Felix is in real trouble this time. Not only did he wake up nearly naked in a foreign country -- drugged and abandoned as a prank -- but soon he finds himself being interviewed by the police after crashing the truck of his handsome rescuer, Ronan Malloy. The only way for Felix to make amends is to work off his debt on the injured Ronan’s shabby, struggling farm. Ronan Malloy and his grandad Lorcan have big plans for their ancestral farm. Their new boutique cheese will put Malloy Cheesery the map. But he hasn't struck it rich yet. Between the bank and his scheming neighbor, he has enough troubles and doesn't want to deal with an untrained Yankee on top of it. Although Felix resents having to stay behind as his friends continue their backpacking adventure across Europe, he begins to see that farm life isn’t so bad. Ronan’s charming smile and sparkling eyes are an added bonus. And Ronan learns soon enough that the Yankee isn't as helpless as he thought. Felix isn’t sure he’s up to the task of saving the deeply indebted Malloy Farm from calamity and devious plots for its downfall, but for Ronan, he’s willing to try.

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

“Kiva and I are fine, thanks.” Felix hugged the dog closer to him and she licked the side of his face.


Felix spent his time looking around the truck’s interior before rolling down the window to stick his head out. A shiver ran up his spine. He was coming out of his hangover daze enough to appreciate how vulnerable he was. He truly did not recognize anything in this town and it was such a singularly beautiful place, he felt sure he should have some recollection if he’d ever seen it before. Fucking Sam. He blinked to keep his watery eyes from spilling over. Kiva leaned into him, solid and reassuring


Ronan hurried out the door of the pub with a dark look on his face that he soon replaced with his usual jovial grin. He walked up to Felix’s window and passed through a shirt and pair of pants. “Don’t say I never got you anythin’.”


Felix wasted no time in pulling on the clothing, not even bothering to look at what he was putting on. The clothes felt warm and comforting. “Oh, thank God.”


Chapter 3