Brianna Arrives Today

Now you can find BRIANNA'S MAGIC on the front page at Loose-Id.com. This is the perfect story to put you in the mood for St. Patrick's Day. Follow Brianna and Michael as they struggle toward their happily ever after on a windswept cliff at the very edge of Ireland.

In today's excerpt, Brianna has decided to try dissuading Michael from tearing down the old ruins she holds sacred by scaring him with stories and legends of the little people and other magical beings in the area. While serving at the pub, she stirs up the locals to start the stories rolling. No problem in an Irish pub. The gift of gab is in their blood. Enjoy:


Behind the bar she started to pour a Guinness for him. When Daniel glanced her way, she grabbed her opening. “Danny boy, you’ve met our Michael Gallagher here?” She nodded toward him.
“Of course.” Daniel clapped Michael on the shoulder. “Trounced him soundly at darts last night.”
“I certainly hope his buildin’ skill’s better’n his darts, then.” She slipped into the more informal brogue, tightening her kinship with the men. “He’s plannin’ on some fancy hotel up by the ruins.”
“The ruins?” Daniel cocked an eyebrow.
Brianna slid the glass of stout across the bar to Michael. “That’s if the leprechauns will let him. You know there’s faerie rings up there.”
Now Old Jimmy joined in from Michael’s other side. “Aye, the faerie rings. Wouldn’t do to cross them.”
Michael kept the grin on his face, but Brianna could see the slight frown furrow his brow. “And what if I do?” he asked.
Wiping at a spot of foam on the bar with a damp towel, Brianna shrugged. “I don’t think you’re wantin’ to find that out, are you?”
His smile widened as he looked from one group of men to the other, then back at Brianna. “I’m thinkin’ I do.”
Oh, this man is good, she thought, noticing how he’d picked up a hint of the brogue himself to increase his acceptance in the group and receive the benefit of their familiarity.
“’Tis never a good idea to mess with the faeries,” Old Jimmy said. “They can be mean.”
Michael took a long drink of his Guinness. “What if I don’t believe these faeries exist?”
“Oh, they exist, all right.” Seamus leaned in from beside Old Jimmy. “Brianna’s seen the little people, haven’t you?”
She placed a fingertip against her chin, as if in deep thought. “Well, I thought I’d seen a tiny one once.” She looked at Seamus. “But ’twas only that you’d come back from the gents without zippin’ your fly.”
Both groups of men exploded in raucous laughter at the expense of Seamus’s manhood. He didn’t seem to mind, despite the redness that bloomed in his cheeks as he laughed with the rest of them. Old Jimmy picked up the thread, exactly as Brianna had hoped. The storytelling had just begun. The night would be filled with stories of faeries, hauntings, legends, all sprung from the land by the ruins. There were dozens of them, maybe enough to change Michael’s mind once he’d heard some of them.

Well, that's all for today. Check in tomorrow to see what other kind of magic may be happening to Brianna and Michael. And don't forget to start thinking about the wearin' of the green on Saturday!

Have a magical day!
Delia