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“Amanda? There's a crazy person trying to get in your house.” Amanda didn’t stir from her bedroom as the banging continued. Lana rolled off the couch and glimpsed at her pale face in the mirror. Under her eyes were dark and her dehydrated lips were red, the aftermath of a messy breakup from her cheating ex visible. Opening the door, she stumbled back as the guy she’d been crushing on for weeks barged in, carrying a brown paper bag. As if her drunken late-night-booty-call fail wasn’t bad enough, now the business owner who she'd only ever seen in a tailored suit was in her friend’s apartment, looking hotter than hell in gray track pants and a muscle hugging t-shirt. "How did you find me?" “Here.” He ignored her question and handed her the bottle of water and a sachet. “Mix up the powder and drink it. It'll help your hangover. Then get dressed.” A black sports cap shaded his eyes, giving him a dangerous edge. Her belly flipped. “Get dressed?” “Yeah." He stepped into her. "Because those little shorts are riding too high, and you’re coming home with me.” Continue reading this spicy forbidden Irish romance today! Also available in paperback.