Ellie Buchanan has one goal: to share her stained-glass creations with the world.
She’s lucky to be blessed with a billionaire father who encourages her dream. He’s treasured all of the art she’s made: from her macaroni necklace in kindergarten to every piece in her Etsy store.
Literally every piece—because in trying to be supportive, he buys everything she makes. She has only one patron—her dad. How can she share her art if he insists on owning all of it?
Fleeing to a newly opened arts center in the wilds of Ireland to teach and to create an avant-garde installation is the perfect antidote to her father’s long reach. Freedom—and the opportunity to share her art with a welcoming community who doesn’t care that she’s a secret heiress—at long last!
And then there’s Brady McGrath, the village’s charming postman. Brady is the kind of man who can quote Keats in one breath and take your breath away in the next. All her life, Ellie has seen crimson light as the color of passion and true love, and she sees that with Brady. More importantly, Brady sees her. Not as a billionaire’s daughter or a headline heiress. He sees all her colors, knows all her dreams, and encourages her to reach for them.
Only her dad won’t cut the apron strings. He arrives in the quaint Irish village, determined to help her career and test her new boyfriend. She wants to flee—again, especially when her beloved art installation is threatened. But her heart wants her to stand her ground. Maybe with help from Brady, her new friends, and a matchmaking ghost, Ellie will find a way to follow her dreams in art and in love.
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Brady could tell Ellie was trying not to smile. She even gave him a healthy glare. In the end, she couldn’t sustain either effort. She laughed, the sound as rich and warm as the fire in the stove. “You’re what some might call a rake.”
“No,” he answered, crossing his arms over his green jumper. “‘Rake’ is used to describe someone of dubious character who’s only interested in immoral conduct. While I might be interested in some heated conduct with you, I have only the best of intentions. Here in Ireland, we’d say I have the hope of becoming your fella.”
She laughed, her cheeks reddening. “I might be interested in some heated conduct too.” She paused, then added, “Honestly, I hadn’t really thought about meeting anyone. All I’ve been thinking about is creating a stunning window in a country known for little sun and tons of wind.”
His lips curved. Why would she think of anything else? She didn’t have a matchmaking ghost talking to her.
“That’s a really mysterious smile, Brady,” Ellie said, her mouth curving as well.
“The Irish can be very mysterious people.” Oh, the things he already knew about her…
“You’re in Ireland, Ellie,” he said, sending her a wink. “Be open to the magic. You’re in for a grand time, I can promise you.”
