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  • Series: The Ireland Series
  • Mass Market Paperback: 378 pages
  • Publisher: Mira; Reprint edition (June 28, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0778329909
  • ISBN-13: 978-0778329909
  • Product Dimensions: 1 x 4.3 x 6.5 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 6.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 3.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (68 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #680,850 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Carla Neggers is a New York Times bestselling author whose books have been translated into dozens of languages and earned her critical praise and the loyalty of readers. A graduate of Boston University and a former journalist, Carla grew up in rural western Massachusetts, where as a child she used to climb trees to write. She lives with her family in Vermont and travels extensively. www.CarlaNeggers.com

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Beara Peninsula, Southwest Ireland—late September

Scoop Wisdom opened his daypack, got out his water bottle and took a drink. He sat on a cold, damp rock inside the remains of the isolated Irish stone cottage where the long summer had started with a beautiful woman, a tale of magic and fairies—and a killer obsessed with his own ideas of good and evil.

The autumn equinox had passed. Summer was over. Scoop told himself it was a new beginning, but he had unfinished business. It'd been gnawing at him ever since he'd regained consciousness in his Boston hospital room a month ago, after a bomb blast had almost killed him.

He was healed. It was time to go home and get back to work. Be a cop again.

He set his water bottle back in his pack and zipped up the outer compartment. A solitary ray of sunshine penetrated the tangle of vines above him where once there'd been a thatched roof. He could hear the rush of the stream just outside the ruin.

And water splashing. Scoop shifted position on the rock, listening, but there was no doubt. Someone—or something—was tramping in the stream that wound down from the rocky, barren hills above Kenmare Bay. He hadn't seen anyone on his walk up from the cottage where he was staying on a quiet country lane.

He stood up. He could hear laughter now.

A woman's laughter.

Irish fairies, maybe? Out here on the southwest Irish coast, on the rugged Beara Peninsula, he could easily believe fairies were hiding in the greenery that grew thick on the banks of the stream.

He stepped over fallen rocks to the opening that had served as the only entrance to what once had been someone's home. He could feel a twinge of pain in his hip where shrapnel had cut deep when the bomb went off at the triple-decker he owned with Bob O'Reilly and Abigail Browning, two other Boston detectives. He had taken most of the blistering shards of metal and wood in the meatier parts of his back, shoulders, arms and legs, but one chunk had lodged in the base of his skull, making everyone nervous for a day or so. A millimeter this way or that, and he'd be dead instead of wondering if fairies were about to arrive at his Irish ruin for a visit.

He heard more water splashing and more female laughter.

"I know, I know." It was a woman, her tone amused, her accent American. "Of course I'd run into a big black dog up here in these particular hills."

In his two weeks in Ireland, Scoop had heard whispers about a large, fierce black dog occasionally turning up in the pastures above the small fishing and farming village. He'd seen only sheep and cows himself.

He peered into the gray mist. The morning sun was gone, at least for the moment. He'd learned to expect changeable weather. Brushed by the Gulf Stream, the climate of the Southwest was mild and wet, but he'd noticed on his walks that the flowers of summer were fading and the heather on the hills was turning brown.

"Ah." The woman again, still out of sight around a sharp bend in the stream. "You're coming with me, are you? I must be very close, then. Lead the way, my new friend."

The ruin was easy to miss amid the dense trees and undergrowth on the banks of the stream. If he hadn't known where to look, Scoop would have gone right past it his first time out here.

A woman with wild, dark red hair ducked under the low-hanging branches of a gnarly tree. Ambling next to her in the shallow water was, indeed, a big black dog.

The woman looked straight at Scoop, and even in the gray light, he saw that she had bright blue eyes and freckles—a lot of freckles. She was slim and angular, her hair down to her shoulders, damp and tangled. She continued toward him, the dog staying close to her. She didn't seem particularly taken aback by finding a man standing in the doorway of the remote ruin. Scoop wouldn't blame her if she did. Even before the bomb blast, he had looked, according to friends and enemies alike, ferocious with his thick build, shaved head and general take-no-prisoners demeanor.

For sure, no one would mistake him for a leprechaun or a fairy prince.

Her left foot sank into a soft spot and almost ended up in the water. Mud stains came to the top of her wellies. "I saw footprints back there," she said cheerfully, pointing a slender hand in the direction she'd just come. "Since I've never run into a cow or a sheep that wears size-twelve shoes, I figured someone else was out here. A fine day for a walk, isn't it?"

"It is," Scoop said.

"I don't mind the outbreaks of rain." She tilted her head back, letting the mist collect on her face a moment, then smiled at him. "I don't do well in the sun."

Scoop stepped down from the threshold and nodded to the dog, still panting at her side. "Yours?"

"No, but he's a sweetheart. I suppose he could be aggressive if he or someone he cared about felt threatened."

