Blánaid thinks there's something wrong with her. It's been months since she's dated, and even if she makes the first move to invite a man out, it seems he can't run away from her fast enough. If it weren't for her best friends, Ronan and Siobhan, Blánaid is sure she'd go crazy with loneliness and despair. Then, one night while watching the sunset, Ronan kisses her and suddenly, the world as Blánaid knows it is thrown into turmoil. She turns to Siobhan for advice and a shoulder to cry on.

Can Blánaid face the truth in Siobhan's words?

The instant his lips touched Blánaid's, Ronan was sure he'd found Heaven. Ever since meeting her, he tried to find a way to tell her how he felt about her. When he overheard her telling Siobhan she never dated the friends they hung out with, he kept his feelings to himself- until this night when everything seemed so right. And he thought she felt the same when she returned his kiss. But when she realized what was happening, she ran from him. Ronan was sure he'd scared her off forever.

Can Ronan settle for just being Blánaid's friend?

Excerpt:

"Love that's true happens only once in a blue moon"

Three Sisters, Dingle Peninsula, Ireland

"What do you suppose is wrong with me?" Blánaid tugged her jumper closer about her body trying to conserve warmth.

Ronan had certainly chosen a chilly enough evening to watch the sunset. He'd driven them out to the Three Sisters headland and they'd climbed to the top of the Middle Peak. To the left was Binn Hanraí, Henry's Peak, to the right was Binn Diarmada, Dermot's Peak and below them nothing but jagged cliff-face.

It was beyond Blánaid's comprehension why the Three Sisters had men's names on two of her peaks. Right now, the only things she knew was that she was freezing her bum off, and that if she were here with a lover, she could snuggle against him for some warmth. The North Atlantic winds were blowing right up the legs of her trousers. She tucked her legs under her, but it did little to alleviate the goosebumps.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Ronan, glancing at her. The breeze caught his sandy colored hair and whipped it around his face for a moment before leaving it in a wild state that gave him a handsomely roguish appeal.

She swallowed hard at his intense gaze and continued. "Just what I said. There must be something wrong with me. It's a lovely Saturday evening and we're sitting here watching a lovely sunset together."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong is that I should be sitting here with a lover with a bottle of wine between us rather than a friend and a flask of tea."

"Are you saying you don't love me, then?"

Blánaid lifted an eyebrow in response to his question, but her unease continued to grow. Even in the fading light, she saw curiosity in his hazel green eyes. His gaze was penetrating, as if he was trying to look into her thoughts. Things had always been easy between them, but something seemed different now and she couldn't quite say what.

She shifted nervously and faced the horizon again. It was awash with amber, gold and russet with streaks of clouds in lavender and peach. Silver starlight began to shimmer along the edges. And the sea echoed the glow along the path of the setting sun, rippling as if on fire. Night was coming quickly on a deep azure velvet sky from the eastern horizon beyond Ballyferriter Village. The moon was out and not quiet full, giving it a lopsided appearance.

The perfect night for lovers, yet Blánaid saw none of it. Instead, all she could think about was her unseasonably dry dating spell.

"What I'm saying is that it's been months since anyone has asked me out. You haven't dated either if I'm guessing right," she told him.

Ronan cleared his throat and said, "Yes, well..."

"And now, if we want to take pleasure in something as simple as a sunset, we have to come out here together."

"Are you saying you don't want to be here with me?"

"Are you telling me you wouldn't rather be sitting here with a woman you love rather than me?"