Devlin is part of an anthology of stories surrounding Lucky's Bar and Strip Club in NYC. In Lucky's Charms, my character (Devlin, of course), is a six foot, five inch, tanned and tatted, sex-on-a-stick, leprechaun who loses a bet to his four equally delicious cousins. How do they demand payment? By demanding Devlin go to Lucky's Bar and Strip Club to strip for one month. To get a glimpse of Devlin and his, um, shillelagh, be sure to visit the Love, Lust and Laptops site. But, while you wait, I'll give you a little of my Irish stud...
Devlin’s gaze scanned
the crowd, searching for what had triggered the sudden surge to his power.
Lights flashed and the music blared to life once again as the next guy prepared
to take the stage. Devlin darted his eyes away. The only dick he wanted to see
tonight was his own. Preferably as it sank into the heat of a certain … fuck.
Dammit, he enjoyed
women. All women. Their luscious curves, soft and warm. He loved the sweet
sounds of release that escaped from their pouty lips as he rode them, drove
them over the edge while he found his own release. Human, shifter, fae … hell,
he’d even done a vampire or two. But, he hadn’t done any riding of late, his
mind too preoccupied with the only woman to ever deny him. Preoccupied, hell.
He was fucking obsessed.
Keira.
Even her name had the
power to make him rock hard. Her amber eyes blazed in his memory and fueled his
arousal each night as he jacked himself off. He was certain her allure was
grounded in the fact she’d rejected him. A new and unpleasant experience. One
he didn’t care to have again.
Devlin drained his
glass. She posed a challenge. That was all. Nothing more.
At least that’s what he
kept telling himself.
Another surge to his
power pulled his gaze to the entrance. His lungs seized as liquor spewed from
his lips. Standing in the doorway, looking entirely too edible in her skintight
jeans, was the woman who’d haunted his dreams.
What the hell was she
doing here? Was she looking for him?
The way she glanced
around the bar, he doubted it. She appeared to be whispering to the guy manning
the door, whose name Devlin couldn’t remember. The guy waved her through, and
she handed over a wad of cash before he directed her toward the stairs on the
left. The guy turned and signaled Liam, Lucky’s newest charm, to come over.
Damn, with that amount
of cash, she’d either be in a private room the rest of the night, or Liam was
about to receive a very large tip.
Keira’s ass wiggled as
she shifted from one foot to the other, hesitating briefly at the bottom of the
stairs. Nervous, was she? She should be.
Of course, Devlin had no
intention of letting Liam touch her. Aside from the fact that it was Liam’s
first night and he looked a little nervous, there was no way another man would
get his hands on Keira. Not tonight anyway. Tonight, she was all his. He’d have
her … oh yes, he’d have her, all right.
And then he’d be able to
get her out of his head once and for all.
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Devlin premieres on March 21 - anthology available for download - FOR FREE - in April!
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