A warning? Scoop noticed she wore a rain jacket the same shade of blue as her eyes and held an iPhone in one hand, perhaps keeping it available in case she needed to call for help. It would be easy to think it was still 1900 in this part of Ireland, but that would be a mistake. For one thing, the area had decent cell phone coverage.

"Looks as if you two have bonded."

"I think we have, indeed." She slipped the iPhone into a jacket pocket. "You're the detective who saved that girl's life when the bomb went off at your house in Boston last month—Wisdom, right? Detective Cyrus Wisdom?"

He was instantly on alert, but he kept his voice even. "Most people call me Scoop. And you would be?"

"Sophie—Sophie Malone. We have friends in common," she said, easing past him to the ruin. The dog stayed by the stream. "I'm from Boston originally. I'm an archaeologist."

"What kind of archaeologist?"

She smiled. "The barely employed kind. You're in Ireland to recuperate? I heard you were hurt pretty badly."

"I ended up here after attending a friend's wedding in Scotland a few weeks ago."

"Abigail Browning's wedding. She's the detective who was kidnapped when the bomb went off."

"I know who she is."

Sophie Malone seemed unfazed by his response. Abigail was still on her extended honeymoon with Owen Garrison, an international search-and-rescue expert with roots in Boston, Texas and Maine. Will Davenport had offered them his house in the Scottish Highlands for their long-awaited wedding, and they'd accepted, quickly gathering family and friends together in early September. Scoop, just out of the hospital, had had no intention of missing the ceremony.

"Wasn't it too soon for you to fly given your injuries?" Sophie asked.

"I got through it."

She studied him, her expression suggesting a focused, intelligent mind. He had on a sweatshirt and jeans, but she'd be able to see one of his uglier scars, a purple gash that started under his right ear and snaked around the back of his head. Finally she said, "It must be hard not to be in Boston with the various ongoing investigations.

You have all the bad guys, though, right? They're either dead or under arrest—"

"I thought you said you were an archaeologist. How do you know all this?"

"I keep up with the news."

That, Scoop decided, wasn't the entire truth. He was very good—one of the best in the Boston Police Department—at detecting lies and deception, and if Sophie Malone wasn't exactly lying, she wasn't exactly telling the truth, either.

She placed her hand on the rough, gray stone of the ruin. "You know Keira Sullivan, don't you?"

Keira was the folklorist and artist who had discovered the ruin three months ago, on the night of the summer solstice. She was also Lieutenant Bob O'Reilly's niece. "I do, yes," Scoop said. "Is Keira one of the friends we have in common?"

"We've never met, actually." Sophie stepped up onto the crumbling threshold of the ruin. "This place has been abandoned for a long time."

"According to local villagers, the original occupants either died or emigrated during the Great Famine of the 1840s."

"That would make sense. This part of Ireland was hit hard by the famine and subsequent mass emigration. That's how my family ended up in the U.S. The Malone side." She glanced back at Scoop, a spark in her blue eyes. "Tell me, Detective Wisdom, do you believe fairies were here that night with Keira?"

Scoop didn't answer. Standing in front of an Irish ruin with a scary black dog and a smart, pretty redhead, he could believe just about anything. He took in his surroundings—the fine mist, the multiple shades of green, the rocks, the rush of the stream. His senses were heightened, as if Irish fairies had put a spell on him.

He had never been so in danger of falling in love at first sight.

He gave himself a mental shake. Was he out of his mind? He grinned at Sophie as she stepped down from the ruin. "You're not a fairy princess yourself, are you?"

She laughed. "That would be Keira. Artist, folklor-ist and fairy princess." Sophie's expression turned more serious. "She wasn't reckless coming out here alone, you know."

"Any more than you are being reckless now?"

"Or you," she countered, then nodded to the dog, who had flopped in the wet grass. "Besides, I have my new friend here. He doesn't appear to have any quarrel with you. He joined me when I got to the stream. He must be the same dog who helped Keira the night she was trapped here."

"You didn't read that i...

More About the Author

Carla Neggers has been spinning stories ever since she climbed a tree with pad and pen at age eleven. Now she is the New York Times bestselling author of almost 70 novels, with millions of books sold in over 30 countries. Her popular Sharpe & Donovan romantic suspense series featuring FBI agents Emma Sharpe and Colin Donovan launched with Saint's Gate in 2011 and has been praised as "a breathtaking reading experience" (Providence Journal) and "gripping and suspenseful" (Nashua Telegraph). In 2012, her Swift River Valley series debuted with Secrets of the Lost Summer, which garnered a starred review from Booklist and a Top Pick from RT Book Reviews and shot onto the New York Times, USA Today and Publishers Weekly bestseller lists.

Growing up in rural Massachusetts with a Dutch father, a Southern mother and six brothers and sisters, Carla developed an eye for detail and a love of a good story. Her imagination, curiosity and sense of adventure are key to creating the complex relationships, fast-paced plots and deep sense of place in her books.

