Zusatztext America's favorite writer. The New Yorker Loyalty! love and acceptance are timeless themes intricately and expertly intertwined by Ms. Roberts using her patented lyrical style. This second book in the Irish series is a captivating and charming novel to be treasured. RT Book Reviews The pace of the book is smooth and even! and the writing captures the charisma and earthy charm of Ireland and the gentleness of its people. Publishers Weekly Informationen zum Autor Nora Roberts Klappentext The second novel in the Irish Born Trilogy from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Born In Fire. Brianna Concannon is the kind of innkeeper who doesn't mind the harsh winters of Ireland-and the empty bed-and-breakfast that comes with them. But this year, a famous American author needs a quiet place to stay while writing his next book. A charmer whose easy smiles mask a guarded past, Grayson Thane plans to spend the cold winter alone. But his lovely landlady adds a complication he never expected. She's exactly what he's looking for in his heroine. And soon Grayson and Brianna will learn that sometimes fate has a plan of its own. Sometimes, fire can be born in ice... Don't miss the other books in the Irish Born Trilogy Born in Fire Born in Shame It wasn't unusual for Brianna to have a guest or two at Blackthorn Cottage during the worst of winter's storms. But January was slow, and more often than not her home was empty. She didn't mind the solitude, or the hell-hound howl of the wind, or even the leaden sky that spewed rain and ice day after bitter day. It gave her time to plan. She enjoyed travelers, expected or not. From a business standpoint the pounds and pence counted. But beyond that, Brianna liked company, and the opportunity to serve and make a temporary home for those who passed her way. She had, in the years since her father died and her mother moved out, turned the house into the home she had longed for as a child, with turf fires and lace curtains and the scents of baking coming from the kitchen. Still, it had been Maggie, and Maggie's art,that had made it possible for Brianna to expand, bit by bit. It wasn't something Brianna forgot. But the house was hers. Their father had understood her love and her need for it. She tended her legacy as she would a child. Perhaps it was the weather that made her think of her father. He had died on a day very much like this. Now and again, at odd moments when she found herself alone, she discovered she still carried little pockets of grief, with memories, good and bad, tucked into them. Work was what she needed, she told herself, turning away from the window before she could brood for long. With the rain pelting down, she decided to postpone a trip into the village and instead tackle a task she had put off for too long. No one was expected that day, and her single reservation wasn't due until the end of the week. With her dog trooping behind her, Brianna carted broom, bucket, rags, and an empty carton up to the attic. She cleaned up here with regularity. No dust was allowed in Brianna's house for long. But there were boxes and trunks she had ignored in her day-to-day routine. No more, she told herself and propped open the attic door. This time she would make a clean sweep. And she would not allow sentiment to prevent her from dealing with leftover memories. If the room was cleaned out properly once and for all, she thought, she might be able to afford the materials and labor necessary to remodel it. A cozy loft room it could be,she mused, leaning on her broom. With one of those ceiling windows, and perhaps a dormer. Soft yellow paint to bring the sun inside. Polish and one of her hooked rugs on the floor. She could already see it, the pretty bed covered by a colorful...

“America’s favorite writer.”—The New Yorker

“Loyalty, love and acceptance are timeless themes intricately and expertly intertwined by Ms. Roberts using her patented lyrical style. This second book in the Irish series is a captivating and charming novel to be treasured.”—RT Book Reviews

“The pace of the book is smooth and even, and the writing captures the charisma and earthy charm of Ireland and the gentleness of its people.”—Publishers Weekly

Autorentext

Nora Roberts

Klappentext

The second novel in the Irish Born Trilogy from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Born In Fire.

Brianna Concannon is the kind of innkeeper who doesn't mind the harsh winters of Ireland-and the empty bed-and-breakfast that comes with them. But this year, a famous American author needs a quiet place to stay while writing his next book.

A charmer whose easy smiles mask a guarded past, Grayson Thane plans to spend the cold winter alone. But his lovely landlady adds a complication he never expected. She's exactly what he's looking for in his heroine. And soon Grayson and Brianna will learn that sometimes fate has a plan of its own. Sometimes, fire can be born in ice...

Don't miss the other books in the Irish Born Trilogy
Born in Fire
Born in Shame

Zusammenfassung
Even though the harsh winters of western Ireland keep visitors away from Brianna's bed-and-breakfast inn, she expects Grayson Thane, a successful American mystery author, who plans to spend the winter alone writing his new novel. But sometimes fate has a plan of its own. Sometimes fire can be born in ice. The second installment of Roberts's Irish trilogy featuring the Concannon sisters.

Leseprobe
It wasn't unusual for Brianna to have a guest or two at Blackthorn Cottage during the worst of winter's storms. But January was slow, and more often than not her home was empty. She didn't mind the solitude, or the hell-hound howl of the wind, or even the leaden sky that spewed rain and ice day after bitter day. It gave her time to plan.

She enjoyed travelers, expected or not. From a business standpoint the pounds and pence counted. But beyond that, Brianna liked company, and the opportunity to serve and make a temporary home for those who passed her way.

She had, in the years since her father died and her mother moved out, turned the house into the home she had longed for as a child, with turf fires and lace curtains and the scents of baking coming from the kitchen. Still, it had been Maggie, and Maggie's art,that had made it possible for Brianna to expand, bit by bit. It wasn't something Brianna forgot.

But the house was hers. Their father had understood her love and her need for it. She tended her legacy as she would a child.

Perhaps it was the weather that made her think of her father. He had died on a day very much like this. Now and again, at odd moments when she found herself alone, she discovered she still carried little pockets of grief, with memories, good and bad, tucked into them.

Work was what she needed, she told herself, turning away from the window before she could brood for long.

With the rain pelting down, she decided to postpone a trip into the village and instead tackle a task she had put off for too long. No one was expected that day, and her single reservation wasn't due until the end of the week. With her dog trooping behind her, Brianna carted broom, bucket, rags, and an empty carton up to the attic.

She cleaned up here with regularity. No dust was allowed in Brianna's house for long. But there were boxes and trunks she had ignored in her day-to-day routine. No more, she told herself and propped open the attic door. This time she would make a clean sweep. And she would not allow sentiment to prevent her from dealing with leftover memories.

If the room was cleaned out properly once and for all, she thought, she might be able to afford the materials and labor necessary to remodel it. A cozy loft room it could be,she mused, leaning on her broom. With one of those ceiling windows, and …