O'Gallagher Nights: The Series
O'Gallagher Nights, #1-3
Publication Date: November 30, 2016
Genres: Adult, New Adult, Contemporary Romance
The three O'Gallagher siblings, all in one set. Includes bonus material such as slightly expanded stories & a Christmas novella not otherwise available!
O’Gallaghers has been a long-lasting establishment in San Diego, known for its Irish brews and fare. When the next generation of O’Gallaghers take over though, it becomes known for a little bit more…
One Night Stand
I had been damn near positive Curly would leave in the hours between our chat and close, but nope. She sat at her high top, one leg crossed over the other, nursing the bottle of water I left with her. Sometimes she’d lean against the table, others she’d sit up straight. But always, her eyes were on me and my movements.
I knew what women like her saw when they watched me.
A man whom she considered was just out of her league. A man who would never take a moment to appreciate the plain shirt and jean-clad legs, hair in a mess of a bun, while women with perfect hair and perfect faces and perfect tits falling out of their hardly-there shirts leaned over my bar.
But pussy was pussy. Tits were tits.
And every now and then, it was fun to throw something different in the mix.
I glanced over my shoulder at the clock before turning back to the last of the bar’s customers. “Closing time, ladies.” As was usual, I was the last to be in the bar. My cooks left at eleven; the last of the barmaids left an hour ago, and Stone left an hour before that.
“What are you up to tonight, Conor?” a fucking gorgeous brunette asked me. Her eyes met mine, but not before checking out my junk.
Not that she could see much of anything under the heavy fabric of this kilt.
I was up, all right, but it wasn’t for this brunette. It was for the one who kept her heavy gaze in my direction, who kept licking her fucking pink, full lips. Kept drawing in that lower lip. Kept squeezing her fucking knees together as she sat with her legs crossed.
She was just as impatient as I was.
Most of the women generally were.
About Last Night
The very last thing I could remember about last night was sitting on the back stoop of O’Gallaghers, bawling.
My life just went from shitty to shittier.
I don’t suppose it was really all that bad, but after working a double at O’Gallaghers, I had raced home so I could study for my first major test in my nursing lecture course, only to find out I misplaced my keys somewhere during my walk home.
After starting at O’Gallaghers, I did indeed get rid of my car. Between not having television or a car, and working doubles at O’Gallaghers, I’d been able to afford school and something more than ramen and Kraft Macaroni Dinners. I splurged on Shapes though, because yeah, they were better than the Original.
I would cut out the internet expense too, but I needed that for school.
Anyway, I got home at one in the morning only to discover I hadn’t grabbed my keys in my hurry to get a few hours in of studying. I had been planning on studying until two, sleeping until nine, then going to my review with Conor and Rory, before finally heading to class. Everything worked out in my head.
I should have freaking known better. Nothing ever worked as planned.
I got home, couldn’t get in, and had to turn back to the pub. Unfortunately, by the time I got back, Rory had already locked up. Having no place to go, I sat on the back stoop, put my head in my hands, and cried.
Cut corners, and eventually they bite you in the ass…and I’m pretty sure mine just did.
So, that was the last of what I remembered.
Somehow, though, I ended up in a bed. I started to come to when the body I had thrown myself against started to move, but it wasn’t until the body moved and I could hear someone peeing in a nearby bathroom that I opened my eyes and looked around.
The bedroom was huge. I frowned.
Why was I in a bedroom?
Frantically, I looked down to reassure myself I was in my clothes.
Thank the good Lord.
What happened though?
I turned around and sat up, rubbing my hand over my face and then looked around the room for a clock.
I was due to meet Rory and Conor like… now!
I scrambled out of the bed and looked around for shoes, spotting them tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed. I pulled myself to stand and just as I was about to slip my feet into my well-worn Birkenstock sandals that had been a gift…
Rory O’fucking-Gallagher came walking out of the bathroom.
Oh my God.
Oh my flipping God.
I spent the night in Rory O’Gallagher’s bed.
I threw my body over his. Ok, just my leg, but oh my God, my leg touched something on him!
I swallowed hard, staring at him as he stood in the doorway of what must have been the bathroom. He stood there, all hard body, messy reddish-brown hair, with a delicious morning shadow.
“What,” he finally said. “No thank you?”
All Night Long
“Dance with me?” I asked, picking up her hand in mine.
She sat up and smiled slightly. “Sure?” Her brows drew in for a moment, making me chuckle.
“Don’t worry about the music, Angel.”
If anything, that made her frown deepen, but still she rose from the couch when I pulled her to stand, willingly moving into my body when I brought her closer.
With both of her small hands in one of mine I brought her closer, my other hand to the small of her back. She was pressed against me everywhere and I fucking loved it. She was a little stiff, but my guess would be she simply felt awkward. Hell, there was no music—it was slightly awkward.
