face. We were curious where you were off to in such a rush.
What are you doin down here? Riley asked. He pointed to the bar of soap that Danny held to his chest. Whats that? Are you plannin on a bath, then? Tryin to smell grand for your girlfriend, Evelyn? Riley laughed, jabbing Kellan in the side with his elbow. Thats why hes hidin out here. Danny has a sweetheart. Maybe shes meetin him here for a bit of snogging.
You in love with Evelyn, Danno? Kellan asked, circling around him.
No, Danny muttered. I dont have a girl.
Then why are you holdin so tight to that soap? Riley asked.
Danny tried to shove it in his jacket pocket, but Kellan was waiting to snatch it from his grip. Danny cursed as his brother retreated a safe distance.
What are you doing with this? Kellan said with a laugh, looking down at the dragons head that Danny had begun to carve. He immediately went silent. Riley frowned, then walked over to Kellans side. What is it?
Where did you get this? Kellan asked.
Its mine, Danny murmured. Now give it over.
Who did you steal this from? Kellan demanded.
No one. I told you, its mine.
Riley held up the soap, pointing to the dragons head. You carved this?
I did, Danny said, grabbing the soap back from his brother.
Shut yer gob, Riley said. You cant carve like that. Youre just a baby.
Dannys eyes narrowed. Im eight years old.
Prove it, Riley challenged. Prove you carved that.
I dont have to do anything you tell me, Danny said. Youre not my da, so feck off, the both of you.
Maybe he did, Kellan said. Hes a clever little shite. After all, he found this place, didnt he?
I did, Danny insisted. And Ill show you. Plopping down on the sand, he opened his rucksack and began to pull out all the carvings hed done in the past few months. His collection was always changingsome he kept, some he gave to school chums and some he threw into the sea when they looked too crude against the others.
Riley and Kellan watched him, silently, suspiciously. But as his menagerie of animals and insects and mythic creatures grew, they leaned in more closely. Will you look at that, Kellan murmured. He reached out and picked up a beetle that Danny was particularly proud of, carved out of a palm-sized piece of driftwood. How do you do this?
I have to find a good piece of wood first, Danny explained. Then I stare at it for a while, and pretty soon I see what I want to carve. Then, I just take away everything that isnt the beetle. My teacher says thats how the great sculptors do it.
Look at this, Riley said, grabbing a dinosaur. Hes even got the spikes on the tail.
They sat down on either side of him and examined all of Dannys carvings, their comments filled with awe and respect for his talents. This was the first time in his whole life that his brothers had taken him seriously. Usually, they just ignored him and left him behind. But now, he could do something they couldnt. And that was like gold.
Would you like one, then? Danny asked.
His brothers looked at each other. We can have one?
Sure, he said. Any one you like.
Can ya make me something? Kellan asked.
Danny nodded. I can. If you find a picture, I can carve it. He rummaged in his rucksack until he found the photo hed torn out of a magazine. Im going to make this troll for Mas garden, for her birthday, but I have to find a big piece of wood.
Well help you find one, Riley said. Theres got to be a good piece around here somewhere.
He and his brothers searched the beach for a long time, climbing over the rocks and talking about Dannys carvings. It was the best day of Dannys whole life, better than any day he could remember. Somehow, he knew things had changed, that he was someone important to Riley and Kellan now. The duo was now a trio.
I can show you something else, Danny offered. Its a secret and you cant tell Da or Ma or theyll take the strap to us all. And you cant tell anyone else. None of your friends. It has to be for Quinn brothers only.
We swear, Kellan said.
You have to make a blood oath, Danny said. He opened his pocketknife and held out his hand. Without flinching, he cut the tip of his index finger, then handed the knife to Riley. Do it, he said. Or I wont tell you.
Reluctantly, both Kellan and Riley cut their fingers, then let the blood drip onto their palms. Then the three brothers grasped hands, mingling their blood. Riley grinned at Kellan. Hes a brave little bugger, isnt he?
Lets see it, Kellan said, drawing his hand away.
Its a cave, Danny said. In the cliff. Its deep and I didnt go all the way in because the tide comes up into the opening. But I think that smugglers might have used it. He pulled a tiny flashlight out of his jacket pocket and turned it on. Weve only got an hour before the tide starts coming in. Well have to hurry.
Are you sure we should do this? Riley said. What if its dangerous?
Danny gave him a look. If youre afraid, you can stay on the beach.
As he walked across the sand to the rocky outcropping, Danny smiled to himself. Though he was only eight, he felt like a full-grown man. Maybe now, hed have enough courage to talk to Evelyn Maltby.
1
SO THIS IS BALLYKIRK, Jordan Kennally murmured to herself, peering through the windshield of her car at the picturesque village below.
Shed been in Ireland for nearly sixteen months now, working as the project manager on the Castle Cnoc renovation. And though shed seen a lot of the countryside, she was still amazed at how every sight managed to look exactly like some picture-postcard. Ireland was nothing if not quaint.
She glanced at the clock on the dash, then calculated the time it would take her to find Danny Quinn, discuss their business and get back to the castle. She wasnt used to chasing around the countryside looking for workers, but shed been told that Danny Quinn was the best. And Jordan needed the best.
She steered her car down the winding road that led into Ballykirk, following the carefully drawn map that Kellan Quinn had provided. The town was like so many others along the coast of County Corka pretty collection of colorful buildings set against a stunning landscape, this time the blue waters of Bantry Bay.
When her father had assigned her the project at Castle Cnoc, shed looked at it as both punishment and reward. It was her first project as manager, solely in charge of a five-million-dollar budget and pleasing one of her fathers wealthy clients. It was also a way of putting her firmly into her place at Kencor.
Shed been doggedly scratching her way up the corporate ladder of her familys multimillion dollar real estate development firm, working hard to carve out a place for herself. But with four equally driven and talented older brothers above her on the ladder, just the process of getting noticed was impossible.
Shed begged for good projects to manage, but had always been given a secondary role, usually as the interior designer, for projects that her brothers headed. Shed been sent to Ireland to oversee the restoration of a once grand manor house and castle keep, because no one else could be bothered to come. They were all too busy with hotels and shopping malls and office towers.
Whistler Cottage. No street, no number, just a name. Jordan studied the map. Behind the bakery and up the hill to the blue cottage, she read. The bakery was easy enough to find and when she did, Jordan parked her car, grabbed her bag and jumped out of the vehicle.
There were blacksmiths scattered all over Ireland, their skills ranging from amateur to competent artisan. But Danny Quinn was known as one of the best ornamental blacksmiths in the country, a true artist, and she intended to hire him for her project.
His brother, Kellan, had served as the architect on the Castle Cnoc restoration and Jordan had assumed that Danny would jump at a big-budget job so close to home. But he hadnt returned any of her calls. So Jordan had decided to force the issue. She needed an answer, one way or another, or shed be put off schedule.
The pressure to bring the job in on time and under budget was immense. If she did, her father wouldnt be able to ignore her anymore. The next logical step would be the boutique hotel they were developing in SoHo and after that, progressively larger projects. They wouldnt think of her as the company decorator anymore.