Unfortunately, my so-called freedom did not prevent me from being hit on—a downside of practically living at High Tide Tavern. Thankfully, I had a boyfriend who was more than happy to chase away the creeps. If he wasn’t around, the team, whichhad become a second family this past year, was more than happy to step in.
“She’s not interested.” Liam’s deep voice vibrated the little hairs at the back of my neck as he pulled me into his arms. I couldn’t see his expression, but I was sure he’d narrowed his eyes into that broody, touch her and I’ll knock you out look he gave every man who talked to me.
“Sorry,” the man muttered, then turned away, looking for a different soul to seduce.
“It’s your fault, you know,” Liam said right before dipping his head to kiss my neck.
I pinched my shoulder upward, laughed, then turned to look at him. Even though I picked his outfit, seeing him dressed like a leprechaun—tan trousers, white shirt, green suspenders, and a short scruffy beard that I sprayed orange with temporary dye along with the rest of his hair—made me giggle.
“And how do you figure that?”
“Because you look so damn beautiful.” Liam kissed me and just like on the very first night, the world faded away. I would have thought by now that the butterflies and constant need to feel his touch would have faded, but I want him just as much today as I did a year ago. Maybe more.
Liam pulled back and playfully brushed his nose against mine. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”
“Maybe,” I whispered, a grin tugging at my lips, “but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.” I laced my fingers with his and pulled him toward the back hall. “Upstairs. Where you can show me just how much.”
I think my biggest thank you for this book goes to my readers. It’s been a long time since I published anything, and in this world, unless you’re a household name, it’s far too easy to fade into nothing. Without releasing a new book every 4-6 months, it’s easy to be forgotten, which is why I’m so thankful for my long-term readers who never gave up on me and the new readers who gave me a chance.
Lucky in Love has a fun, no-pressure story. I’d call it a fluff read. Something that just makes you feel happy. Sometimes life is so heavy I just want to read something light. Enter Holly and Liam. I literally JUST realized, as I am typing this, that his name is Liam (no relation to Unexpected). Could I change it? Will I? No. I can’t picture this MMC as anyone but LIam.
I’m squirreling. This happens a lot, which is why I sometimes struggle to finish a novel.
I owe a huge thank you to Sam at Bound By Mischief Author Services. She has my back no matter how long it’s been since we’ve talked (because I am horrible at communication) and is ready for everything.
To my mom, who polished this book until it shinned, you rock. I owe you drinks and dinner.
For my husband, who is so supportive but utterly embarrassed that I write… I pray you never read my books. I love you. I love how you know me better than anyone…but stay out of my head.
And to all the people I’ve probably forgotten because this part of the book is always the hardest, thank you for making it this far with me.
I wouldn’t be here without you.