But I brought my A-game tonight.
I was no Justin Timberlake, but I could sing when needed.
With my voice low and soft, I sang to her, our bodies rocking slightly back and forth in the light of her living room. I sang to her a classic Sinatra song, and led that into “Till It’s Over,” my version a little more sensual and slower than the version she swayed to in the Jeep earlier. When I got to the ‘naked making out’ part though, Brenna pulled back laughing.
It was the most alive I had seen her face in the short time I’d known her. “They don’t say that!” Her eyes were bright, her smile wide, but she didn’t pull her hands from the cage mine put them in.
I grinned crookedly. “But they do. You’ve interrupted my song.” My hand on her lower back rubbed in small circles. “…or keep our clothes on. Don't—”
“But those aren’t the words. It’s ‘makin’ makin’ out.’”
I barked out a laugh, my own smile growing wide. “This isn’t Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Brenna.”
“Seriously though? ‘Naked makin’ out?’”
Reluctantly, I let go of her hands to pull my phone from my pocket. I was more than pleased when she kept her hands on my chest, spreading her fingers over me. I kept my hand on her back though, not wanting to let go of any more points of contact. Quickly, I pulled up a search result for the lyrics to the Old Dominion song and double-tapped the screen, zooming in on the first verse.
With my thumb under the words, I showed her the phone. “See? Naked makin’ out.”
She spoke through her wide smile, shaking her head. “That’s ridiculous.”
I tossed my phone toward the couch, kind of thankful it actually landed on the couch and not the hardwood floor, and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her impossibly close. Lowering my head toward her ear, I swayed us back and forth to the music in my head. “But it’s true,” I whispered to her.
She burrowed into me, slipping her arms around my waist, and swayed with me as I sang her the rest of the song.
Hot Holiday Nights
The muscle between my eyes was tight and I focused on relaxing my frown before standing and following Rory into the kitchen. “I thought we were driving to San Diego?”
When Rory moved in, I wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen between the two of us. We were friends but more…but still not quite everything. He was surprisingly easy to live with and he held up on his end of the bargain, or what he offered when he begged for me to allow him to stay.
He cooked, he cleaned, he grocery shopped. He put the toilet seat lid down and replaced the toilet paper. He even did my laundry, and hung my bras and laid out my shirts that needed to dry flat. We did everything that couples did but have sex and I was pretty sure that was going to be happening sooner than later—sooner if I had a say. There were only so many nights I could go with him wrapped behind me before I decided to take him in his sleep.
It didn’t appear that Rory was going to be making any moves. It looked like his ‘big move’ was the literal move of relocating. I had to kiss him first. I had to offer him half my bed.
Apparently I was going to have to undress him, too. That was ok; I had a plan.
THE BOOKS INCLUDED IN THE O'GALLAGHER NIGHTS: THE SERIES BOXED SET!
ONE NIGHT STAND
(O'Gallagher Nights #1)
Thirty-two, six-foot, and all muscle. Flashes of dimples behind his black beard, quick winks for the lady patrons, and a tattoo sleeve that leaves the ladies begging to be his nightly conquest.
Because one of them will be.
Every night at close, Conor brings one, two, sometimes more, up to his apartment and has his merry way with them. The women always leave satisfied, and always know he’s a one and done kind of guy, no repeat performances.
But what happens when one of his one night stands comes back into his life five months later, and pregnant no less?
What happens when one night gives you more than you bargained for?Conor’s about to find out…
ABOUT LAST NIGHT
(O'Gallagher Nights #2)
Thirty, five-ten, and long, lean muscle.
The middle O'Gallagher is as known for his prowess in the bedroom as the oldest is,
and for so much more.
Women have always been attracted to him.
People have always flocked to him.
But then there was Emily Winters.
With her white blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and cold demeanor toward him, Rory shouldn't want anything to do with her.
But so help him, he does.
ALL NIGHT LONG
(O'Gallagher Nights #3)
The baby sister of those sexy O'Gallagher boys has her own story to tell.
Her brothers think she's something she's not... but the truth is,
most of the rumors had always been true.
At twenty, she decided she needed a change.
Then her brothers hired him.
He makes her feel like she's spiraling backward, but is she really?
Has she found the one person she can confide in, the one person who will not judge her?
And just how long can she keep it from her brothers before the repercussions settle in and she not only loses him, but the respect of her brothers?
Her road hasn't been easy--and it's not about to start smoothing out now.Mignon Mykel is the author of the Prescott Family series, as well as the short-novella erotic romance series, O'Gallagher Nights. When not sitting at Starbucks writing whatever her characters tell her to, you can find her hiking in the mountains of her new home in Arizona.
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