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  ENTICE ME EXCERPT - Something Moore   
                       by Denyse Bridger


SOMETHING MOOR: An unexpected trip to Ireland takes Caragh McCarthy back to her
ancestral home, and the past collides with the present when car trouble strands her on the
moors of Country Tyrone. When Kelan O’Shea comes to her rescue, a 300 year old
injustice might yet be set right, and a promised future can be fulfilled.

“Where are you heading on a night like this?”

Kelan O’Shea tucked a flashlight into his backpack and smiled. “I’ve got to get home,
Maeve,” he replied. “You know that.”

She pouted and shook her head before coming to stand at his side. “They can manage
without you for a night, Kel.”

“And here was me thinking I was indispensible.” He grinned and held up a hand when
she would have tried to dissuade him. “I have to go.” He ignored her glare and headed
out the door. Maeve was getting a little too clingy for his liking, and despite a lifelong
friendship, he would soon stop visiting her. She ran a wonderful stable with excellent
horses, and he enjoyed his hours spent on the trails. But… he laughed at his own
thoughts, always a but to ruin things.

He reached the stable and led his horse out into the damp evening air. The storm had
been torrential, holding him up longer than he intended. He mounted and nudged the
gelding into an easy cantor. The animal was familiar with the route, and required little

He was only a mile or so from home when the horse deviated from their usual trail. A
minute or two later, Kel spotted why. He reined in his horse and slid from the saddle in an
easy motion. The ground beneath his feet was slippery. He paused just long enough to
be sure he wouldn’t end up on his arse with his next step, then he crossed carefully to
the figure lying in the rain-soaked grass. He dropped his pack and hauled out the
flashlight. A quick once over twisted something unnameable deep in his bones and he
swallowed the reaction.

The unconscious woman he’d found was a stranger. Her dark hair was soaking wet and
tangled strings clung to her ashen features. Blood stained one shoulder of her
lightweight jacket. He carefully picked her up and took her to the patient horse. It took
him a few minutes, but he got her positioned in front of him and he touched heels to the
sides of the gelding.

“Come on now, boy, we need to get home in a hurry.”

The horse agreed, he picked up his pace.

* * * * *

“How is she Doc?”

Seamus Payne was an old family friend, and he eyed Kel for a few seconds.

“Why was she out there on the moor? Even a stranger should have known better than to
attempt that.” He closed his medical bag before adding, “Why in hell were you out

Kel shrugged. “I got delayed by the storm.”

“Know who she is?”

“Caragh McCarthy,” Kelan said. “She was headed here, but wasn’t due for another day.”

“She the one you’ve been waiting for?”

Kel hesitated, then looked at the woman lying unconscious in the bed. “She might be. Is
she going to be all right?”

“Keep an eye on her, she may have a slight concussion. She hit that rock pretty soundly.
The bleeding’s stopped, and the few stitches won’t need to be in long.”

“I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Payne had just reached the door when Kelan stopped him with a question. “Did you see
an abandoned car on your way in?”

“Half a mile from where you found her.”

“Can Robbie tow it here in the morning?”

“I’ll ask him when I get home, but I’d say yes,” the doctor said. “I want to see her at the
clinic, Kel. It would be a good idea to get a CT scan. I don’t think she’s incurred a serious
head injury, but I’d rather be cautious.”

“I’ll bring her in as soon as possible,” he promised.
When the door closed, Kelan pulled up a chair and sat a short distance from the bed.
Leaning back in his chair he shook his head. “What the hell were you thinking?” he