After yet another disastrous date where Jess is too awkward, too earnest, too whatever, she's ready to put her romantic daydreams aside. Other than an enchanting Irish accent, her latest date is no Prince Charming. Then the night goes from bad to worse when she's mugged in the parking lot and hits her head. Hard. Hard enough that when Jess wakes up, she's in Ireland. The first person she meets is Eamonn, a quiet, gruff mechanic. Since Jess is stranded with no passport, cell phone, or way to get home, Eamonn becomes her reluctant knight in shining armor. Over the next forty-eight hours, they meander through the cobblestone streets of Dublin and explore the Irish countryside, sharing their deepest fears, quiet hopes, and softest aches. It's a connection that is as electrifying as it is terrifying, because what if Jess falls asleep and Eamonn vanishes like a dream? But a love like this touched by magic and a little bit of luck is never quite as it seems.