Lucky Ducky

By Kameron Claire

What happens when you stumble back to your room after a night out at the pub to find someone sleeping in your bed?
He's an unemployed tour guide.
She's on her dream vacation.
What starts as a disaster turns into the adventure of their lifetime, but what happens when the trip is over and they have an ocean between them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Snuggle Whore Press, LLC
• Release date: Mar 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215061237

Kameron Claire

USA Today Bestselling Author Kameron Claire loves building worlds where heroes and heroines push, pull, and fight their way to the love and happiness they deserve. She writes full length and short, steamy romance with an emphasis on strong female characters—often in male-dominated roles—and the alpha men who know how to love and support kick-ass, take-charge women.  While she may not need him to save her, she wants him to love, support, and most of all, RAVISH her. ** Get up to date information and freebies as a newsletter subscriber: www.kameronclaire.com/newsletter ** Reach out and chat with her anytime on Facebook at www.facebook.com/kameronclaireauthor

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1

MILES

A re you fecking kidding me? I kick a pile of dirty clothes away from the door.

What? My flatmate looks up from the TV, a game controller in his hand.

Again, with this shite, Riley? I'm tired of living in a bleedin’ kip.

Oh, sod off then. What’s got your knickers in a bunch?

I pick up a grease-stained box and fling it across the room. Flopping into the chair, I sigh. Aine sacked me. Again.

She’s a fecking geebag, isn’t she? You should’ve left that job years ago.

Shrugging, I run my palm down my face. I like meeting people.

He scoffs. You like diddling the tourists—that’s what you like.

One time. One time over a year ago, I had what was a lovely two week-long relationship with an Australian bird who left and never called me.

Riley shakes his head. You fall in love too easy, man.

Not true. I stare straight ahead at the video game playing on our TV. Let’s grab a pint.

Can’t tonight. Doreen’s coming over.

I look around the destroyed apartment. She’s coming here? Jaysus, have some self-respect and clean this place up.

Why? It doesn’t bother her none. She’s coming over here for three things. He puts three meaty fingers up in the air, ticking them off one by one. One, we’ll get high. Two, we’ll fool around a bit. And three, we’ll play video games until she either leaves or we pass out. Either way, you should find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. I just told you, Aine fired me, which means I don’t have anywhere else to go.

He shrugs. You remember the last time Doreen was here?

I shudder at the memory of walking in on him face down in her lap and heft myself out of the chair. Yeah, I don’t want to relive that night.

I step over a couple boxes and grab my duffel bag, the one I had packed for tomorrow’s trip, and then open the hallway closet I use as a wardrobe. Normally, I sleep on an air mattress in the corner of the living room, which is why the current mess bothers me so much. I’m not sure I have room to complain, though. This is Riley's one-bedroom apartment, and I saw no reason to get my own place since I'm hardly ever in town. Until forty minutes ago, I was gainfully employed as a tour guide, taking groups of people on two-week tours around the isle.

Now, while there's no way in hell I can live here full time with Riley—I'll kill the fecker before I find another job—I really don't want to go home to Kinvara either. I already pass near there every few weeks and see my mom at least once a month, which is plenty for me.

Don’t get me wrong—I love me ma—but I have no desire to live under her roof again.

All right, well I’m off.

See you tomorrow, man.

I trudge through alleys until I’m at the back door of the Historic Mason’s B&B, one of several bed and breakfasts Aine uses in Dublin as starting points for her two-week adventure tours. She’ll kill me if she finds out I’m staying here tonight—she made it abundantly clear she doesn’t want me anywhere near her tourists—but I’ve become friendly with every hotel, manor, and hostel owner on our route, and I called in a favor.

Knocking gently on the back door, I’m thankful when Callie opens it. What did you do this time?

Nothing.

Then why did Aine sack her best guide?

I follow Callie inside, setting my duffle bag down near the back stairs. Do you remember the mother and two daughters we had from the USA a month or so ago?

She looks to the ceiling and then shakes her head. No.

"No matter. I took them out drinking most nights, as I do. We had a grand time, as always, but when they got home, they kept