Have you read Wild Irish?


I shared an excerpt in my newsletter over the weekend and readers were eating it up! I thought I'd share it here too. 🥰


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“Where you off to, princess?” I holler.

She grits her teeth, coming to a stop in front of me.

“Don’t worry about it,” she throws back without hesitation.

I narrow my eyes at her. Her gaze takes in my face, pausing on my mouth where my jaw clenches.

What is it about her that gets under my skin like no one else?

“Did Big Boobs McGee bail when she found out you weren’t packin’ like she thought?”

My nostrils flare. She loves pushing my buttons. Judging by the way her grin stretches across her face, she thought she was fuckin’ clever with that joke.

I take a step toward her, eliminating the distance separating us, and bend down so I am close enough for her to hear.

“Are you jealous?”

She rears back and smacks her hand over her mouth to cover her laugh.

I knew she was watching when I wrapped my hand in Jenna’s hair. I reach my hand out and grip the back of her neck, pulling her close to me.

“Don’t fuck with me, Austen,” I grunt.

Any laughter coming from her is silenced in that moment. Her hand falls to her side.

When she tilts her head back enough to look me in the eye, something shifts in her gaze. It reminds me of the girl I met years ago when she showed up in the middle of the night at Haven Brook.

“I warned you to stay away from me.”

“You should know your taunts and empty threats don’t mean shit to me.”

“I’m not the same kid you knew back then.”

Her eyes shift, burning into the scar over my brow bone. I can practically see the questions swirling around in her mind.

“Neither am I.”

I smirk, releasing my grip.

“The difference between you and me is I don’t try to hide who I am. I don’t chase away my demons anymore. I run with them.”

“Oh, so really you’re just trying to prove how big of an asshole you are? Got it.” She waves her hand at me. “Good luck with that.”

She makes it two steps past me before I grab her forearm and pull her with me into a small alcove. It’s meant to be a coat closet but it’s more the size of a small bedroom.

“What are you doing?” She huffs, her eyes darting around the dark room.

She takes a step away, pressing her back against the wall. Her chest heaves, releasing a heavy exhale.

“Ryder,” she moans out my name.

I don’t know what I’m thinking or what has come over me. I can’t blame it on alcohol, but something about being near her is intoxicating all on its own.

I tilt my head down into the crux of her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume mixed with sweat.

Neither of us cross the line into touching again.

“Admit you were jealous.”

“No.”

I chuckle. It is low and throaty, causing her to shift her legs from side to side.

“Did you wish it was me touching you?”

“No.”

“Were you jealous watching her stroke my dick through my jeans?”

Her lip curls and she exhales slowly. “No.”

“Did you think about what it would be like if I were gripping your hair from behind while I fucked you?”

“Ryder.” She sighs as she says my name.

“Say it.”

“Maybe …” Her words trail off.

I step back and reach into my pocket to pull out my pack of cigarettes. I lift one to my mouth, flicking my lighter open to ignite the end.

I keep the flame lit between us, enough for her to get a better look at my face.

“You can get the thought out of your mind, princess. I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last pussy left on this campus.”

Without another word, I stride past her and out of the closet, hoping this time she’ll heed my warning and stay the hell away from me.

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