Title: Irish Crown
Author: Nashoda Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Sara Eirew Photographer & Designer
Model: Mike Chabot
Release Date: April 9, 2018
Blurb
From the New York Times & USA Today
bestselling author Nashoda Rose, comes a new, sexy standalone romance
novel.
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.
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.
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.
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.
who I thought he was.
Excerpt
I sighed,
hugging the pillow closer and waiting with baited breath for him to come back
to bed.
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.
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.
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.”
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 shrivelled up in my belly.
daisy heads snapped off and the velvet petals shrivelled up in my belly.
Uh, what?
Suddenly,
that hot raspy Irish accent didn’t sound so hot.
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.
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.
even pretend like he’d call.
God, was I
that naïve?
that naïve?
I sat up,
taking the sheet with me. “Excuse me?”
taking the sheet with me. “Excuse me?”
He bent,
picked up his cargo pants from the floor and tugged them on.
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.”
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?
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.
wasn’t. It totally wasn’t.
There was a
brief honk outside.
brief honk outside.
Oh. My.
God. When did he call me a cab? When he had his finger in my ass.
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.
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.
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