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Luck Of The Irish

Dunne, Douglas, & Tanglen

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Luck Of The Irish

Dunne, Douglas, & Tanglen

Luck Of The Irish

Dunne, Douglas, & Tanglen

LUCK OF THE IRISH

An Ellora’s Cave publication written by

JENNIFER DUNNE

KATE DOUGLAS

CHRIS TANGLEN

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STICKS AND STONES © Copyright Jennifer Dunne, 2003.

A WOLF BY ANY OTHER NAME © Copyright Kate Douglas, 2003.

THE PUBLIC EYE © Copyright Chris Tanglen, 2003.

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Edited by Jennifer Martin and Martha Punches

Cover Art by Bryan Keller

Luck Of The Irish

Dunne, Douglas, & Tanglen

Warning:

The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers.

LUCK OF THE IRISH has been rated NC17, erotic, by three individual reviewers. We

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Luck Of The Irish

Dunne, Douglas, & Tanglen

Prologue

Ireland, present day.

"This isn't how I envisioned present-day Ireland," said the nerd at the table.

Dermot Stone wished he would quit talking. Every moment Dermot had to spend

responding was one less moment available for the task of getting shit-faced drunk.

"So what were you envisioning?" asked the other guy, Greg something. A lawyer.

The nerd shrugged and took another drink of Guinness. "I don't know. More people

wearing green, I guess. A few more redheaded wee Irish lasses. Where are the pet

leprechauns?"

Dermot really needed to switch tables. He was far from sober himself, but at least

alcohol didn't turn him into a babbling idiot. He sighed and looked around the wedding

reception. A huge number of people, probably hundreds, having themselves a grand

old time and here he was sitting at a table with a lawyer and an intoxicated nerd.

Wonderful.

Greg the Lawyer took a sip from his beer, grimacing a bit. The guy clearly wasn't a

drinker. "So, Zev, are you here for the bride or groom?" he asked the nerd.

"The bride. Tami's an ex-girlfriend."

That caught Dermot's attention. "Really?"

"Yeah. We were together for about a month when she was living in the states."

"She was my nanny," said Dermot. "I lost my virginity to her."

"Your nanny ?" asked Greg. "How old are you?"

"Never mind," said Dermot, immediately wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. "It's a

long story."

"Yeah, but you're, what, early thirties? She's gotta be about your age, maybe even

younger." Greg started to count on his fingers.

"It's not important." It was definitely time to steer the conversation away from

himself. "What about you? Are you here for the bride or groom?"

"Groom. But I did sleep with the bride."

"All three of us slept with Tami?" asked Zev. "That's a pretty big coincidence."

"Well, I don't mean to show disrespect for the bride on her wedding day," said

Greg, "but it's not all that big of a coincidence, if you know what I mean."

The men all nodded.

"I want to hear more about the nanny thing," said Zev. "I bet she sure as hell didn't

have to fight to get you in bed by nine."

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