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All staring at me like I’m his pot of gold.
Oh yeah, I’m one lucky woman.
But everything isn’t rainbows and lucky charms with my four Irish treasures. Warwick may have helped me break the curse trapping Doran as the stone gargoyle, but the guys don’t trust the leprechaun. At all.
Worse, demons are pouring into our world unchecked despite the four treasures being reunited. I am their treasurekeeper, the conduit that allows their magic to flow, but there are disturbing holes in my memory.
Someone doesn’t want me to remember…
And these whiskey-drinking, tattoo-loving, motorcycle-riding badasses are quick to leap to the conclusion that I’ve been lepre-conned.
LEPRECHAUNED
LEPRECHAUNED
HER IRISH TREASURES
Four hot Irishmen sitting in a leprechaun’s bar… All staring at me like I’m his pot of gold.
Oh yeah, I’m one lucky woman. But everything isn’t rainbows and lucky charms with my four Irish treasures. Warwick may have helped me break the curse trapping Doran as the stone gargoyle, but the guys don’t trust the leprechaun. At all.
Worse, demons are pouring into our world unchecked despite the four treasures being reunited. I am their treasurekeeper, the conduit that allows their magic to flow, but there are disturbing holes in my memory. Someone doesn’t want me to remember…
And these whiskey-drinking, tattoo-loving, motorcycle-riding badasses are quick to leap to the conclusion that I’ve been lepre-conned.
For my Beloved Sis.
Thank you to Sherri Meyer
for all your help and late night edits!
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Life with the four Irish treasures wasn’t going to be all rainbows, pots of gold, and lucky charms.
Barely a week ago, I’d woken up in bed with a stone gargoyle statue, and my life had not been the same. Now I sat in a leprechaun’s bar with five gorgeous men at my beck and call.
Great, right? What more could a girl want?
For one thing, a bed—for sleep. I’d been painting for days, trying to find clues to Doran’s whereabouts so we could break the curse. I hadn’t slept much at all. I’d almost died in Lake Taneycomo, we’d freed Doran, and the four treasures had brought me back toShamrockedfor some incredibly hot sex on top of the bar.
I wasn’t complaining. Far from it.
Though after what seemed like hours later, they were still drinking. Still laughing and catching up on all the battles the other three men had been in while Doran lay trapped. And I was falling asleep slumped against the bar.
I could go home… except my current home was only a room at my best friend’s house. Viviana had taken me in when I’d left my ex-husband. I didn’t have my own place, and I sure couldn’t bring four or five men home to her guest room.
Bleary-eyed, I propped my chin up and turned to Warwick behind the bar. “Do you have a place where I can sleep?”
A gentle chime rang through the bar, cutting through the laughter immediately. Doran, Aidan, Ivarr, and Keane immediately set their drinks down on the bar and gave Warwick their full attention.
“Last call, gentlemen.” He tipped his head my way. “Mo stórneeds her beauty sleep.”
I almost cracked my jaw yawning so hard. “Sorry to end the party.”
“It’s sorry we are that we lost ourselves in tales rather than seeing to you.” Doran came closer, pulling me gently into his arms. He was still gigantic even in his human form. His massive hand cupped my entire head, and his body was just as hard as the stone statue. “Let’s be off to bed, lads.”
“Uh.” Ivarr gave a sheepish glance in Aidan and Keane’s direction. “She won’t be wanting any part of our loft.”
