Luck of the Irish: Complete Edition

by Liz Gavin

  On the night before the wedding, Keira and Declan had the same dream. They dreamed they met his mother in the same luminous room they had met in their previous dreams. She hugged both of them at the same time before stepping back and looking at them.

  “I’m so happy for you, my darlings. For a long time, I prayed you would find each other. I knew it was all it would take for your hearts to recognize the fact that they beat to the same rhythm.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You are soul mates, Keira. You were born to be together. Nobody else would do.”

  “Mom, if we were soul mates, why were we born in different sides of the ocean? We could have never met.”

  “That wasn’t going to happen, son. You would eventually find a way because you wouldn’t be happy otherwise.”

  Declan looked at Keira then turned to his mother, “Now that Keira’s here with me, I know I would have done anything to find her if she hadn’t come to me. Still, this is a dream and I know that, when I wake up, I won’t remember any of this. How would I have been able to know that my soul mate was somewhere else, away from me? That I needed to find her?”

  “Son, when the soul wants, the soul finds a way. Your soul would have known it. But things worked out fine and tomorrow you’ll get married,” she held Keira’s hands in hers and smiled when the Claddagh sparkled under the intense white light. “I’m glad Declan accepted my suggestion. It looks great on your finger, honey.”

  Keira was so overwhelmed that her only answer was to hug Iris tightly. When she finally let her mother-in-law go, it was Declan’s turn to hold his mother in his arms for as long as he could. She slowly started to fade away but they heard her voice clearly inside their heads, “I’ll be with you always.”

  In the end, their wedding was a big, beautiful, and romantic occasion, with their families and friends gathered at the hotel, overlooking the bay. It was a warm day and the sun shone brightly in the sky behind Keira and Declan, while they exchanged their heartfelt vows. Keira had agreed with her mother in almost every aspect of the ceremony, except the vows and the hand fasting ritual. She had put her foot down on both.

  “Declan, your love has given me a better understanding of myself. Through your eyes I have seen a different side of me – stronger, more self-confident and more independent. You have made me a better person, not only because you believed in me, but because you helped me believe in myself. Today, before our families and friends, I promise to love you and cherish you for the rest of our lives together – which means, forever.”

  “Keira, before I met you, I had never believed in eternal love. I had never believed soul mates existed. Now I know that my heart knew your heart before we were born because mine leapt inside my chest the moment you walked into my bar. I knew you were the one for me although I didn’t know you were already mine. And not knowing it drove me into being the man you deserved, a man capable of winning your admiration and your love. Today, as you give me the honor of becoming my wife, I promise you I will devote myself to proving my worth to you, for all eternity, because that’s how long I will love you.”

  “Clasp your hands together,” the justice of the peace instructed them before he started winding a white ribbon around their hands. “This ribbon symbolizes spiritual purity, truth, peace, and devotion, all things Declan and Keira want to bring into their marriage. As I wind it around their clasped hands, so do all the wishes, dreams, prayers, and love that their families and friends have brought here and offered them, today. Finally, this knot I’ve tied around their hands means that Keira and Declan are eternally bond and they never wish to be parted from one another.”

  There were very few dry eyes in the audience as the groom kissed the bride.

  A year later

  After O’Hallon had been sent to prison for life, Keira’s own life returned to normal. Even though they hadn’t noticed it before, it seemed as if they had been holding their breaths, waiting for the final act of that drama to unfold. When it did, both Declan and Keira were relieved because the defense attorney had tried to get a verdict of not guilty by reason of insanity. Justice prevailed, though, when the jury saw the clear premeditation behind O’Hallon’s acts, which contradicted any attempt on his lawyer’s part to establish insanity.

  Feeling safe again, Keira decided to go back to school and get a degree in Architecture. Declan immediately agreed and encouraged her.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with that, Declan? I can postpone it until next year to stay in the restaurant with you a little longer. It’s a lot of work.”

  “I know it is, hon, but I’ll hire a manager to help me.”

