The sequel to Ellis Island finds Ellie having settled into her life in Ireland and established herself as a successful businesswomen. When her husband John dies suddenly of a heart attack, Ellie is incapable of handling her grief. She flees to America in an attempt to run from her pain. Circumsta...
I want to get ready – for tonight.’ ‘Of course, Nina.’ ‘Would you like me to fix you a drink before I go?’ She wasn’t even sure why she said it, except that her boss had seemed so melancholy earlier, not at all like a man whose wife was about to throw New York’s party of the year. &nb...
Twenty years is a long time to set a habit, and I knew my husband as a placid, mild-mannered man. He never raised his voice, or, God forbid, his hand, to any human or animal that I had ever seen. I knew he had been a captain in the IRA before we met, and although I was occasionally curious about ...
Declaring his love for her. My darling girl, you cannot imagine how hard it is for me not to be able to hold you in my arms. How I miss your face and the touch of your small hands upon me. Begging her to get in touch. I cannot understand why you have not written up to now. I can only imagine that...
The wooden sign was attached at its four corners to two stakes, like some medieval torture victim. It was pathetically small, given the vastness of the landscape it was in. All around was barren scrubland, and in front of me was a range of forbidding purple mountains. The road I was on had long s...
Soho was indeed a strange place. With its short, narrow streets, it wasn’t nearly as confusing or intimidating as Camden Town, and there were so many distinctive landmarks you couldn’t get lost. It had the feel of a village, with little shops, but all different. There was a butcher’s right next t...
She sent a car to bring me back to Manhattan alone. As the driver arrived, he handed me a note from her. Darling Ellie, I hope you had fun with Charles. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to make a romance—I’m longing to hear all! I can’t bear to go home just yet—would you be a dear and tell every...