Wild Irish Book 2
by C.M. Seabrook
Genre: New Adult Romance
One rock god. One girl from his past. One ocean that can’t keep them apart.
I’ve been in love with Owen Gallagher since I was twelve years old. Before the world knew his name.
Even though it’s been years since I’ve been back to Ireland, I never forgot my Irish crush. The boy who saved me from his bully of a brother is now a dark, sexy, tattooed rock star who shreds the guitar like a true master.
A night of anonymity.
One night to live my forbidden fantasies.
He’ll be furious when he finds out my true identity. But I’m not the same, shy little girl he remembers, and I have every intention of tempting my own Wild Irish.
Dreaming about a rock god is one thing, but I’m chasing that dream across an ocean.
I’m going to hell.
I didn’t bring her here for this. Didn’t mean to kiss her. To touch her. But now that I am, I can’t stop. My mouth travels down the curve of her jaw, along her slender neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
I try to reel myself back. But her own need saturates the air around us, mixing with mine like a spark to a powder keg.
I want the girl.
I’ve already had a taste and it only increased my appetite. But if there was ever a definition of off limits, it’s her.
I don’t need a complication like Bree in my life. And that’s exactly what she is – a sweet, tempting, irresistible complication.
“Jeezus, Bree,” I growl, raking my teeth across the sensitive flesh below her ear and feeling her tremble against me. “What are ye doing to me?”
She lets out a whimper when I tug slightly at her hair.
“Forget what I said.” I cup her jaw, searching her face, seeing uncertainty and desire vacillating across her features.
She’s unhinged something inside of me. That primal instinct to possess and protect. And hell, if it doesn’t scare the shit out of me. But, I also know that if I don’t see where this can go, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.