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Shaun Bell, a divorced workaholic, spends all his time tending bar in his Irish Pub. He's ready to love again, but the women who visit his bar are only after his infamous Irish cocktails. At the advice of his darts team, over a tanker or two of Beamish, he applies to 1Night Stand to get back into the swing of things and enjoy the company of a woman specially selected for him by Madame Evangeline.
Rachel Taylor has issues. Her father broke her mother's heart with his cheating and Rachel swore never to let that happen to her, but one ruined relationship after another and she's realized she's got to get over being closed off to men. Perhaps a one-night stand is just the baby step she needs to begin to build trust again.
A match seemingly made in heaven...until morning rolls around and Shaun can't bring himself to say good-bye. Can he win her over with his secret weapon, a Sweet Irish Kiss, or is Rachel still too scared to love?
I can't believe I did that. What a great first impression. Not! And only I could top it off
by going all defensive on his ass. Poor guy looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights. At least he was a gentleman about it, though. Had any of my exes seen me go down like a ton of bricks, all Nia Vilvados style, they'd have pissed themselves laughing and grabbed their cameras. I'm the character who gets caught up in headphone wire when she sees a hot guy in that movie...Fat Greek Wedding, Big Fat Greek...whatever. I know what I mean.
Rachel shuddered. She'd fallen flat on her face because the hunkiness of her one-night stand
had taken her by surprise. She hadn't expected it. Not in the least. Average, that's what his profile had said. It's why she picked him. She figured he wouldn't be up himself. Most attractive men who know they're hot behave like monkeys in heat because of it. She wanted a man who would be thanking his lucky stars to have her in his arms, and one who would be romantic and polite. And when he rushed to help her, he'd surprised her again.
Drop dead gorgeous and caring? This could be dangerous.
"Ya feeling better now?" Thick Irish accent, smooth like Baileys, coated each word her one-night stand spoke.
"Uh-huh." She glanced up at his welcoming expression and caught her stare in his. "So, you're Irish?" You're Irish?
He quirked his mouth into a grin as if she amused him. She reminded herself that she wanted this and backed up.
Rachel Taylor has issues. Her father broke her mother's heart with his cheating and Rachel swore never to let that happen to her, but one ruined relationship after another and she's realized she's got to get over being closed off to men. Perhaps a one-night stand is just the baby step she needs to begin to build trust again.
A match seemingly made in heaven...until morning rolls around and Shaun can't bring himself to say good-bye. Can he win her over with his secret weapon, a Sweet Irish Kiss, or is Rachel still too scared to love?
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I can't believe I did that. What a great first impression. Not! And only I could top it off
by going all defensive on his ass. Poor guy looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights. At least he was a gentleman about it, though. Had any of my exes seen me go down like a ton of bricks, all Nia Vilvados style, they'd have pissed themselves laughing and grabbed their cameras. I'm the character who gets caught up in headphone wire when she sees a hot guy in that movie...Fat Greek Wedding, Big Fat Greek...whatever. I know what I mean.
Rachel shuddered. She'd fallen flat on her face because the hunkiness of her one-night stand
had taken her by surprise. She hadn't expected it. Not in the least. Average, that's what his profile had said. It's why she picked him. She figured he wouldn't be up himself. Most attractive men who know they're hot behave like monkeys in heat because of it. She wanted a man who would be thanking his lucky stars to have her in his arms, and one who would be romantic and polite. And when he rushed to help her, he'd surprised her again.
Drop dead gorgeous and caring? This could be dangerous.
"Ya feeling better now?" Thick Irish accent, smooth like Baileys, coated each word her one-night stand spoke.
"Uh-huh." She glanced up at his welcoming expression and caught her stare in his. "So, you're Irish?" You're Irish?
He quirked his mouth into a grin as if she amused him. She reminded herself that she wanted this and backed up.
