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Title: A Date for Good Luck

Series: Dating #3

Authors: Heidi McLaughlin & LP Dover
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 9, 2020

 

Blurb
Kiss the Blarney Stone, Hope Dunn is going to need some good ole fashion Irish luck! In the chaos of taxย seasonย the Arizona accountant is pulled away to stand in her cousinโ€™s wedding. All it takes is one step back in the Big Apple, and she regrets making the trip. True to character, her mother uses their time together to hound Hope about getting married and settling down.

Still, Hope fulfills her bridesmaid obligations by joining the bridal party for a shamrock wearing, pint chugging St. Paddyโ€™s day blow out. There she runs into best manโ€”andย smokinโ€™ hot gingerโ€”Kellan Townsend. Far too much green beer later, she finds out exactly what that fine Irish lad keeps under his kilt.

Afterwards, Hope wants nothing more than to walk of shame her way into a dark room and nurse her hangover. Unfortunately, wedding demands wonโ€™t allow it. As if facing Kellan isnโ€™t awkward enough, her mother picks that moment to launch into a fresh guilt-trip over her lack of grandbabies. Like a lucky little Leprechaun, Kellan cuts in with a magical offer.

A pretend romance to get her mother off her back seems like a wish granted. But Kellan has an agenda all his own. Can he use this opportunity to jig his way straight into Hopeโ€™s heart? Or will he need a four-leaf clover to get past this workaholicโ€™s defenses?

