The Pig Comes to Dinner
The second book in the Pig Trilogy—now available as an ebook
Back to his familiar mischief is the obstreperous creature that romped so riotously through The Pig Did It, the bestselling first novel in Joseph Caldwell’s Pig Trilogy. But in Mr. Caldwell’s entertaining porcine sequel, The Pig Comes to Dinner, the porker has some more serious business to attend to. All of the charming characters of the previous book are present again in this delightful new story. Kitty McCloud, now married to Kieran Sweeney, her former rival in one of their district’s oldest blood feuds, has bought an ancient Irish castle with the profits from her popular revisions of classic novels like Jane Eyre. Kitty’s American cousin, Aaron McCloud, has arrived with his new wife, the former Lolly McKeever, to redeliver to Kitty and Kieran their wedding gift of the troublesome pig, who is not at all welcome at the castle. But over their lighthearted discord hangs a weightier problem—Kitty’s new home is inhabited by two comely ghosts from out of the castle’s troubled past. How this haunting couple is dealt with serves only to embellish the allure and humor of Mr. Caldwell’s uniquely theatrical storytelling.
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