Luck of the Irish: Betting on Love

By Jennifer O'Malley

After an eager reporter inserts herself into the life of a fallen-from-grace musician, who is looking for a little luck of the Irish to get his career back on track, it doesn't take long before she's in over her head wondering how she's going to get the scoop and protect her heart - and his.

 

When Leland O'Reilley got booked to do a set in a bar on the Vegas Strip for St. Patrick's Day, it wasn't the big break he'd been hoping to re-invigorate his career, but it was a start - a start that paid well. What he hadn't expected was the bar fight that derailed his comeback halfway through. He couldn't help but think maybe luck wasn't on his side after all.

 

Trish Blanche had been working as a reporter for two years, but hadn't been given any chances to do any real reporting. When she found out Leland O'Reilley was re-entering the music scene, she begged for the chance to cover the story. Except her boss didn't think it was much of a story. The man was a drunk and all but blackballed from the music industry, and playing in a bar wasn't going to change that.

More determined than ever, Trish made her way to Vegas and sat through Leland's less than stellar set. Though, to be fair, most of that wasn't his fault. What shocked her most was when she followed him after the set and found him sitting at the bar with an untouched tumbler of whiskey in front of him.

 

But they both had something to prove, and maybe the luck of the Irish would be on their side if they worked together to get what they both wanted. And if they leaned on each other a little more than they should, well, who could blame them.

 

If you're a fan of rockstars and redemptions, then one-click LUCK OF THE IRISH today and for a love story that will be sung about throughout the ages.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jennifer O'Malley
• Release date: Jan 31, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224621781

Jennifer O'Malley

Jennifer O'Malley is the author of the contemporary romance series BETTING ON LOVE, which features a new couple each month as they fall prey to the magic of Vegas and falling in love. She grew up in a small town where she didn’t have much but her imagination to keep her occupied. As far back asshe can remember, she always needed a pen in her hand to jot down storyline notes. She now lives in the city with her family, including her human and fluffy kids, and enjoys all things romance, paranormal, and horror. She's excited to be introducing some of those YA loves that she enjoyed, to her kids.

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

TRISH

Ilet out a frustrated groan as I read the notification that popped up on my screen. It was my latest assignment, and shit .

Uh oh. Zeke looked over from the desk next to mine, eyebrow raised as he draped himself dramatically over the wall that separated our cubicles. What is it this time?

I gritted my teeth against the retort ready to slip out at my co-worker’s pitying look. But, as one of my best friends, I knew he wouldn’t take it personally. Especially since he’d been there for all my private meltdowns and had been my shoulder to cry on every time I felt the need to vent about how our boss refused to take me seriously.

I can’t believe this! I hissed and let out a frustrated growl. "She promised she’d let me start doing more serious pieces. It’s been three years, Zeke!"

He held up his hands and let out a chuckle.

You don’t have to tell me, Trish, I know. I’m sorry, babes. What are you going to do?

My head fell in my hands, and I let out a groan.

There were a lot of things I wanted to do, but the truth was, none of them would change my situation.

And it sucked that after three years of working at the paper, I was still treated like some fluff piece princess while my colleagues who had less experience and started after I did, rose through the ranks.

What did I do? I asked with a groan. Why does she hate me?

I couldn’t even blame it on misogyny because it wasn’t just the men who moved on while I continued to be stuck in hell.

You gotta be tougher with Sandy, babes. You let her walk all over you. Be assertive.

I rolled my eyes. Trying to muscle my boss into giving me my own way was the last thing I wanted to do. Mostly because I didn’t want to be out of a job.

Easy for you to say. You’re only working here so you aren’t bored, Mr. Trophy Husband. I flashed Zeke a sly grin. Not all of us have rich husbands like you, dude.

Zeke batted his lashes and pretended to be offended for all of half a second before he started to laugh.

Oh honey, you know it. Now, don’t you worry. You’ll find your Andy out there somewhere. I feel it in my bones, you’ll meet your Prince Charming soon.

Maybe.

But today would not be that day. With a shrug and a sigh of defeat, I turned back to my computer and brought up the email from my boss to get the details of my next assignment.

A profile on an award-winning dog that was going to be competing at a dog show put on by one of the local casinos.

Gag me with a spoon.

These weren’t even human-interest pieces I was being given, despite what Sandy said. They were literally filler to just take up extra space. In fact, I couldn’t even remember how many of my stories ended up not even going to print or were stuffed into a future edition where needed.

Oh good, you got my email, Patricia.

I scowled at my boss’ insistence at using my full name and it took every ounce of willpower to school my face into a neutral expression by the time I spun around in my chair to face the she-devil who I called my boss.

One of these days, I was going to tell Sandy where she could shove it.

But today was not the day for that either.

Unfortunately.

I was just looking through the assignment. I forced a smile, though from the smirk on Zeke’s face and Sandy’s raised eyebrow, I wasn’t very successful.

Without another word, Sandy gave a curt nod and started to walk away.

What are you doing?? Stop her!

I tried to shush my inner monologue that screamed at me to make a stand and take a chance because I knew no matter what I said, I’d never get her to go along with my idea.

At least then you could say you tried. Isn’t that better than just sitting here shoveling the shit she throws your way?

While I’d never been much for sitting back and taking crap, this was my dream job.

Except, it wasn’t. Sure, the paper had been my top choice and I’d been lucky to get the job when I did. But the types of pieces I was being assigned wasn’t why I had gone to college and got a degree in journalism. I’d already done my time working my way up from small time reporter at smaller publications.

I thought things would be different once I worked for a national paper.

But I’d been wrong.

Sandy, wait, I said as I took a deep