Kiss Me, I'm Irish

By Tina Ferraro

Shauna O'Reilly's finishing up the bachelorette weekend of her best friend's dreams, but with a little luck of the Irish, her own hottest fantasies are about to come true--with Micah Matheus, the one who got away.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
• Release date: Mar 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781942886020

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KISS ME, I’M IRISH

Tina Ferraro

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PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Boroughs Publishing Group does not have any control over and does not assume responsibility for author or third-party websites, blogs or critiques or their content.

KISS ME, I’M IRISH

Copyright © 2015 Christina Morgan Ferraro

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ISBN 978-1-942-8860-20

To the girls from back-when to today:

laughter is still the shortest distance between friends.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue

About the Author

KISS ME, I’M IRISH

Chapter One

"And now, ladies, the most unusual place you’ve ever done it." Shauna O’Reilly’s voice held strong against the nightclub’s techno thump, even though she’d felt her shoulders slump a chardonnay or so ago.

Taking in the booze-slackened, heavy-lidded faces around their booth, she was keenly aware she was trying too hard. That was the point. Sure, as Lauren Hovat’s maid of honor, organizing the bachelorette party had come under her job description. But duty wasn’t the reason she’d gone the extra mile to hold it at an off-season ski resort, arrange the mountain biking and lift rides, and ply them all with ridiculous amounts of food and drink. It certainly wasn’t why she was keeping up all this chit-chatty girl talk. Lauren was her best friend, and had been since the feisty third-grader pulled her new-girl butt off a playground bench to play foursquare. They’d sailed all the way to now, at twenty-six, through broken promises, broken bones and broken hearts, and still made time to talk or text every day. Lauren was the brightest star in Shauna’s sky and deserved the best: a kick-ass, laugh-’til-you-pee sendoff.

Then there was the other thing, too. The embarrassing— Well, the petty one. Even though they’d pinky-sworn to align the monumental events of their lives, Lauren had gone and found her Mr. Right while Shauna’s steadiest date was still Trader Joe and his Movie Theater Popcorn. Shauna’s better self held on to the hope that if she kept the bridal party dizzy-busy this weekend, no one would notice the shade of her eyes wasn’t its usual ivy green right now as much as envy.

‘Most unusual place…,’ Lauren repeated, the bridal veil they’d pinned in her dark hair swooping down across her forehead. She gave the lacy material an upward swipe. Like, on our bodies?

Shauna couldn’t control a laugh, much the way, clearly, she hadn’t controlled her context. That’s what she got for winging party games from websites. No, geographical. Like, on a boat dock or in a hot air balloon or something.

Oh, then, winner! Janie announced, slamming a hand on the table. A librarian now at the same small California Route-66 elementary school where they’d all met years ago, five-foot-nothing Janie was the only member of the party who’d already taken the traipse down the aisle.

Not so fast! charged Lauren’s younger sister.

No surprise to Shauna that Deedee was bristling. Competition was the name of the game in the rambunctious Hovat household, one-ups delivered with foot stomps and hand gestures. Shauna had been stunned by the volume and aggression on her earliest playdates, as her world until then had been almost solely directed by her soft-spoken grandfather. A wild night for Shauna and Grampa Pat had been popping Riverdance into the DVD player and trying to emulate the steps of the Irish dance troupe. She’d toughened over the years, as a woman and a business owner—with the exception of being a real chicken-shit about getting back on ice