Holiday Magic
Historically, LISDOONVARNA IRELAND hosted a matchmaking month. Thousands from across the globe flocked to the tiny village to have a matchmaker find an appropriate mate. This custom begun in the 1800’s is highlighted in periodicals, songs and has been featured on the Today show. The author discovered this tradition on her own tour of Ireland. After a painful break-up with her fiancé, Kate Murphy accompanies her best friend, Ali, on a historical tour of Ireland. Ali deliberately neglects to tell her the stopover in Lisdoonvarna. Katie is adamant a matchmaker cannot discover the perfect mate until she meets her match. Will she succumb to the magic of Ireland or will she return to her career in Boston? Ian O’Flarrity attends the merriment on a lark. He isn’t expecting a red-aired American woman to capture his heart. He shows her the best of his country and introduces her to the folklore, myths and tales, hoping she will stay with him in Ireland. Can he get her to believe in the magic between them is real before her holiday is done?

Excerpt from Holiday Magic
She waited. The plow lines veered around the clump. An ancient burial grounds? A relic? A clump of scraggly trees and a mound of dirt. How were they special. It just looked like an old pasture, but from his tone it had to be a monument. “A leprechaun mound inside a fairy ring. The mound dere.” His outstretched hand pointed to a large rounded pile of brown dirt just visible inside the trees. “It’s a leprechaun dwelling She nudged him in the arm. Her laughter spilled out. “You donna believe?” The seriousness of his expression quelled her laughter and her derision. “Believe in fairies and leprechauns?” She shook her head. “I believe in reality. Things you can touch.” “Leprechauns, hopes, dreams, love. You can’t touch them. Magic is in the believing. If you don’t have magic in your life, your life will be as dark and gloomy as the peat bogs. Don’t you have hopes? Dreams?”


“Love can be magical.”

“This is a heartwarming story.”


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