Cover Design: Sara Eirew Photographer & Designer
Release Date: April 9, 2018
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.
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.”
Then the daisy heads snapped off and the velvet petals shrivelled up in my belly.
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.
She lives outside of Toronto where she enjoys hiking with her Newfoundland dog and riding her horses.