Red Right Hand

By Brienne Dubh

When a relatively good man is chosen to be the next right hand man to the devil he is not overly thrilled. When his assignment turns out to be someone unexpected will he have what it takes to get the job done. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions and Dermott McGuinty is about to find that out. A paranormal romance novella based in Dublin and Hell

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brienne Dubh
• Release date: Jan 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310391187

Brienne Dubh

I come from a performing background with over 10 years acting experience. I have worked as a Producer working on various film projects before going on to set up my own production company. With experience of both production and post –production processes, I am a trained Editor and have also written and produced several short films scripts. In 2010 took a step back from producing realising that my passion was for writing. I now spend my my days looking after a crazy toddler and coming up with imaginative stories where you can escape everyday life. Originally from England, after a few years of travelling the world I moved to Ireland where I currently live with my partner, young daughter and pet rabbit.

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Brienne Dubh

A Lust/Hate Story

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For the Mammy Mafia

Who are a bunch of amazingly strong and kind women, tired mothers, and dear friends who keep me sane. Thank you for always being there and making me laugh.

I hope this makes you giggle and blush in return. That’s if you ever get time alone to read it. Which may mean you have to lock the bathroom door and ignore the kids banging on it!

Also, a huge thank you to my beta readers for their honesty and encouragement.

Love to you all.

King & Hunt: A Lust / Hate Story

1

The Red King

Hell fucking no! Gabby screeched, as she peered into the private function room of the hotel bar. Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?

The man who caught her eye stood at a hulking 6’4".

Christian Hunt.

Saying that she could not stand him was an understatement. Gabriella King hated Christian and it was widely known amongst their friends that the feeling was mutual.

I didn’t know. I only found out he was back an hour ago. Amy soothed as she tried to dodge pass her and open the door.

Gabby stood her ground, holding her back. While she looked dainty in her strapless, navy blue, swing dress and a pair of red heels – which gave her some height, but not enough stature to rival her taller friend – her curvy frame was like a rock blocking the doorway.

So why didn’t you tell me that an hour ago? She fumed through clenched teeth, dancing left and right as she blocked Amy’s arm from the door handle.

Because I knew you would find some excuse to not come if I did.

Damn right I would have.

Gabby, you are my best friend. I need you here. Can you please find it in your heart to get along with him? Just for one weekend.

Absolutely not.

Please. You know I love you like a sister. I can’t do this without you.

No.

Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll even give you that black and green dress you like, the one I bought in Spain, Amy coaxed.

You know I can never fit my boobs into that dress.

Okay, okay. I’ll cook for you. Next weekend I’ll make those pancakes you like.

Gabby paused at the offer.

The ones with chocolate sauce on top?

Yes.

Gabby took a moment to think.

Amy’s uncle was a chef, who owned one of the top restaurants in California that even had a Michelin star. Loving Amy like a daughter, he’d taught her how to cook. Everything she made was mouth-wateringly delicious. She was good enough to open her own restaurant if she wanted to. Every time she came back from visiting her uncle, she was bombarded with requests to cook the new dishes she’d learnt.

It was too good an offer to pass up.

I also want that spicy prawn and rice thing.

Amy nodded fervently. I’ll make you anything you want if you just go in there and promise to try to be polite,

I’m not promising anything, Amy. Your brother is a dick. Why couldn’t he just skype you again?

You know turning thirty is a big deal. He might have missed last year but he wasn’t going to let me go through this one alone. You’ve got to give him some credit for making the effort.

Gabby huffed and puffed for a while before relenting.

You will cook all my food for a week, she ordered.

Done. Just go in there with me.

She sighed. Fine, I’ll try not to cause any shit. But if he starts anything, I’m finishing it.

I get it. I just hate that you guys hate each other so much.

I’m sorry but I tried. Some people just aren’t meant to get along. But I guess since you will be cooking all my meals next week... Gabby paused for a beat, raising her eyebrow in a silent challenge to make sure Amy wouldn’t argue. And since it’s your birthday, I’ll do my best to be civil.

Amy breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank you darling.

Yeah, whatever. She grumbled.

They embraced each other quickly before Gabby finally stepped out of the way so Amy could open the door.

They stepped into the room to a chorus of cheers and Amy was quickly pulled from one person to the next, receiving kisses left and right. When they eventually made it to their table at the front of the room, Christian enveloped Amy in a bear hug.

Gabby watched impassively as he took Amy’s face in his hands and studied her closely. She glanced around at the men in the room and back at Christian.

She could tell the other men made an effort to dress up by their crisp shirts and styled hair. Christian, on the other hand, simply wore his trademark black shitkicker boots and black jeans with a long silver chain that disappeared into his back pocket. She had to give him his dues for exchanging his usual T-shirt for an actual shirt, though it was still black.

His dark brown wavy hair had grown since the last time she saw him and now hung past his shoulders. Judging by the beard he now sported, his face hadn’t seen a razor in months.

She had to admit, it suited him. He looked good in a wild sort of way.

Gabby could see the love he had for Amy written all over his face as he smiled down at her, kissing

the top of her head before hugging her once more.

Though tall, Amy was still much shorter than Christian. With her slim build accentuated by a black figure-hugging dress and her long dark brown hair pulled into a high ponytail, she looked elegant. Especially next to him.

Hey little sis.

Big bro.

I missed you. Happy birthday, Aims.

Happy birthday, Christian.

Born six minutes apart, Amy was the elder of the twins. However she’d always called him big bro due to his height and size and in return, he called his sister little.

Lost in the moment, she smiled subconsciously.

That was when Christian looked up, his piercing hazel green eyes locking onto hers, and his smile disappeared instantly and was replaced by a frown.

I see you’re still hanging out with Gobby. His voice was loud enough for those around them to hear.

His deep voice gave most women goosebumps, but as usual, his words only served to raise her hackles. She hated that nickname but refused to give him the satisfaction of correcting him, yet again.

"Hunt," Gabby greeted briskly.

It was clear by her tone she meant Hunt with a C.

You promised, Amy warned.

What? Gabby asked innocently. "Happy Birthday, Hunt."

Thanks, Gobby.

Christian smiled at the twitch above her right eye, knowing he had scored another blow. He hated the way she called him Hunt. Everyone knew what she was really calling him. What bugged him the most was that over the years, she had somehow managed to make him hate his own last name.

He couldn’t stand Gabriella King.

The mouthy woman never failed to rub him the wrong way but sadly she was his sister’s best friend. If things had been different, he definitely would have let her rub him up the right way.

Gabriella had always been annoyingly sexy but unfortunately, that was always outweighed by