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By Myla Jackson
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Tired of eating sand and dodging bullets, Marine Captain Mack Magnus is ready to relax and enjoy his brother’s Dublin wedding. If that involves a few pints in a quaint Irish pub and getting laid by a pretty Irish lass, all the better.
Instead he winds up getting ordered around by the cousin of the bride. Fed up with her mouthy attitude, he kisses her to shut her up. Now he has a new mission: get into the sexy redhead’s panties.
Busy international model Deirdre Darcy knows the six-foot-four Marine’s type: hit-and-run sex and off to the next port. Fall into bed with an arrogant bastard like Mack? No thanks. When she stumbles upon a couple of Irish gypsies leaving a murder scene, she must go into hiding or become their next victim.
His protective instincts kicking into high gear, Mack whisks Deirdre away to a small town where it’s easier to keep her safe. Except there’s no escape from their growing attraction—or from the one thing neither of them thought they wanted. Love.
Warning: Battle-hardened, ready-to-cut-loose Marine teams up with a stunning Irish lass who thinks she can handle him. You’ll need the luck of the Irish to hang onto your seat for this sexy, suspenseful race across the Emerald Isle.
Lead in: After Mack's brother's wedding, the Irish Garda have arrived to question Mack about a dead man in the room next to his in the hotel.
“By all that’s holy, it’s Deirdre Darcy!” The reporter’s attention riveted on Deirdre.
She yelled at the cameraman. “Are you getting this?”
Then she stood beside Deirdre, facing the camera. “I’m at the Fitzpatrick Hotel in downtown Dublin. Beside me, in her bridesmaid gown, is the lovely Deirdre Darcy, being questioned about a murder that occurred in the very heart of our city. Miss Darcy, can you tell us what happened?”
Mack put a hand over the camera lens. “Back off.”
“Oh, and who might you be?” Siobhan asked.
The camera man backed far enough away Mack couldn’t take a swing at him or his equipment, but he adjusted his lens, zooming in on the pair.
“Not important.” He nodded to the lead detective. “Come with me.” He led the way through the lobby to the business room on the other side. Once he had Deirdre and two detectives through the door, he closed it in Siobhan’s face. Unfortunately, the room had glass walls and the cameraman could film all he wanted through the window.
“Since Miss Darcy can swear you were in your room during the hours between midnight and four a.m., perhaps you can tell us if you heard or saw anyone or anything out of the ordinary during that time.”
“I didn’t hear or see anything,” Mack said. He turned to Deirdre. “Did you?”
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she recalled her encounter with the two darkhaired men in the hallway.
“Detective.” Deirdre touched the man’s arm. “In which room did the murder occur?”
“The one immediately to the south of Mr. Magnus’s.”
Deirdre clutched Mack’s hand, her face pale. “Sweet Jazus.”
“What?” the detective leaned forward. “Did you see something?”
She pressed her knuckles to her lips. “I might have seen the murderers.”
Copyright © 2014 Myla Jackson
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