Excerpt of The Mystery of Claddagh Rings by Kallie Lane

She eyed him, curious about her future stepfather. He was a
man any red-blooded woman would notice in a crowd—well over
six-feet tall with an athletic build. Eyes as green as the
hills of Ireland offset hard, striking features. She
guessed his age to be late twenties to early thirties. For
heaven’s sake, her mother had really done it this time.
Talk about robbing the cradle.

His gaze took her in from head to toe, the sardonic tilt of
his mouth speaking volumes. He’d been expecting a younger
version of her mother. Instead, he got tattered jeans and a
windblown mane of sable hair—not tight, leather pants and
blond, rasta braids extending to her butt. Even her
cornflower blue eyes were different than her mother’s
mysterious brown ones. Poppy was also tall and curvy
whereas Fin was shorter and what she liked to call
streamlined, although some would argue she was built like a
boy.

“You’re on private property.” Her future daddy’s words held
bite, his muscled arms crossing an impressive chest in
order to intimidate. “If you’re hoping for Poppy’s
autograph, contact her publicist and maybe he’ll send you
one. Now leave before I call the cops.”

Fin laughed. Just couldn’t help herself. This one’s a real
winner. “Hmm, not even married yet and you’re already
barking orders.” She locked the CR-V, and taking a step
forward, got in his face. “Get out of my way.”

“Damn. I hate dealing with stalkers before my morning
coffee.”