When she isn't writing, Carla loves to travel, hike, garden and spend time with family and friends. She and her husband, Joe, are frequent travelers to Ireland and divide their time between Boston and their hilltop home in Vermont, not far from Quechee Gorge.

For more information and to contact Carla, visit her Web site: www.CarlaNeggers.com and join the conversation at www.facebook.com/carlaneggers and www.twitter.com/carlaneggers.

Photo credit: Julie Ireland

Customer Reviews

I couldn't finish this book.
feysidhe
The Whisper by Carla Neggers was a great read, she is a great arthor and I would recommend it to all my friends.
LeVern Facundus
The secondary characters are just as inspiring.
April A. Renn

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43 of 45 people found the following review helpful By April A. Renn on June 30, 2010
Format: Hardcover
THE WHISPER by Carla Neggers is a delightful, adventurous, romantic suspense thriller set in modern day Ireland and America. It is well written with depth and details, It has alot of information in reference to ancient Irish folklore, legend and artifacts. It is the sequel to The Mist. It has romance, suspense, ancient rituals, forklore, legend, lost artifacts, adventure, intrigue and some sweet sensuality. It is about a diabolical screme using ancient Irish rituals to gain power and success. The hero is an Internal Affair officer, who was wounded a few months earlier due to a bomb blast. He is strong, intelligent, a force to reckon with and travels to Ireland to recuperate. The heroine is an archeologist who is out to find the truth, she was left for dead in a cave in Ireland. these two meet in Ireland by accident and there is love at first sight. They go back to the USA to their jobs, where fate or fairies are at work and put the two together. They together with the help of others find the truth. The secondary characters are just as inspiring. We see romance and love come together between several of the characters. this is a fast paced, page turning story. A must read and a keeper. I would recommend this book, especially if you enjoy intrigue, suspense, myth and legends. This book was received for review from Net Galley and details can be found at My Book Addiction and More and Mira Books.
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10 of 10 people found the following review helpful By Mary Crawford on July 10, 2010
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In a word, this book was teeth-grindingly boring. There are too many characters, too much history and lead characters that we don't know enough about emotionally to care about. Don't waste your money.
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12 of 13 people found the following review helpful By Tracy Vest VINE VOICE on November 15, 2010
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I have never been so lost while reading a book in my life. It was obvious by page 20 that this book was part of a series and that the author assumes that readers have read them in order. Details from past books cloud the first 50 pages (and frankly, are more interesting than the story at hand). There are so many characters floating in and out of the story that you need a score card to keep track of them. It jumps from Ireland to Boston (I was not aware that so many people from Boston seem to have a second home in Ireland).

I guess I could have gone back and read the first three novels, but frankly it was not interesting enough to warrant it, as I already want four hours of my life back. I was so confused with the storyline and trying to ascertain who was who, who was married to whom, what happened where, whose hair was a deeper shade of red, and whether or not I gave a care. I had to give up. I could not really tell you what this is about other than a muddled mess that I am shocked made it into a hard bound book. Thank goodness it was a vine offering and I did not waste $15 on it.
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8 of 9 people found the following review helpful By Laura B on July 7, 2010
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This is the 4th book in a series about the Boston PD/FBI and Ireland. The story picks up with Cyrus "Scoop" Wisdom recovering from a bomb blast that destroyed his home that he shares with fellow police officers Abigail Browning and Bob O'Reilly. He is in Ireland recovering and getting his thoughts together about who may be responsible for the bombing of his home. When he visits "Keira's" ruin (read The Angel), he meets beautiful and mysterious archeologist Sophie Malone. Scoop and Sophie's paths then begin to intertwine as fate seems to keep them together. There is more to Sophie than she lets on and Scoop is determined to find out what she is hiding.

This is a continuing story and if you have not read the previous 3 books (The Widow, The Angel, and The Mist) you will most certainly be lost. This is not a stand alone book, but each book contains a smaller story that does wrap up within the covers. It has been a couple of months since I read The Mist and I spent the first 1/3 of the book trying to recall some of the story to catch up and remember who did what and why.

Although this book is classified as a "romantic suspense," the romance really is secondary to the whole story. As far as romances go, it is fine, but nothing exciting. The book's true worth is within the mystery of the story.

This is actually my favorite of the series.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful By J. Mullally VINE VOICE on February 21, 2011
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This is a total muddle from start to finish with barely a hint of suspense or falling in love romance. Everyone is just paired off like so many characters in a Shakespearean comedy at the end, where they all live happily ever after in the rush of only a couple of pages. You need a cast list to try to get through all the who's who and what are they doing. After 50 pages or so I could not have cared less.
The only slight saving grace of this book is the location, Ireland, but it is all so 'touristy' and the 'pagan rituals' so absurd and indeed pretty insulting to any practising pagan, that it all just reads like a poor imitation of a certain other extremely popular romance author whose suspense romances have a Celtic twist. I used to love Carla Neggers' suspense romances. This book is neither.
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