The Forgotten Ones

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    Tears burned behind my eyes as I spun on my heel, and let the gate swing closed behind me. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could but skidded to a halt when I saw the three familiar men standing by my SUV. Liam, Aodhan, and Deaghlan watched as I made my walk of shame back from my cousin’s house.
    “Liam?” My mind registered that they must be waiting for me. Immediately my thoughts went to my mother. She should be in the house; I hadn’t heard anything otherwise from Gram. “What’s wrong?”
    I vaguely heard the groaning of the gate opening behind me, and a voice calling out to me, but I was caught in Deaghlan’s blue stare again, and he was pulling me toward him like a tractor beam.
    “Al?”
    The trance was broken when I realized it was Ethan saying my name.
    I turned and saw him walking toward me, raking both of his hands through his damp hair.
    I couldn’t trust myself to speak, so I turned back to Liam, avoiding Deaghlan completely.
    “Hello, Allison,” Deaghlan said anyway as he sauntered over and kissed my forehead. As he pulled back, he stared hard at Ethan.
    I peered back over my shoulder to see Ethan’s eyes widen with surprise. He quickly looked over at Liam, his gaze questioning.
    “What’s going on?” I asked. “Why are you here?”
    Liam cleared his throat, looking down at the ground. When he raised his eyes up to mine, his face was ashen.
    “Aoife has escaped.”

Liam{Lee-um}
    Niamh{Neev}
    Aoife{Ay-fuh}
    Breanh{Bran}
    Diarmuid{Der-mott}
    Niall {Neal}
    Blaithin{Blaw-heen}
    Tagdh{Tag}
    Eithne{En-ya}
    Aodhan {Ay-den}
    Saoirse{Sare-shuh}
    Deaghlan{Deck-lun}

I may be the author of The Forgotten Ones , but I could never have done it alone.
    I would like to thank editing goddess, Rebecca T Dickson, for spending hour after hour in the trenches with me, pushing me to Just Write!
    My developmental editor, Danielle Poiesz, for helping me see through the chunk of stone that was draft one to the novel I present to the world.
    My conceptual editor, Erin Reel, for spending time talking with me about my beloved characters and learning who they really were.
    Diane J Reed for inspiring me to dig deeper into my soul.
    Joanna Penn and Marie Forleo for teaching me that I could be creative and business savvy.
    Autumn from Autumn Review, Andrea from The Bookish Babes, and Taryn Celucci from My Secret Romance for helping me understand the right way to approach Book Bloggers.
    My amazing team of Super Sekrit Ninjas Peggy, Amy, Anna, Tobi and the entire gang for having faith in me before reading a word I wrote, and sharing my story with the world.
    My Indie Girls for giving me a shoulder to cry on when I wasn’t feeling like I could make it: Allie Brennan, Nikki Jefford, Liz Long, Suzan Tisdale, Raine Thomas, Bethany Lopez and many more.
    A special thanks to my husband and four incredible kids for not giving up on me when I’ve basically been AWOL this past year.
    And lastly to my Mom and Dad for instilling in me that I could do anything if I believed in myself and didn’t give up.
    Thanks dpgroup forum.