And from Aspen Mountain Press.
When Dina complains about a packaged four-leaf clover floating in her soup, she meets Connor, the owner of Luck of the Irish. Connor knows the clover is a sign. Dina is his intended and he plans to make sure she doesn't get away. After all, family history has proven the clover can be as much of a curse as a blessing and he doesn't intend to live the remainder of his life in lonely misery. But how can he prove to Dina and the rest of his family that this is as the Goddess wills and not just a night of great sex in bed?
Her blush burned hotter at the compliment. “I… I…” Taking a deep breath Dina forced calmness to flow through her. “Thank you.” She wanted to crawl into the deepest , darkest hole she could find when he laughed again. Thank you? I said thank you? The man compliments me that way and I say thank you? I am pathetic.
“You needed something Miss…”
“Please, before I make and even bigger fool of myself call me Dina. I want to look around to see whom you’re talking to when you call me Miss.”
Connor nodded and flashed her a sexy grin. “How may I be of assistance to you today, Dina?”
You could take me in those big, strong arms of yours and ravage me, you sexy man. Lightly shaking her head to get the naughty thoughts out of it, Dina looked down at her now cold bowl of soup, her eyes lighting on the four leaf clover. “Oh right, I found the most peculiar thing floating in my soup. A clover and I wondered…”
She hadn’t expected him to look so confused when she mentioned her surprising find. As it was St-Patrick’s Day she assumed he’d tell her it was a festive garnish. Instead, the look that crossed his face left her wondering if he needed to sit down. “Connor? Are you feeling alright? Maybe you should sit down.”
“Thank you, I think I will.”
Signaling one of the servers over, he softly whispered something into their ear before having a seat across from her. “Did the clover have three or four leaves?”
Dina picked up the clover and handed it over to him. Something about the seriousness in his eyes told her he’d need to examine the clover himself to acknowledge the truth. Reaching across the table, her body started to tingle in anticipation. The moment their fingers touched the entire room spun around them. When the spinning stopped, all she could see was the most beautiful green eyes she’d ever seen staring deep down into her soul and she’d never felt more at home.