Struggling with her faith after her mother's death, Meghan O'Malley finds comfort in wearing the family Claddagh Ring, believed to be blessed by St. Patrick. When Meghan meets Rork, she finds love, friendship, and loyalty, but before everything comes full circle under God's plan, Meghan must face the biggest challenge of her life. Rork McGuire is ruggedly handsome, sings Celtic music straight from his soul, and has a dark secret. When he sees Meghan O'Malley, he falls hopelessly in love with her and wants nothing more than to give her his heart. Will the secret he harbors bring them together-or pull them apart?
A few weeks after her mother’s funeral, Meghan O’Malley stood in the parlor, questioning her decision to put the house on the market. How could she sell her mother’s Victorian home, give away a lifetime of precious memories?
A lump wedged in her chest when she picked up a heart-shaped photo depicting a woman fanning herself in an English rose garden. She’d given the picture to her mother on her last birthday, a few months before she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Meghan hugged the photo close to her heart, longing for just one more day with her mother.
Padding across the floor to the heather harp, Meghan traced her finger along the hand-carved instrument, gingerly plucking the strings. As the Celtic sound floated across the parlor, Meghan could still hear the sweet lilt in her mother’s voice when she sang Danny Boy during St. Patrick’s Day celebrations. Gazing at her mother’s portrait on the wall, her smiling eyes reached out and touched Meghan like a warm ray of sunshine. Swiping at a tear rolling down her cheek, she sighed. “Mama, how I miss you.”
Dabbing her tears away, Meghan caught a glimpse of her wild mop of auburn curls in the beveled glass mirror. She could just hear her mother cluck her tongue and scoff. “Meghan O’Malley, how do you think you’ll ever land a man when you never do a thing with all that flaming red hair?”
With her mother’s words reverberating in her head as she made her way to the upper wing, something much deeper haunted Meghan’s subconscious. Her mother had orchestrated the prayer chain at her church, accessing a world-wide network of Christians to send requests to God. No matter how many requests her mother received, asking for the impossible, she’d get the prayer chain going through word of mouth, telephone, or email. Of all the prayers God had answered, healing Darcy O’Malley of breast cancer had fallen on deaf ears. Frustrated, Meghan balled up her fist and shook it at God. “Why? After all my mother did for you, how could you deny her request?” As Meghan took a deep breath, she remembered something else her mother used to say. “God always answers our prayers, but sometimes His answer is no.”