PinnedWhen Two Killers Meet On a Street in Dublin, Will Either of Them Walk Away? (Where It All Begins)He’s either drunk, or dead — again. Either way, the night I find him, after forty years of wondering why he took my life…Dec 1, 2024A response icon23Dec 1, 2024A response icon23
Published inRedemptionHanging Out With His Corpse in the Middle of the Irish SeaI sense Garraty’s automatic functions coming back online before I catch a flicker of his awareness returning.4d agoA response icon14d agoA response icon1
Published inRedemptionThe Life Lesson in Purgatory That Brought Him Back From the DeadHere so, as far as me despondent feckin’ Irish Catholic upbringing has brung me, purgatory’s pure shite, then, innit?Jul 2A response icon2Jul 2A response icon2
Thank You for THE PROTECTORS Book 1 & Book 1.5 — The Series Begins!Shout out to the M-peeps who make it worth it…Jun 1A response icon17Jun 1A response icon17
Published inThe PubThen She Was Alone Without Him for the Second Time in the Same Night“Feckin’ hell,” Garraty remarks, coughing blood — sending a fountain of red erupting from the sudden hole in his chest.Jun 1A response icon4Jun 1A response icon4
Published inThe PubEmbarking on His Journey Might Be the End of the Road for HimAye, there in the cockpit, Reni’s up to somethin’. She’s moving around, anyway, and gettin’ feckin’ boat sounds to come from the console.May 31A response icon3May 31A response icon3
Published inThe PubHe Won a Victory for His Queen, and Turned Over the Keys of the Kingdom for Her to Run the BoatOne more time, now. The last time, probably. She and me, we cut through the streets of Dublin. Both of us, soaked to the bone.May 30A response icon6May 30A response icon6
Published inThe PubAt the Last Minute, She Found Out Everybody Really Did Know Him in Ways She Didn’t“Oh, fer focksake.” Garratty snorts, rubbing a hand up and down his face. “Yeah, all right, do feckin’ tell, darlin’.”May 29A response icon7May 29A response icon7
Published inThe PubRight When They Decided Not to Talk About It the Voice of An Angel Just Had to Speak UpGarraty’s the first to acknowledge the obvious between us. Jerking himself upright, straightening, giving a humorless snort. Rubbing a…May 27A response icon5May 27A response icon5
Published inThe PubWhen They Came Back Together, They Were Strangers to Each OtherMy own hand is floating from my body, reaching out — how did I get here? The door’s ajar, right in front of me, my fingers stretched to…May 25A response icon5May 25A response icon5
