The Lustful Leprechaun: Hollywood Hearts, #3

By Helen Walton

Can a second chance mend their hearts?

 

Olive

I lost the love of my life. I'm no longer sure chasing my dream career and becoming a famous actress was worth the heartache. I haven't seen Tate in years, but I still love him. I always will.

If I see him one last time, maybe I can finally move on.

 

Tate

Losing Olive is my greatest mistake. One I intend to fix. When I hear she's coming home for the holidays, I intend to prove to her she's still the woman for me.

Except when I see her… well… things don't go to plan.

 

The Lustful Leprechaun is the sizzling third standalone book in the Hollywood Hearts short story series. If you like instalove, holiday romance, and a quick read then you'll love Helen Walton's charming romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Walton House Publishing
• Release date: Feb 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9780645974430

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The Lustful Leprechaun

Helen Walton

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Copyright © 2023 by Helen Walton

Cover Copyright © 2023 by Sarah Walton

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments are purely coincidental.

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Contents

A Short Story

Afterword

Acknowledgments

About Author

Also By

A Short Story

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I swung my full suitcase off the bed with my left hand since my right arm was still in a cast from the motorbike accident. Dropping it to the floor with a loud clunk, I placed my hand on my hip.

I can’t believe you’re not coming home with me for the Saint Patrick’s Day celebrations, I said. Who’ll wear the tiny leprechaun dress with me now?

My sister, Hazel, laughed.

Olive, I’ll wear my costume here and we’ll FaceTime. It’ll be like I was there.

Not the same. I flicked my long hair over my shoulder.

Admit it, you’re nervous about bumping into Tate.

I am not, I said with a huff, dropping my hand and yanking the handle out of