Lauren Hawkeye – Kiss of the Irish, Release Blitz / Excerpt

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About Kiss of the Irish:

 

If Sarah Mercer had ever been asked to describe herself in one word, it would be sensible. After all, she had a steady job. Made prudent decisions. Was in what she though was a logical relationship. But when her fiance dumps her for an exotic dancer, Sarah decides it’s time to change…everything! The first thing on her agenda? To get out of town and take a three month trip to Ireland. She’d always been captivated by the Emerald Isle. And she’d heard that there was nothing like an Irishman with a sexy accent and eyes as devastatingly green as the country’s rolling hills to make a girl feel better.

 

But maybe she shouldn’t have hooked up with her new landlord on the first night in town. Cian Murphy wasn’t supposed to be her type. His arms and chest were tattooed, and he had piercings everywhere. Still, he made her feel beautiful, sexy…alive for the first time in years. Falling for the Irish hottie was as natural as breathing. But figuring out what she’d do when it came time to leave? Not so easy…

 

 

Get your hands on The Kiss of the Irish:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Irish-Foreign-Fling-Lauren-Hawkeye-ebook/dp/B072B872QY/

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kiss-of-the-irish-lauren-hawkeye/1126271204?ean=9781545552940

iBooks: https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/kiss-of-the-irish/id1229675861?mt=11

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/kiss-of-the-irish

Excerpt:

One rock of her hips almost sent them tumbling to the floor. Shoving aside the stacks of distributor invoices, he laid back, urging her forward, her weight on hands that stroked over his chest.

 

The touch was somehow tentative and bold at the same time, her fingers blindly moving as she finally got brave enough to slip her tongue into his mouth.

 

It was almost his breaking point.

 

“Cian.” Sarah panted against his mouth, her hands working their way over his chest. When those curious fingers brushed one of his nipples, he hissed through his teeth at the delicious tug and answering bite of pain.

 

Her eyes widened, but damn if the little minx didn’t bring her fingers right back, brushing over her discovery.

 

“This is…it’s like your eyebrow.” He saw the spark in her eyes as her right hand swept up to play, too. “Oh my God. You…doesn’t this hurt?”

 

His cock hurt, the way she kept sweetly toying with the silver rings through both of his nipples. His need started to rise, hard and fast, and he shuddered as he placed his hands over hers, stilling them.

 

“They hurt in the best possible way.” He watched her face as the meaning sunk in. “And unless you want me to strip you right out of that sweater again, you should probably stop.”

 

“Hurts in the best possible way?” Her brow furrowed, and then she clapped a hand to her lips. “Oh, God. I had no… I mean, that’s possible?”

 

The woman was so sweet she didn’t know how very arousing a little bit of pain could feel.

 

No matter how rigid the realization made his cock, now was not the time to show her. Not here, not in his office on her first day in his country, with his sister listening outside the door.

 

Sitting up, he slid her down his body with great effort. Yeah, he’d do just about anything to finish what they’d started. But one look at the wonder in her eyes, and he knew she wasn’t ready.

 

“Come. I’ll walk you out.” He was a bit surprised to find that he didn’t want her to go—he’d thoroughly enjoyed their game, never mind that steamy kiss.

 

He had work.

 

They both needed space.

 

Ainsley peered from around the door of the kitchen, grinning madly as Cian led Sarah out of his office then to the front door of the pub. As they stepped out into the fresh green afternoon, he wondered if he could get away with kissing her good-bye.

 

Instead, she stopped him in his tracks.

 

“Would a piercing like…that…feel good on a woman, too?” She frowned, as though thinking hard.

 

He got a mental flash of Sarah the night before, all creamy skin set off by that sweet white lace bra…

 

With a metal ring pushing against the fabric.

 

“Um. Not being a woman, I can’t say for sure.” He swallowed, shaking his head. “But I would assume so, yeah.”

 

“Hmm.” She pursed her lips, thinking it over, then nodded. “Not that I’m…well, I’m not the kind of woman to do that. But…it’s interesting.”

 

 

About Lauren Hawkeye:

Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson never imagined that she’d wind up telling stories for a living… though when she looks back, it’s easy to see that she’s the only one who is surprised. Always “the kid who read all the time”, Lauren made up stories about her favorite characters once she’d finished a book… and once spent an entire year narrating her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.

Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada with her husband, toddler, pit bull and idiot cat, though they do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare time Lauren can be found knitting (her husband claims that her snobby yarn collection is exorbitant), reading anything she can get her hands on, or sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers!

 

 

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