Title: Irish Crown
Author: Nashoda Rose
Model: Mike Chabot
Release Date: April 9, 2018
Release Date: April 9, 2018
~SYNOPSIS~
From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Nashoda Rose comes a new, sexy standalone romance novel.
I finally have my shit together. FINALLY. Successful career, new house, great friends and my good for nothing ex-boyfriend long gone.
I was looking for a safe, secure, picket fence kind of guy, but instead, I got the Irish you’re-not-ready-for-this Deaglan Kane.
Tattooed. Sexy. And totally unavailable.
I planned for us to be a fling. But Deaglan has other plans and suddenly having my shit together is long gone.
Because my past is back full throttle and Deaglan Kane isn’t who I thought he was.
I finally have my shit together. FINALLY. Successful career, new house, great friends and my good for nothing ex-boyfriend long gone.
I was looking for a safe, secure, picket fence kind of guy, but instead, I got the Irish you’re-not-ready-for-this Deaglan Kane.
Tattooed. Sexy. And totally unavailable.
I planned for us to be a fling. But Deaglan has other plans and suddenly having my shit together is long gone.
Because my past is back full throttle and Deaglan Kane isn’t who I thought he was.
~EXCERPT~
I sighed, hugging the pillow closer and waiting with baited breath for him to come back to bed.
It was Sunday and I didn’t have to work today, so I kind of hoped he’d do that thing with his tongue again.
My body quivered and I bit my lower lip.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and without a single glance my way, he said, “Pet, I have shit to do.”
I tensed.
Then the daisy heads snapped off and the velvet petals shriveled up in my belly.
Uh, what?
Suddenly, that hot raspy Irish accent didn’t sound so hot.
Okay, I wasn’t expecting a proposal or anything, not by a long shot, but I did expect a morning kiss and a possible number exchange for a possible second date. Or rather first date.
He didn’t even pretend like he’d call.
God, was I that naïve?
I sat up, taking the sheet with me. “Excuse me?”
He bent, picked up his cargo pants from the floor and tugged them on.
“I have shit to do, babe. I called a cab. It’ll be here any second.”
My heart slammed into my chest. He called me a cab? Was I supposed to think this was okay because he called me a cab?
Because it wasn’t. It totally wasn’t.
There was a brief honk outside.
Oh. My. God. When did he call me a cab? When he had his finger in my ass.
It was Sunday and I didn’t have to work today, so I kind of hoped he’d do that thing with his tongue again.
My body quivered and I bit my lower lip.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and without a single glance my way, he said, “Pet, I have shit to do.”
I tensed.
Then the daisy heads snapped off and the velvet petals shriveled up in my belly.
Uh, what?
Suddenly, that hot raspy Irish accent didn’t sound so hot.
Okay, I wasn’t expecting a proposal or anything, not by a long shot, but I did expect a morning kiss and a possible number exchange for a possible second date. Or rather first date.
He didn’t even pretend like he’d call.
God, was I that naïve?
I sat up, taking the sheet with me. “Excuse me?”
He bent, picked up his cargo pants from the floor and tugged them on.
“I have shit to do, babe. I called a cab. It’ll be here any second.”
My heart slammed into my chest. He called me a cab? Was I supposed to think this was okay because he called me a cab?
Because it wasn’t. It totally wasn’t.
There was a brief honk outside.
Oh. My. God. When did he call me a cab? When he had his finger in my ass.
~AUTHOR BIO~
Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of twelve romance novels, including the Tear Asunder series, the spin-off Unyielding series, and the paranormal Scars of the Wraiths. She lives outside of Toronto where she enjoys hiking with her Newfoundland dog and riding her horses.
~AUTHOR LINKS~
Hi there! I’m a mom and wife by day (and night), aspiring writer (in my dreams), and an avid reader (every day of the week). This is my little corner of the web to post about ALL things books. I live in Copenhagen, but I am a Canadian girl (born and raised) at heart.
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