series.
The series is based around Madame Evangeline's match-making skills. A
woman to be reckoned with, and owner of a highly successful matchmaking service; put the right two
people together for just one night and anything is possible. Especially when the dates take place at the
fabulous Castillo Hotels and Resorts in some of the most exotic places in the world. For more on Madame Evangeline.
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Rachel Taylor has issues. Her father broke her mother's heart with his cheating and Rachelswore never to let that happen to her, but one ruined relationship after another and she's realized she's
got to get over being closed off to men. Perhaps a one-night stand is just the baby step she needs to
begin to build trust again.
to love again, but the women who visit his bar are only after his infamous Irish cocktails. At the advice
of his darts team, over a tanker or two of Beamish, he applies to 1Night Stand to get back into the
swing of things and enjoy the company of a woman specially selected for him by Madame Evangeline.
A match
seemingly made in heaven...until morning rolls around and Shaun can't bring himself to say good-bye.
Can he win her over with his secret weapon, a Sweet Irish Kiss, or is Rachel still too scared to love?
"to wait and see what goodies Shaun has packed in his overnight bag ** grins **"-- Kat,
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"Ms. Kenrick's writing style flows nicely
throughout the story. Her attention stays more on the characters rather than the setting which is fitting
for the genre of the novella. I like her ability to dig deep within the characters feelings allowing them to
step up and tell their story. It is as if the author really took the back seat on this one. Very well written
indeed! JoAnne Kenrick knows how to write unique, if not quirky, characters that stay with me long
after I've finished reading their stories." -- Talina, Night Owl Reviews
This Sweet Irish Kiss excerpt has been edited to make it a PG-13.
Please keep in mind that
the full story has a 4 flame rating and is therefore NOT suitable for
minors.
I can’t believe I did that. What a great first impression. Not! And only I could
top it off by going all defensive on his ass. Poor guy looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights. At
least he was a gentleman about it, though. Had any of my exes seen me go down like a ton of bricks, all
Nia Vilvados style, they’d have pissed themselves laughing and grabbed their cameras. I’m the
character who gets caught up in headphone wire when she sees a hot guy in that movie...Fat Greek
Wedding, Big Fat Greek...whatever. I know what I mean.
Rachel shuddered. She’d
fallen flat on her face because the hunkiness of her one-night stand had taken her by surprise. She
hadn’t expected it. Not in the least. Average, that’s what his profile had said. It’s why she picked him.
She figured he wouldn’t be up himself. Most attractive men who know they’re hot behave like
monkeys in heat because of it. She wanted a man who would be thanking his lucky stars to have her in
his arms, and one who would be romantic and polite. And when he rushed to help her, he‘d surprised
her again.
Drop dead gorgeous and caring? This could be dangerous.
“Ya feeling better now?”
Thick Irish accent, smooth like Baileys, coated each word her one-night stand spoke.
“Uh-huh.”
She glanced up at his welcoming expression and caught her stare in his. “So, you’re Irish?” You’re
Irish?
He quirked his mouth into a grin as if she amused him. She reminded herself that she
wanted this and backed up. She sat on the nearest thing to her, a dining chair from the breakfast for two
set, and chewed at her freshly manicured nails. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this
nervous. Her stomach flip- flopped around the butterflies dancing in her gut.
“Ya, that a problem?” God I
love his Irish brogue.
“Listen, Shaun, I’m sorry about the way I came down on you. I
mean, not came down on you. Hell, I...I’m sorry for losing it.” He raised an eyebrow. “For biting your
head off when you tried to help.”
“Hey, I get it. I’m not what ya expected.” Shaun, hands firmly
rooted in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders. “Ya definitely not what I expected, either, but here we
are. We can call it a day if you prefer or we can enjoy the rest of the evening. What do ya say? I can
leave if ya like. The hotel room’s been paid for, so ya can spend the night and make the most of it. I’ll
leave ya be, so I will. But I’d rather stay here...with ya.”
