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The Irish are Coming. Grab yours today.
The Irish are Coming. Grab yours today.
I’m so excited to share my news with you, babes! I’ve teamed up with three awesome authors to bring you a co-joined series of standalone books with the theme of ST PATRICK’S DAY connecting them. They can be read in any order as the characters don’t cross over. I hope you discover a new author to love!
Now let me introduce you to Ronan and Catherine.
A retired con artist never loses his skills.
A liar always has a lie ready.
Of course, it’s a woman that brings me to a stand-still.
The woman. The spoiled Manhattan Princess herself.
She’s the kind of innocent that wets my tongue.
Makes my body come alive.
She’s sweet, she’s joy, she’s a pain in my neck and I want to ruin her.
I lied to push her away.
I lied to keep her.
My agenda is simple.
To call that Irish liar’s bluff and to win his love and devotion by St Patrick’s Day.
He claims the passion between us can be burned out so easily.
I need to prove we can have a lifetime of desire that will never disintegrate.
Wɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʟɪᴀʀ?
I need all the saints on my side.
Because Ronan MacNamara is mine.
Have you met Tom and Mack yet?
“You placed a bet to fuck me by your birthday…forgive me, am I supposed to be fucking flattered by this?”
I winced after every sharp word. “When you put it like that, I know it sounds fucked up, but I swear I didn’t agree to it, I just let the others think I had to shut them up. Hindsight I should have made it clear I wanted nothing to do with it. What I feel is real, Tom. Nothing to do with a fucking bet. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
Tom dropped the case of bottles on to the counter as if he only just realized he was still cradling them. He worked his jaw like he was trying to chew glass, but eventually he said, “Oh, the games of little boys. I applaud you, Mack, you got me. Enjoy your winnings.” He announced. And he was back to calling me Mack and though he’d overheard something shitty, I would have preferred he never hear…ever, it’s my name from his thinned-out lips that bothered me the most. He called me Mack when he wanted to put distance between us.
My panic increased, I couldn’t believe I’d screwed up this badly.
I stepped into his path when he tried to move around me.
“Get out of the way, Mack. I’m leaving.”
“Not like this. Don’t go like this, not over something funny we can laugh about later.”
“Humiliating me is funny? Placing a bet with your friends on when you could nail me is laughable?” After each grated word I felt his anger tearing at my insides like a claw hammer leaving my guts exposed. This had gone to shit so fast my head was still spinning and I couldn’t see any angle to fix it.
“Did you take pictures to send to the press too?”
“Fuck no! Tom, please, don’t. I promise you it wasn’t anything like that. I love you, I would never humiliate you.”
He didn’t so much as pause at my declaration. He looked right through me. “Forgive me for not believing a word that comes out of your mouth. Now get the fuck out of the way, you don’t want me to make a scene at your own party.”
“Fuck the party. We’ll both leave. We’ll go to your place and talk about this.”
“As far as I’m concerned we’ve nothing more to say.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Bet you I do.”
Ouch. Direct hit. Point made. Painful as fuck.
★.•°★°•.★TOM and MACK are here! Are you #𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐤?★.•°★°•.★
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
Grab your copy of boys kissing today!
Goodreads TBR: https://bit.ly/2sU7RUM
Here they are!! My first dive into MM Romance. I hope you enjoy Tom and Mack as much I did getting to know their love story. If you love boys kissing books, this is for you. If you love age-gap romances, this is for you. If you love being in my Manhattan world, this book is for you. Enjoy, babes. There will be more from the MANHATTAN series with a brand new couple later in the year.
Until then, fall in love with a salty model and his ever-so-sweet and bossy boy.
Lots of love and Manhattan kisses,