O'Gallagher Nights: The Series
O'Gallagher Nights, #1-3
Mignon Mykel
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
Conor
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.
I was.
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.
Ten.
Shit!
Ten!
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.
And smirking.
The
ass.
“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
#1
Flagstaff? Tomorrow?
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)
Conor O’Gallagher.
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)
Rory O'Gallagher.
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)
Brenna O'Gallagher.
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.
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