Her stare locked on Shaun, and she watched him grab
his bag from the foot of the bed and stride toward the exit. His muscular frame, dark features, and great
sense of style had her knees knocking together. She couldn’t remember the last time she actually
wanted a man. But it wasn’t like she’d chase after him. The day she did that would be the day she
forgave her daddy, or rolled over dead. The latter was more likely to happen first.
13 excerpt. Please keep in mind that the book does contain adult themes and language, and is not
suitable for minors.
Pretentious, that’s how Rachel
described the infamous Knightsbridge store where she worked. She loved her job, though. It meant she
could let loose, make crazy-ass window displays, and stretch her imagination beyond the high street
fashion trends. Usually.
“Effing yuppie fashion.” She
stood, pin cushion in hand, staring out the huge plate glass window. The rain drizzled over passing
shoppers who huddled and shared umbrellas with loved ones. She wished she could have someone she
could trust to protect her when life pissed all over her, but she didn’t have anyone like that. The big
brick wall she’d built had seen to it.
A flashback of
running through a downpour with her father hit her hard. He’d thrown his coat over her, sheltering her
and leaving himself open to the elements. They giggled all the way home, running late for a Mother’s
Day dinner.
She closed her eyes to try and block out
the past, but the darkness acted as a blank canvas for her memory to play out the scene until a rumble
of thunder in the distance brought her back to the present.
She sniffled back her feelings and grasped a plastic body to steady herself. A teardrop trickled
down her face, and she smeared it away. Time to buckle up and get
over it. Once a fond memory, it now served as a bitter pill. He’d tricked her, tricked everyone
with his gallant gestures. He could never again be the genuine, kind man she remembered from her
childhood. At least not to her, anyway.
“Effing life.” She
threw a knit over a male model’s shoulders and fluffed to give it a casual yet purposeful style. “What
are they thinking, asking me to decorate the mannequins with this jumped up crap? Men don’t dress
like Prince William. No man I know anyway.”
Her pocket buzzed. Rachel flipped her phone open. “Hello?” Nothing. “Hell-o?”
Still nothing. She pulled it from her ear and glanced at the digital
display.
“Email, not a call. I’m never going to
get used to this stupid, high tech phone.” She pressed a few buttons. Some wrong. Some right.
Eventually, she managed to open up the message.
A last minute check, to make sure your 1NightStand goes as you desire. May I suggest you
wear a corset, my dear, to flatter your curves. He’ll be there before you, and I picked a room especially
with a double door entrance so you can have a Scarlet O’Hara moment. Please don’t wear green. He
hates the color. A bottle of Jameson would make a wonderful gift, should you wish to bring something
along to break the ice. And best of all, Rachel, remember why you wanted this and enjoy the
experience. Good luck, dear, I hope he’s all you need.
Bien a toi, Evangeline
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“Put this blindfold on,” he ordered, “if ya want a
surprise.” He wanted to put it on her himself. But knowing she had trust issues, it didn’t feel right to do
so. Instead, he went to the bathroom to clean the toys with warm, soapy water as the packet had said
for him to do. He hoped she would be sightless and under his demand when he got back.
He wasn’t
disappointed. Still on all fours, she had done as requested. He smeared lube over the beads and eased
them into her. As an anal newbie, he had no idea how much it would turn him on and drive him insane.
He wanted to rip them out and shove his cock inside her tight little hole instead. His hard on throbbed
with need already, and it had only been minutes since he’d come. Sure he would be able to perform
again, and probably too soon if he didn’t grab hold of himself, he grinned.
When the fifth and biggest
bead was inside her, he whipped on a condom, slipped inside her bleep entrance from behind, and
plunged all the way into her slick warmth . The bumpity-bump of the latex numbs rubbing against him
through her thick layer massaged his length as he moved, and he couldn’t contain the growl that
emerged from deep in his gut.
JoAnne Kenrick
Author, is a Welsh lass who has lived in various countries around the world. She now calls North
Carolina her home, where she lives with her husband, two children and a lazy cat. When they aren't
demanding her attention, she can most likely be found watching a vampire movie, reading or baking
up a British favorite in her N.C. kitchen. That is, when she isn't writing or chatting up a storm on social
networking sites.
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