She just dumped Kyle—her sorry excuse of a cheating ex—and is determined to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow during the annual St. Patty’s Day pub crawl. Green beer and hot guys are a plenty, and all she has to do is point and choose.
Finn and Liam are cousins vacationing in the States from across the pond. When they planned their time in New Orleans, they hadn’t a clue they’d be caught in the wild crosshairs of St. Patrick’s themed festivities. Pleasantly surprised and feeling right at home, they post up at one of the local bars and knock back enough of the strange emerald lager to put down a sorority girl. Until a buzzed Brigid runs head-first into the twosexy Irishmen and spills her fourth—or is it fifth—beer all over them.
This lass might’ve been on a salacious mission, but never did she think she’d be doubling her luck.
As the body shot counter rises and inhibitions run wild, Brigid allows herself to get swept off her feet…and bent over a railing in the French Quarter. Finn and Liam might not be leprechauns, but by the end of the night, Brigid is spent, sated, and thoroughly convinced these Irishmen do, in fact, have magical powers.
Enough that Kyle and his wandering peen are…
Wait, who’s Kyle, again?
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Dublin my Luck: A St. Paddy's Menage Novella (Festive ASF)
She just dumped Kyle—her sorry excuse of a cheating ex—and is determined to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow during the annual St. Patty’s Day pub crawl. Green beer and hot guys are a plenty, and all she has to do is point and choose.
Finn and Liam are cousins vacationing in the States from across the pond. When they planned their time in New Orleans, they hadn’t a clue they’d be caught in the wild crosshairs of St. Patrick’s themed festivities. Pleasantly surprised and feeling right at home, they post up at one of the local bars and knock back enough of the strange emerald lager to put down a sorority girl. Until a buzzed Brigid runs head-first into the twosexy Irishmen and spills her fourth—or is it fifth—beer all over them.
This lass might’ve been on a salacious mission, but never did she think she’d be doubling her luck.
As the body shot counter rises and inhibitions run wild, Brigid allows herself to get swept off her feet…and bent over a railing in the French Quarter. Finn and Liam might not be leprechauns, but by the end of the night, Brigid is spent, sated, and thoroughly convinced these Irishmen do, in fact, have magical powers.