Irish Satire

With green eyes and an easy smile, Frank McCabe stole me away from the nightmares that awaited me at home. But the son of the Irish Mob would never be mine. I belonged to the Italians. And the moment my mother sold me to the head of the Italian Mafia, I became the one the people of Boston were warned about. The only person more feared than me in our city is the Irish Ghost. When I finally flee my marital prison with my sons and my sister in tow, I unwittingly run straight into the ghost of the Irishman who died in a fiery explosion years ago.

Brought to you by Penguin. The hilarious new satire from the bestselling author of the Ross O'Carroll-Kelly series There’s only one idea more foolish than dividing Ireland – and that’s trying to put it back together again. Meet Fiach O’Bric: career diplomat, recent widower, and a man...