EXCERPT & COVER REVEAL
Irish Kiss By Sienna Blake
Releasing February 5, 2018
I wanted him since the day I met him. Long haired, tattooed and tall as an Irish giant. He was more than just handsome, he was drop-dead gorgeous. And the only one who ever truly cared. It didn’t matter to him that my father was a criminal and my mother a whore. He saw me, understood me.
I could be anything I wanted, he said.
Because I was too young and he was my Juvenile Liaison Officer.
It’s been years since I last saw her. No longer a girl, she has a body of a woman. When our eyes met again, I saw the only one who ever broke through my asshole mask. She never judged me. She saw me, accepted me.
She could be anything she wanted.
Cause she’s only seventeen and I’m trying my hardest not to fall for her.
If I give in, she will ruin me.
*This is a slow-burn, angsty love story spanning across a seven-year time period with sexual situations and drug-use involving characters under the age of eighteen.
Irish Kiss is a complete standalone novel with a Happily Ever After, but damn, it is going to hurt along the way.
HOT IRISH KISS EXCERPT
“What the hell were you thinking going to a fight with that douchebag?” Diarmuid yelled, his voice echoing into the night. The neighbours were probably already calling the cops on our fight, not that I cared right now.
“Me? What about you acting one way then dropping my hand like a hot potato as soon as we get near your date.”
His cheeks flushed and I knew I’d hit on a point.
“If I wasn’t there to get you out of the brawl, who the fuck knows what could have happened? That kid is a fucking loser. You don’t go out with him again.”
“How dare you think you can tell me who to see. You don’t want me, remember?” I choked on this bitter truth. “You have no fucking right.”
“Don’t want you?” He grabbed my upper arms. “Do you know what it does to me to think that he might be touching you? That he is allowed to touch you while I can’t?”
He was so angry he was practically vibrating with it, shaking me in his hands.
“It kills me, selkie, it fucking kills me.”
I sucked in a breath. His eyes, dark and intense, had never been so damn beautiful.
“I want you so much I’m choking with it,” he said. “I want to be yours so hard it hurts. I can’t be yours. I shouldn’t be yours. But I’m too fucking selfish. I need you—only you. The rest of the world can go to hell.”
I don’t know who moved first. It didn’t matter. Because we both lunged for each other, his hands yanking me to him.
Our lips collided. They parted, our tongues warring as we had been warring, fierce and passionate, with love and tenderness underneath it.
We were kissing like the world was ending right here in the middle of a public street, and I didn’t care.
I just wanted him.
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She loves all things that make her heart race — roller coasters, thrillers and rowdy unrestrained sex. She likes to explore the darker side of human nature in her writing.
If she told you who she really was, she’d have to kill you. Because of her passion for crime and forensics, she’d totally get away with your murder.
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