The Ring of Truth

Publisher: Lion's Paw

ISBN: 978-1500461126

Published: July 13, 2014

Sensuality level: Light sensuality

“I’m glad that guy’s out of town. I’m glad I got to be your fake fiancĂ© for a day.”

-Once Upon A Ring

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Once Upon A Ring (Ring of Truth trilogy)

Kate has joined fellow authors, Ciji Ware and Diana Dempsey, in Ring of Truth, an anthology of related stories set in San Francisco. Kate's story—"Once Upon a Ring"—winner of the 2015 Book Buyers Best Award for Romantic Novella, is available as a single novella, or in the larger Ring of Truth anthology.

Boutique hotel concierge Tara Keegan finds the perfect way to deal with the woes of modern dating—invent a boyfriend. As long as Tara clings to her Mr. Wright, she can’t take the first real step toward happiness—opening her heart. It takes the Ring of Truth, an Irish Claddagh ring given to her by a stranger, on Tara’s finger to show her that she wants more than fiction. Now her heart prompts her to risk all and tell the humiliating truth to a man who’s suddenly very present in her life.


"Once Upon a Ring" 2015 Book Buyers Best Award for Romantic Novella

“More please!”

“An absolute delight!”

“Terrific trilogy.”

So after ripping through the first two novellas, I told myself I would read just a little bit of the last one, Kate Moore's "Once Upon a Ring." Yeah. Right. Just a little. No. I read straight through. Here's the thing about Kate Moore's books. I can't put them down. She's so sure, so right on the mark every time. I've never been disappointed with one of Moore's books. "Once Upon a Ring" is no exception. It's a charming story written with grace and humor. –5 Star Amazon review

And the third story by Kate Moore puts us back in San Francisco with an unlikely relationship between a homeless veteran and a successful female concierge of a 5-star hotel. What the ring does to turn her life around is magic in the making! This is a fast, feel-good read that is probably headed for a TV series! -5 Star Amazon review 



Excerpt

Tara ducked out of the hotel behind a pair of guests as George helped them into a cab. Outside the hotel the fog had lifted on a sparkling, crisp day, sunlight glinting off gleaming skyscrapers and the bright bay. She grabbed a Muni bus down to the financial district.

The late lunch crowd of returning lawyers and legal assistants streamed back into the neo-deco building that housed the firm of Burke, Wright & Ross. Tara’s heels clicked on the patterned floor. With the holiday decorations down, the grand foyer resumed its more understated elegance, not that anyone bunched in front of the elevators noticed. They all seemed intent on snagging a spot on the next car. Tara felt invisible in the mob. She glanced at her phone. To texts. She just had time to do her errand.

A bell rang, the doors opened, and the crowd surged forward. Tara tried to press into the last available space before the doors closed, angling forward, leading with her left shoulder. As she twisted to face the doors, she realized that her bag was going to be caught. She tried to squish back and met a firm hand at her back.

“Whoa, lady, take that trunk of yours and get the next one,” a male voice suggested.

Simultaneously, she felt her bag turned ninety degrees by unseen hands and looked up through the closing doors to catch the merest glimpse of a gorgeous man in a dark gray suit and blue tie. He had wind ruffled dark hair and a pair of steady blue eyes that made her heart catch. He had seen her need and acted. The doors closed on his grin, trapping her bag against her shins as the elevator rose in a quiet whoosh. Feeling that she’d violated the unwritten code of elevator etiquette, Tara hunched her shoulders, and tried to make herself as small as possible. She felt the ring on her finger where her hand clutched her bag and heard again in her head the stranger who’d warned her—Don’t let your bag get in your way. At the first stop three people exited, jostling past her bag, making her tighten her hold on it.

She stepped out on the eleventh floor. Maybe she should retain Burke, Wright & Ross to defend her bag. Really, her bag had never been a problem before today. A tight squeeze in an elevator was just part of city living, and she’d reached her appointment on time. Her bag had hardly held her back. In fact, it had earned her a grin from a handsome stranger.