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About BRENNAN
Errin's homesick phone calls to her family in Jersey were getting longer and more frequent. Moving to Austin so the three Walsh sisters could be together again had been a total bust. With her mind set on her final shot at making it as a dancer back in Jersey, she never saw the handsome and broody bartender coming. Falling for the eleven year older Mills brother is exactly NOT what she needs right now.
Within the first thirty seconds in meeting Errin for the first time, Brennan concluded they would never be a thing or even friends for that matter.But then one night, Brennan sees Errin in a different light. Has the best thing that could ever happen to him been sitting right under his nose all this time? Their push and pull is making him crazy. Brennan finally found the one that could match him and he is all in. But is Errin? Or is Brennan too late?
Lucky Irish series: Brennan is the third book in the funny, sweet and steamy Lucky Irish series about the love lives of several Irish families in Austin, Texas. Each book is an interconnected standalone, a new sexy romance but let us also catch up with favorite characters from the series.
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Why, oh why, had she drank so much last night? Halloween… Birthday cake… Her brothers who flew in to surprise her… Kissing Brennan…. Back up… Kissing Brennan? She shot up in bed but wished she hadn’t. She groaned at the piercing pain inside her brain. Nooo, she kissed him? Hmm, come to think of it. He kissed her. Ha, that old fox, eh? And he never once gave her the least bit of attention these past months. Huh. She never took the time to let her mind go there with him. Sure, he wasn’t hard to look at. Okay—breathtakingly beautiful in a dark and moody way was more descriptive of his looks. But Errin had been around the block. She could spot an emotionally detached bachelor from a mile away. And Brennan had it written all over that handsome, worry lined face of his. Not to mention that as a Mills brother, he was sort of family now since both of her sisters had paired up with two of his four brothers. She lifted the comforter and was happy to find her leotard and tutu still intact. Her ballet slippers were in a pool of white-laced ribbon next to the bed, but she didn’t have time to put on her shoes and tie the ribbon around her calves. She needed to get out of here. Now. What happened last night, hmm just hours ago, had been a mistake. A glance at her phone told her it was five in the morning. She checked if her cards and key were in her phone case. She opened the flash light app on her phone and turned off the bedside lamp. Her pedicured black painted toenails showed in the harsh and tunneled light. She tilted her phone and spotted a door. Next up was grabbing her shoes before tiptoeing around the room. When the snoring from the other room continued, she took a few pensive steps. She pushed the door, and it creaked open. She cringed at the sound. The snoring grew louder, and she grinned. Brennan must have been used to it, as he often let Pops crash in his apartment. She opened the door to the stairs leading down to the pub when a rough hand grabbed her shoulder. “What the fuck?” roared a deep voice behind her. She gasped and almost shit herself in angst. She stumbled backwards, and the room tilted upside down as she careened down the stairs. Her head hit the wall. “Ouch. That hurts,” she said, rubbing her head. “Errin! Fuck!” Brennan shouted. He reached down with rough hands and picked her up. He held her close to his warm body, the scent of sandalwood engulfing her. “Come,” he whispered in her hair. She leaned in and sniffed behind Brennan’s ear. He smelled so damn nice. He tensed and cleared his throat. “Ye fuckin’ scared me half to death. What were ye even thinkin’ of doin’ out there?” Brennan’s reprimanding and stern voice brought her out of her haze. The Mills brothers only threw out the Irish sounding ‘ye’s’ when pissed off. Well, she’d show him pissed off. “I wanted to bump and grind your stairway, asshole. What else did you think I wanted to do?” He walked them back into the apartment that was flooded in light. “What’s all that ruckus about? Boyo!” Pops stood halfway in the spare bedroom’s doorway in red plaid pajamas with his hand still on the light switch in the living room. His gray hair pointed in all directions and he eyed them. Oh, how she loved that massive grumpy bear. “It was nothing. Go back to bed, Pops.” “Don’t ye tell yer grandfather to go back to bed, ye brat. I’ll tell ye, I might be old, but you’ll never send me away like a damn child. Ye hear?” “I’m sorry, Pops.” Brennan sighed and his warm breath tickled Errin’s neck, making her shudder. He tightened his grip on her. “She just scared the ever living shit out of me.” “Ahh, if that ain’t me dear lass,” Pops said, eyes gleaming. “Will ye look at that? Now, ain’t youse two a sight for sore eyes?” Errin squeaked when Brennan almost let her slip out of his hands. “Okay, Pops. Let it go.” “Aye, boyo. I’ll let youse alone. Give youse some private time, eh?” Pops’ smiling face was infectious, making Errin grin. “Pops—” But Pops held up his big calloused hand and shut the door behind him. Pops put on some old Frank Sinatra song and when the first frolic tunes of ‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin’ started, Brennan snorted. “Shit. The older he gets, the more—” “I love Pops. He’s the best. He’s the only one who can handle me and my big mouth,” Errin folded her arms over her chest and jutted her chin at him. Brennan guffawed, his inky hair falling over his eyes as he glanced down at her in his arms. “Oh, I can handle you just fine.” She rolled her eyes before she narrowed them at him. “Will you just set me down already?” He walked them over to his worn but comfy looking brown couch. He sat her down, the spot on the couch underneath her bum still warm where he’d just been sleeping. “So. What do we have here?” he said before he took a seat on the edge of the low coffee table in front of her. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of worn gray sweatpants. His strong pecs distracted her enough to not wince from her pain as he trailed a finger over her hurt ankle. Hair covered his chest, making him somehow even manlier. If she leaned in just a teeny bit, she could suck on his pointy nipple. Was he aroused or just cold? He knelt before her just in time before she did something stupid. “Let me have a closer look.” He picked up her left leg and a sharp pain stung in her ankle. “Ouch! That hurts, ass—” “Well, at least that big mouth of yours still works.” He smirked. “It takes a lot more than some bastard stairs to shut me up.” He chuckled and shook his head. She narrowed her eyes. “You’re so full of yourself. I mean, it ain’t even funny.” “You know, Bunny… I have my ways to shut you up. It worked just fine last night, so if you don’t stop running your mouth, I’m—” “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Don’t tell me you kissed me because you wanted me to shut up. How old are you? Like twelve? Can’t even admit that—” And then he kissed her. Again. But oh, this time it was an even angrier kiss than before. He grabbed the back of her head to hold her in place as he set the pace, growling into her open mouth. She loved the way he took control of the kiss. And even her. His other hand traveled up from her calf to her thigh and halted at her hip. She placed her hand on his chest, familiarizing her fingers with his chest hair. He grabbed her toned waist and scooted her to the edge of the couch. She slid her leg around his waist and her ankle smarted, sending a jolt of pain through her foot. “Aaah. Fuck. That hurts,” she cried. “I don’t want to interrupt ye party, but I also don’t want to listen to an entire CD of Frank at five in the mornin’. Can yous two tone down ye Irish fire?” Pops bellowed.
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