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Excerpt

Kellan nods toward the bar. โ€œReady?โ€ He holds out his arm and itโ€™s as if my body moves of its own accord. I take it and he leads me to the bar. โ€œLet me guess, green beer?โ€
โ€œPlease,โ€ I scoff, waving him off, โ€œitโ€™s St. Patrickโ€™s Day. I want a true Irish-inspired drink.โ€
The bartender walks over to us. โ€œWhatโ€™ll it be you two?โ€
Kellan looks to me. โ€œLadies first.โ€
โ€œIโ€™ll take an Irish Eyes,โ€ I say. The bartender nods and smiles and then turns to Kellan.
Kellan laughs at me. โ€œIrish whiskey, huh? I think Iโ€™ll do the same.โ€ The bartender pours the whiskey in a glass and mixes it with a little cream and green crรจme de menthe. Kellan holds up his glass and looks in my eyes. โ€œIt actually matchesย yourย eyes. But youโ€™re not Irish.โ€
I shake my head. โ€œNope. Got a lot of German in me though.โ€
Kellan takes a sip of his drink. โ€œDonโ€™t know why this is called Irish Eyes. The most common eye color among Irish is blue.โ€
Holding up my glass, I clank it against his. โ€œJust like yours.โ€
His blue eyes twinkle and I avert my gaze to my drink. The way he looks at me makes things stir inside of me and I really donโ€™t need my insides to be stirred right now, or even think of it for that matter. I should probably stop drinking.
โ€œSo, tell me,โ€ Kellan calls out, โ€œhow long are you in town for?โ€
I take a sip of my drink, itโ€™s loaded with Irish whiskey. โ€œOnly till the wedding,โ€ I respond, meeting his gaze again. โ€œAfter that, I have to get back.โ€
His lips pull back slightly in that sexy grin of his. โ€œSo, not long then. Hate to hear it.โ€ Iโ€™m starting to hate it too. Shaking my head, I try to drive all indecent thoughts out of my mind, but all I can think about is hearing his voice in the dark, whispering in my ear as he touches me. I push the drink aside and Kellan laughs. โ€œToo much for you?โ€
I rub a hand over my face. The room feels hot, but thatโ€™s probably because Iโ€™m tipsy and heโ€™s making me want things I shouldnโ€™t. โ€œActually, I was a little drunk to begin with. I think I need some air.โ€
Kellan takes my hand. โ€œCome on. Thereโ€™s a private area out back we can sit. Iโ€™ll grab you a bottle of water and we can go out there.โ€
He asks the bartender for a water and hands it to me. We walk out of the private room into the hallway and I guzzle the water as we head toward the door. When Kellan opens it, it leads out onto a balcony that overlooks the river. There are people everywhere and I can hear their chattering, but the cool air feels good on my skin.
โ€œBetter?โ€ Kellan asks.
I nod. โ€œMuch. I just needed some fresh air.โ€ There are two wrought iron chairs and he guides me into one.
โ€œHow much have you had to drink today?โ€
Groaning, I close my eyes. โ€œWell โ€ฆ I was forced into taking Jell-O shots in the limo. To be honest, Iโ€™m not a huge drinker. Doesnโ€™t take much to get me drunk.โ€ Kellan laughs and it makes me smile. Thatโ€™s one of the things I never forgot about him โ€ฆ the way he laughs.
โ€œWhat are you smiling about?โ€ he asks, laughing again.
I turn to face him. โ€œYour laugh. I remember it from a long time ago. You were always so fun to be around. I always thought youโ€™d end up with Hannah one day.โ€
Smiling, he shakes his head. โ€œNo. I always had my eye on someone else. Didnโ€™t work out though.โ€
โ€œYou mean Bridget?โ€ I ask.
โ€œFuck no,โ€ he blurts out. โ€œThat was over a long time ago.โ€
His smile fades and I can see a flash of pain in those blue eyes of his. โ€œWhat happened?โ€
Sighing, he looks off into the distance. โ€œShe did me wrong. Never thought Iโ€™d get hurt, but I did. After she left me for someone else, I just didnโ€™t give a shit anymore.โ€
โ€œIs that when you started growing a beard? In the pictures Hannah and Hallie sent over the years, I thought you were a homeless man.โ€ Thatโ€™s not exactly true. Heโ€™s always been good looking, but I really did hate the long, scraggly beard. Now, he looks sexy with just the stubble.
Kellan chuckles hard. โ€œYou thought I looked homeless? Thatโ€™s messed up, Hope.โ€
I shrug. โ€œHey, you donโ€™t look it now.โ€ I glance down at his green get up. โ€œRight now, you look like a leprechaun.โ€
He peers down at my green tutu. โ€œAnd you look like a silly fairy.โ€ But then he looks up at me and winks. โ€œA cute one, by the way.โ€ We watch the people walk by on the street and theyโ€™re all having such a grand ole time. Itโ€™s easy to get lost in the appeal. Feels like itโ€™s been forever since Iโ€™ve let loose and had fun.
Kellan leans back in his chair. โ€œSo, tell me about yourself. Whatโ€™s changed since the last time I saw you?โ€
I shrug. โ€œNot much. Got older and left town.โ€
His brows lift curiously. โ€œDating anyone?โ€
โ€œNo,โ€ I reply, shaking my head. โ€œI was seeing someone a few months ago, but it didnโ€™t work out. We really didnโ€™t have anything in common. He was all into trail riding on his bike and I just couldnโ€™t get into it. I tried once and broke my wrist.โ€
Kellan snorts. โ€œAnd did he wear that girly looking spandex shit?โ€
The thought makes me smile. โ€œYep, but he wasnโ€™t very masculine to begin with. Maybe thatโ€™s why I really wasnโ€™t attracted to him. Not that I need a man to protect me, but itโ€™d be nice to have someone who could defend my honor if need be.โ€ I roll my eyes. โ€œOkay, I must really be drunk to say crap like that.โ€
He smirks. โ€œI get it. A woman should feel protected when sheโ€™s with her man.โ€
The door opens and Stewart steps out. โ€œThere you both are,โ€ he says, looking concerned.
Kellan stands and I do the same. โ€œIs everything okay?โ€
Stewart sighs. โ€œI think Hallieโ€™s had too much to drink. Sheโ€™s sick so weโ€™re going to head back to the house. The limo should be here in five minutes.โ€
I nod. โ€œWeโ€™ll be there.โ€
Usually, Iโ€™d want the night to end, but I donโ€™t want it to now. Plus, I donโ€™t want to go home. My mother will still be awake and all too ready to finish her conversation about how I need to get busy with my life and find a husband. And if I donโ€™t, sheโ€™ll handle it for me. My goal was to not go home until I knew she was asleep.
โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong?โ€ Kellan asks.
With a heavy sigh, I meet his gaze. โ€œI donโ€™t want to go home just yet.โ€
He shrugs. โ€œThen donโ€™t. You can come with me and Iโ€™ll take you home later.โ€
The thought tempts me, but I donโ€™t know if itโ€™s a good idea or not. I trust Kellan not to do anything stupid, but the problem is me. Iโ€™m the one I need to worry about.
โ€œAre you sure?โ€ I ask, second guessing myself, but then he opens his lips and talks to me in that sexy Irish brogue.
โ€œCome on, lassie. Itโ€™ll be fine.โ€
How can I say no to that?

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Heidi McLaughlin
Heidi McLaughlinย is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal,ย and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers.

Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband, two daughters,ย and their three dogs.

In 2012, Heidi turned her passion for reading into a full-fledged literary career, writing over twenty novels,ย including the acclaimed Forever My Girl.

When writing isnโ€™t occupying her time, you can find her sitting courtside at either of her daughtersโ€™ basketball games.

Heidiโ€™s first novel,ย Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Rothe,ย and openedย in theatersย onย January 19, 2018.

LP Dover
New York Timesย andย USA Todayย bestselling author L. P. Doverย is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Everythingโ€™s sweeter in the South has always been her mantra and she lives by it, whether itโ€™s with her writing or in her everyday life. Maybe thatโ€™s why sheโ€™s seriously addicted to chocolate.

Dover has written countless novels in several different genres, including a childrenโ€™s book with her daughter. Her favorite to write is romantic suspense, but sheโ€™s also found a passion in romantic comedy. She loves to make people laugh which is why youโ€™ll never see her without a smile on her face.

 

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