  “Can we do it already?’

  “Oh, yeah! The restaurant is doing much better than I had anticipated. We’ll be fine.”

  She hugged, kissed him and giggled.

  “I can’t believe you giggled like a little girl, Keira Faith Ashe Slane.”

  “I can’t help myself, baby. You make me so happy I feel like laughing all the time. What can I do? In you, Declan Patrick Slane, I’ve found what I had been looking for – everlasting love.”

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  When I was in Second Grade (just a couple of years ago, really), my teacher told my mother I should start a diary because I needed an outlet for my active and vivid imagination. You see, I was a talkative child who would disrupt her class by engaging my colleagues in endless conversations. I loved telling them the stories my grandfather used to tell me.

  I guess the teacher wasn’t a big fan of my stories. Or maybe she preferred a quieter group of students. Either way, my mother bought me a diary and I happily wrote on it for a month or so. Then, I gave it up. I didn’t see the appeal since I was writing for my own enjoyment only. I missed the audience my friends in school provided me. I went back to disturbing my dear teacher’s class.

  Since then, I’ve been a hungry reader. I read anything and everything I can get my hands on – from the classics to erotica. And that’s how I got the courage to start writing down some of my naughty fantasies. Nowadays, I’m a writer. I write erotic romances and some erotica, too.

  Living in New Orleans improves my creativity tenfold. It’s such a vibrant, gorgeous and wonderful city but NOLA also has a darker, wickeder side that has always captured my imagination.

  So, welcome to my world of steamy, sexy Alpha males and naughty, independent women. Add a touch of the paranormal in the presence of some wicked souls and you’ll get the picture.

  Sit back, fire up your Kindle and enjoy the ride!

  Liz Gavin

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  Carol Anne Sullivan is a tough New York stockbroker. She’s suffered enough in order to learn a hard lesson - never let love spoil her relationships. Her boyfriends know that rule from the start. She’s domineering and assertive but also faithful and fair while her relationships last.

  Mark Aikens is Carol’s boyfriend. He’s been in love with her for a while but his submissive side hasn’t allowed him to rebel against her golden rule and to tell her how he feels. Fear of losing her forever might spur him into action.

  Cindy O’Rourke has admired Carol from afar. So, she jumps at the opportunity to work for her idol. Little does she know, things will never be the same for her after that job interview.

  Carol has been going
through a rough patch: world economical crisis, dysfunctional parents, demanding clients, faulty equipment. Without much time for herself, her love life is suffering. So what is the big deal if she fantasizes about a new employee when her boyfriend, Mark, can’t give her what she needs? The big deal is - the new receptionist, Cindy, is a woman who threatens to turn her world upside down.

  This is the steamy tale of an unconventional love triangle, which should be read with an open mind and an open heart. Sometimes, love comes to our lives in unexpected ways but with such overwhelming power that the best course of action might be to surrender to it.

  EXCERPT

  I relaxed in my chair and got to work on my computer. Some time later, Mark entered my room with papers for me to sign. I checked the contracts and signed them up while monitoring the electronic NYSE market on my computer screen. I had been doing that for so long that it was like second nature to me, something I did without much thinking. When Mark didn’t leave after I had returned the papers, I looked up and met his mesmerized gaze glued to my face.

  “Do you need anything else?”

  “I’m sorry, Ms. Sullivan, I didn’t mean to stare or intrude. It’s just that I’ve been working with you for almost two years as your assistant, plus three years or so with the trading team before that, but I’m still fascinated by your genius. I don’t know how you do it. How can you be right so often in a volatile market such as ours?”

  I chuckled and gestured for him to sit down on the chair across from me. It gave me time to think about his comments before asking him.

  “What exactly would you like to know, Mark?”

  “Anything you’d like to teach me, Carol. I’m sorry. I mean, Ms. Sullivan,” he was embarrassed at his slip of the tongue.

