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Nuala Ní Chonchúir

Nuala Ní Chonchúir was born in Dublin in 1970; she lives in East Galway. Her fourth short story collection Mother America was published by New Island in 2012; The Irish Times said of it: ‘Ní Chonchúir’s precisely made but deliciously sensual stories mark her as a carrier of Edna O’Brien’s flame.’ Her début novel You (New Island, 2010) was called ‘a gem’ by The Irish Examiner and ‘a heart-warmer’ by The Irish Times. Nuala’s second novel will be published by New Island in 2014.

 

 

 

 

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There by The Devil’s Punch Bowl, the A3 is alive with murmurs; paperback pages, wedged under the tarmac, release their whispers: ‘I will wait for you in the Piano Bar,’ Antonio Marcolini says; the velvet stroke of his deep tone makes every pore of Claire’s skin lift. The cattle at Highcombe Bottom stop grazing and cock their ears, the better to hear. She is beautiful, utterly gorgeous. Her wide lavender eyes caught his attention first, and, below them, a generous mouth, slightly parted, is just begging to be kissed. In the oak on Gibbet Hill, the wood warbler and redstart quieten their song and wait. ‘Relax, bella,’ Antonio murmurs, his midnight-dark eyes dancing. ‘I won’t eat you.’ His mouth finds hers in a kiss so searing she thinks she’ll go up in flames. Saint Dunstan, who once made a thousand cocks crow, lies in his tomb and listens. Antonio repeats her name and it trails over Claire bringing everything screaming to life. His control in tatters, he follows her into the boiling maelstrom of their release. In cars, men and women wonder at their sudden rushes of lust, at words they did not think they would say, and lay-bys they never thought they would occupy, on the A3, there by The Devil’s Punch Bowl.

 

 

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