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What’s In A Name

In a recent Facebook thread, we had considerable speculation–and some insistence–regarding Roarke’s full name. Several posters stated Roarke was named Patrick Michael Roarke, Jr after his father.

Absolutely not.

Let me repeat, be perfectly clear. Roarke was not named after his father. This man is, and never was anyone’s junior.

He’s Roarke. Just Roarke. That’s more than enough.

Some readers feel I hinted in Portrait that Roarke was named after his father. Actually I hinted at another name entirel...

Talk about Festive in Death here

Did you read Festive overnight and are going to savor it slowly in the days ahead?

Want to talk about the case?

Want to talk about the holiday party?

This is the thread for you. Please note that spoilers are going to be everywhere in this thread so enter at your own risk.

Laura

Festive in Death teasers

Ok, gang, First, you should all be grateful that I kept at the unpacking and organizing and got my hands on my copy of Festive in Death. (I know I am.) Second, I’ll be posting some teasers and bits of info about Festive here over the next few days. No real spoilers because I think the plot is more fun when you discover things for yourself.

Teaser 1:

Everyone’s favorite young street vendor is back and helps Eve out — a lot. He’s had a good year, made some changes to his business and shows Eve th...

Ireland Day 14 — Drawing to a close

A brilliantly bright day, and the warmest yet for the gang’s bike ride. I do pilates for about an hour, then decide it’s much too pretty to stay inside.

While I do see people in shirtsleeves, I’m happy in my sweater, and walk in the sun for awhile before choosing a different path through the woods.

Just as beautiful–how can you go wrong?–and I hear the doves again, and other birds I can’t identify. The light’s quieter here, as it should be, but beams through to shine against moss and big, lacy...

Ireland Day 13 — A trip out and a walk in the woods

More sun as we head out to drive around our big lake. Lough Corrib isn’t just the biggest lake in Ireland, it has to be one of the prettiest. Today it’s like a mirror, shining and still, and as we round it, all those marvelous islands come into view–more, I’m told than there are days in the year. There’s one, sloping up to a flat rise. Jason comments it would be a hell of a spot for a house. Imagine it, Living on the lake, surrounded by those views–the garden you could have! Isolated, sure, b...

Ireland Day 12 — Saddle up

A damp start with a cool, thin rain, but we decide we want a walk before our ride, so out we go. We’re rewarded by the sight of a flower-decked carriage pulled by two Clydesdales–or they looked like it to me. The liveried driver and footman hold the horses as a couple of eager photographers take picture of the lovely bride and her handsome groom.

We head off, across the bridge, take the path that leads to what became for me Sorcha’s cabin. The woods are gorgeous here, and the gloomy light adds...

Ireland Day 11 — Out and about and what should Nora spy in a store?

A little morning shower, then sun so the view out my parlor window is all green and blue with puffs and streaks of white clouds. Pretty as it gets.

Jason and Kat want a walk to the village, and I’m with them. It’s warm enough I can go with a vest rather than a jacket. I realize, damn it, I forgot my Fitbit. Kat points out now it’s like I’m not walking at all.

Feels good anyway, and we’re heading down the steep street for some shopping. We never get quite enough! Kat’s after wool, and I’m after...

Ireland Day 10 — the hawk walk

Sun, rain, pearly light are the order of the day.

I get in a long, hard workout, and feel righteous. By the time I shower off the sweat and dress, it’s time for our hawk walk. My first experience with a hawk on my glove two years ago is one of my best memories. This new one will go down in the books, too.

BW opts to take photos, so it’s Jason, Kat and me for the hawks. You can hear the hawks talking as you walk down the path to the gate, and inside, they’re on their perches in their enclosures,...

Ireland Day 9 — Revisiting

A pretty day for rambling, with a first stop in Cong and the pharmacy for some cough medicine for Kat. It’s well-timed as we’re just coming out when the Brit team drives by on their way to the airport. We get a last goodbye. Though we all hoped they’d miss their plane and be able to stay longer, we hope it was a smooth flight.

We’re onto Ballintubber Abbey, and stop in the Tourist Office for directions there and onto Ross Errily Friary. Even with them with make a wrong turn quickly, and just a...

Ireland Day 8 — Tea with Nora

I wake to my view of Lough Corrib, and that’s a fine start to any day. Apparently in poured rain sometime in the morning, but I missed it–at the keyboard or in the shower.

I borrow BW’s shower as my lady’s has a tub. It’s rather marvelous, all marble with a generous rain head. My favorite is the little window. Every shower should have one! There’s a frosted glass panel to close if you’re shy, and a mirror so the gentleman can multi-task and shave.

Today is for tea at the Lodge here at Ashford,...