They’re Hot and Irish Born by Olivia Starke
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Happy St. Patty’s Day! Please welcome Olivia Starke to my Blog!
They’re HOT and IRISH Born!
To celebrate St. Patty’s day I thought I’d give readers a break from the corned beef hash and green beer (neither which I care for) to ogle a few Irish born hotties.
Jonathon Rhys Meyers
Born in Dublin, Ireland, he’s made his mark in indie films with Velvet Goldmine. He’s had various other roles in films, but they’re escaping me right now. Seriously, Google this guy on images and you’ll see what I mean….
From Northern Ireland, he may not have that bad boy hotness, but I adore his acting. I could list his vast resume here, but we all know how awesome he is.
And speaking of bad boys….Yup, he’s all Irish yumminess. There’s even a film floating around somewhere of him getting freaky with a Playboy Bunny.
Born in County Meath, Ireland, he moved to London as a child. Remember Remington Steele? Yup, I had a crush on him then, even though I was way too young to have crushes. And he remains my fave 007, regardless.
M/M/F available at Decadent Publishing and Kindle!
Maddie takes a weekend camping trip to forget her two timing ex-boyfriend. Instead of peace and quiet, she stumbles upon two hunks who put the wild in wilderness. And they have plans of their own—to heat up her sexless life. An evening of rowdy lovin’ is just what she needs to get over her broken heart.
When she joins them in a trio that leaves her satisfied and exhausted, they have one more surprise in store called Midnight Madness…
Who the hell has an orgy in the middle of the wilderness?
Reported random animal attacks had been Maddie’s concern, not the harassing sounds of sex. She needed peace and quiet to lick her wounds and sort out her life. Not the lusty grunts of some overzealous man giving it to his lady. For the past two hours.
Seriously, two flippin’ hours? She charged through the woods, ready to rain on someone’s parade. They’d just have to find someplace else to have an obscenely loud lovefest.
“God, the nerve of some people.”
She batted at a fly buzzing around her head. So what if she hadn’t had an orgasm in four months—thanks to her selfish ex-boyfriend—well, not one that wasn’t self-induced. And who cared if sex had been nonexistent while the relationship had suffered a slow, painful death.
“Men suck. Certainly no marathon lovemaking for me anytime soon.” She yanked at a limb and flinched when it lashed back against her face, knocking her glasses off. Unreasonable anger boiled over.
“Son-of-a-bitch, piece of….” She kicked out at nothing in particular, giving in to the long overdue temper tantrum. Brambles hooked around her foot and she did a face plant on the leaf-covered forest floor. My utter lack of grace strikes again. Rolling onto her back, she spit out dirt and stuck a scraped finger into her mouth. The wound smarted, distracting her from her fury. She stared at the blue sky through the budding tree limbs, sweat breaking out on her brow. The unseasonably warm spring had driven her to seek a peaceful weekend camping retreat. Maybe she should’ve opted for a hotel with air-conditioning instead. And a six pack of beer, give or take another twelve pack.
“Oh God, yes! More, more, more….” The deep, male voice echoed through the hollow.
Maddie pummeled the ground with her fists. “You oversexed freak!” Her words were drowned out by the man’s grunts.