It’s hate-at-first-sight when a jilted Irish chef returns home to Inishmore and immediately clashes with a mouthy American tourist. This steamy romance novel from the author of the New York Times bestselling Jewel series “checks all the boxes for a steamy Irish summer holiday escape." —Abby Jimenez, author of Just for the Summer Cordelia James was once at the top of her game—a renowned street photographer with a massive social media following, gallery showings in Chelsea, and a lucrative book deal. But after the sudden death of her father, Cordelia can barely force herself to leave her apartment. That is, until she sees an ad for a summer gig at a cozy cottage on Ireland’s picturesque Inishmore island. Cordelia is on a plane before she can talk herself out of it. The moment she steps off the boat, she crashes—literally—into Niall O’Connor, a grumpy local who’s just returned home to Inishmore from Dublin. Niall is nursing a broken heart and trying to patch up a broken life, and he has no time for posh American tourists. The more Cordelia’s and Niall’s paths cross, the more they make each other’s lives hell. But as with all rivalries, their hatred is about to reach a tipping point—and it’s going to heat up their cool coastal nights. Featuring a lovable band of quirky supporting characters, The Irish Goodbye is a steamy, emotionally gripping tale of love, passion, art, food, and finding where you belong. Praise for The Irish Goodbye : “Compulsively readable . . . The magical atmosphere of Inishmore and its residents will captivate readers.” — Library Journal , starred review  “Ewing checks all the boxes for a steamy Irish summer holiday escape.” —Abby Jimenez, New York Times bestselling author of Part of Your World “Rich, warm, and deeply romantic, The Irish Goodbye is effortlessly charming. I want to live inside the world Amy Ewing has lovingly crafted.” —Cara Bastone, author of Ready or Not “A charming and fun read that will have you pining for a summer on a misty Irish island.” —Georgie Tilney, author of Beach Rivals As the daughter of a librarian, books were a crucial part of Amy Ewing 's childhood. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from The New School, and her young adult fantasy novel The Jewel became a New York Times and international bestseller. Amy lives in New York City with her senior rescue dog. The Irish Goodbye is her debut novel for adults. The bus ride was less pleasant than the train, with lots of lurching and sharp turns. They drove through simple Irish suburbs, on roads that seemed too narrow to hold such a large vehicle.   The clouds had officially won the tug-of-war by the time she reached the ferry; she boarded the boat alongside a tall man with jet-black hair and blue eyes, talking in a low, irritated voice on his phone. Cordelia caught the words “I said I’d do it, Da, isn’t that enough?” before he walked up to the next level. Her heart pinched—what she wouldn’t give to have an argument with her father again or hear his voice over the phone. She found a seat and stared out across the rolling waves, slate-gray and gloomy blue.   The ferry ride was an hour and Cordelia got herself another coffee from the little café on board. The jet lag was setting in, her eyelids drooping, her brain turning to mush. She hoped she wouldn’t be expected to do anything grandma or cleaning related today. A light rain began to fall, leaving a pretty pattern across the waves, but by the time the ferry had pulled into the dock at Kilronan Harbor, it had faded to a gentle mist.   Cordelia’s heart kicked up a notch as she got her bag and waited in line to disembark. Alison had said she would pick her up, and as she walked down the gangplank, Cordelia saw the same black-haired man descending from the upper deck, still on his phone.   She stepped down onto the concrete pier and headed toward the lot full of cars. Kilronan was the largest town on the island, but that wasn’t saying much. There were several brightly painted houses surrounding the harbor, squares of yellow and pink. She saw a big stone building with large white letters declaring it the Aran Sweater Market.   The harbor was as picturesque as she’d hoped it would be— and bustling with people. See, Liz? Cordelia thought smugly. This was perfect. Two old women were chatting outside the market while a small brown dog sniffed at the entranceway. A young man was leaning against the pink house smoking a cigarette.   Her fingertips tingling with excitement, she reached into her bag to take her camera out. This was the moment. Her photography was about to change, she could feel it.   As she was lifting the strap to secure the camera around her neck, she stepped six inches to her left to get the exact right framing of the two market women. But she was so excited by the pros- pect of the photograph that she didn’t look where she was going, and she collided with the person behind her. She watched in horror, like an out-of-bod