About the Book
THE HEAT IS ON
When Rory Arish and his two fiery dragon siblings are run out of their ancestral Irish home, it seems their luck has run out—until they arrive in Boston and find a paranormal-friendly apartment building. Finally, Rory has a place to call home. There’s only one problem: Rory’s new lair has simultaneously been rented to an infuriating woman who is as stubborn as she is beautiful and will not leave ‘her’ apartment matter how steamed he may be…
AND SPARKS FLY
Amber McNally is a down-on-her-luck flight attendant. She needs this apartment, and not even a fire-breathing dragon with his Irish charm and scorching good looks is going to scare her away. Holing up in their respective corners, a battle of wills ensues. Who will be the first to blink…or give in to their off-the-charts chemistry and decide to make this unorthodox living arrangement a little more permanent?
Shannon, and Chloe Arish bobbed on a raft just off the western shore of County Kerry, Ireland. They had been marched, against their will, to the edge of the cliff, and then magically transported to the raft. Rory, head of his clan, shook his fist at the little bastards dancing and laughing on the cliff above them, right next to his clan’s, now fully exposed, ancient castle. “You can’t do this! Our people have coexisted for centuries. You’re violatin’ the treaty signed by our ancestors,” he roared. Shamus, the most gleeful of the three redheaded leprechauns, yelled back, “We don’t know who signed it. We weren’t there. Maybe the dragons forged our ancestors’ signatures.” “Why would they do that?” Chloe yelled. “We were protectin’ each other. Your people with your magic and our clan with our might.” “Ha! Look who’s high and mighty now,” Shamus called back. “This is the same as murder!” Chloe yelled. “You know damn well this raft won’t make it across the ocean. And look what you’re doin’ to me poor sister.” She pointed to Shannon, who was lying prostrate on the lashed logs, sobbing. The bastards hadn’t even let her say good- bye to Finn, her intended. Lucky elbowed Shamus. “She has a point.” “About a cryin’ sister? Who cares?” “Not that. About the murder part.”
Clancy stroked his red and gray beard. “We should give them a worthy craft and enough food so they don’t starve.” Shamus’s delight faded fast. “You’re not goin’ soft on these thieves, are you? They took your gold!” Clancy leaned in close, but Rory’s superior hearing picked up what he thought was an admission of doubt. “We didn’t take your damn gold!” he shouted at the leprechauns. “You did,” Shamus insisted. “Who else but a dragon would covet our treasure?” Rory set his hands on his hips. “Oh, I don’t know… Everyone?” Clancy finally addressed his brothers. “They should be kept alive. If we don’t find the gold in their keep, we may have to question them some more.” Lucky nodded. “I agree.” Suddenly the dragons found themselves on a fishing trawler, probably large enough to make it across the sea if the weather was perfect the whole way. “There. Now they have safe transport and all the fish they can catch,” Clancy said. Shamus let out a defeated sigh. “All right. I guess that covers our arses.” “Speaking of arses,” Rory yelled. “What do you little shites expect us to do for money if we land somewhere? Are we to sleep on the docks and starve while we look for work?” Lucky said, “Certainly not.” He turned to Shamus. “There are women aboard.” Shamus rolled his eyes. “Fine.” A dozen plastic cards rained down on the dragons, bouncing off their heads.
About Ashlyn Chase
A multi-published eBook author, Ashlyn Chase specializes in characters who reinvent themselves, having reinvented herself numerous times. She has worked as a psychiatric nurse, and for the Red Cross, and has a degree in behavioral sciences. She lives with her true-life hero husband in beautiful New Hampshire.