  “We are alone, Mark. It’s fine if you call me Carol,” I studied his eager expression for a moment. “Are you asking me to explain to you how I know which stocks to sell and which ones to buy?”

  “Basically, yes. If it’s not a big commercial secret, that is. I’d love to understand how your mind works.”

  I smiled at Mark and pondered at how to best answer him.

  “Believe it or not, this is not an easy question. In fact, I’ve been asking it myself for a while. What I can tell you, though, is that I’ve always been good with numbers, with making quick decisions under pressure. Those qualities are an essential part of my business success. But I wouldn’t be able to explain my working system, even if my life depended on it, simply because I don’t know how.”

  I paused to try to translate my feelings into words and he seized the chance to speak.

  “Carol, the way you buy and sell the stocks at the best time possible is uncanny. Of course, you get it wrong once in a while, but your winning rate is legendary,” he sounded like a young boy praising his athletic hero or something like that. It was so endearing I needed to keep my emotions in check. “Sometimes it seems supernatural.”

  “You flatter me, Mark. You know how it goes. The team gathers information on the companies whose stocks seem more promising. They report back to me so that I can analyze the companies’ numbers. I compare their production data and check on their business background just as any other thorough broker would do.”

  “Yeah, right!” he scoffed. “Then, when the bell rings in the NYSE, you sit behind your computer to monitor the electronic trading session and make millions of dollars, both for the company and for our clients, just like that,” he snapped his fingers to illustrate his point. “That’s no explanation at all, Carol.”

  “Mark, sweetie, I’m not being evasive nor trying to hide any tricks. When I look at the computer screen, something happens, which I cannot explain. I just ‘know’ how the trading session will unfold. Like you said, I don’t get it right every time but my rate is pretty high, indeed.”

  “That is why you’ve got to be so respected in Wall Street.”

  “And so feared,” I volunteered the part he had left out.

  He looked so cute when he blushed like he was blushing at my sarcastic comment.

  “Come on, Mark. I know my reputation. It is my job to know it, by the way.”

  “Nevertheless, it’s an unfair reputation. If you let people know the real you they wouldn’t fear you,” he looked at me with adoring eyes as he put his hand over my shoulder to squeeze it lightly.

  My alarm bells rang like crazy at his remark and his expression. The conversation was getting too personal and sentimental, too fast, so I turned to my usual self-defense secret weapon for these situations – mockery laced with self-deprecating words.

  “My pet, you of all people should know that is not true. If they knew what I can do with a whip and a pair of handcuffs they would run to the hills screaming in terror,” I laughed then returned my attention to the computer effectively ending the conversation.

  Mark was smart enough to know his time with his mentor was up. He stood and left the room but I quit pretending to work as soon as he closed the door without a sound behind him. I stared at it for a long time wondering how much truth there could be in his words. I was going to turn thirty soon and that got me thinking.

  “Maybe this is supposed to be a kind of milestone in a person’s life. Who knows? It might be a good time to rethink my choices. There would still be time to make up for possible mistakes and wasted time, right?”

  For some reason, his words stuck with me so that I had trouble concentrating again and needed to make an effort to forget them in order to work. Many people depended on me – employees and clients alike. I had a huge responsibility I couldn’t neglect because I was going through an early midlife crisis. So, I took a series of deep breaths, stretched my arms over my head, then, went to the in-suite bathroom to wash and shake off the last distracting feelings. When I sat back behind my desk there wasn’t a shred of insecurity or self-doubt in my mind. I was back on bitchy Wall Street-broker mode again. Life was good!

  Check out these stories by Liz Gavin

  Fallen Angel

  Club Desire Collection

  At the club

  Halloween at Club Desire

  Powerless

  Too hot to handle

  Girls have fun

  Between the Ghost and the Dom

  Her favorite Ghost

  Take me to the Domme

  In the Lounge

  Maureen

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  Available also in Portuguese

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  If you want to contact me, please, write an email to lizgavin@elessarbooks.com

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