Irish Mob Romance Books Novels & Stories

I didn't notice earlier until then. "Hello!" He brought out his hand towards me for a handshake. "I'm Irisha." I responded as I reciprocated his handshake. Surprisingly, I froze, my eyes resting on his, gazing so deeply into his deep, blue eyes, shining like the dazzling stream of the sun rays, cool as the soothing breeze of the sea on my soul, as my hand rested on his, transferring into my being the lustful glaze of his glare. I could feel my heart beating, panting and pumping like it was going to pop out of my body.

So he kissed her as St Just held her in his arms, sucking her neck, and then kissing her mouth as she twisted to turn her face to St Just, her hand around his neck, pulling him down. Liam O’Grady pressed his mouth to her breasts, gently kissing and moving down to her nipples, which were hard and peaked. When he opened his mouth and drew one of the taut peaks into his mouth, Bianca shuddered, moaning softly, her hips moving restlessly. She gripped his head, her hands sinking in his hair as she pleaded, “Just take me, Irish, I shall come right here, like this, if you keep on.” The Irish Mafia man laughed hoarsely, eyes shining.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

the father said to kiro " yes father" kiro said "You, Joy Guzman, are you accepting Kiro Smith as your wife in hardship and ease?" said the priest to me "Yes father" I said "you may say your vows" "I remember when we first met at church you sniffed me like a dog, I told myself I might stink so you sniffed me hahaha, I teased you before and teased you so you could notice me because you captured my attention that time and then you're pissed because of me because I'm so annoying , when you allowed me to come with you when we watched starry night I know I love you already , but I don't know if you love me, it's good that even though I'm like this you still love me so I'm thankful, remember man

A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. Stay in touch! irismorland.com Iris Morland’s Mermaids Newsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram

A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. Stay in touch! irismorland.com Iris Morland’s Mermaids Newsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram

I hardly know where to start. I’m not starved of feminine company, I could have my pick of women. Plenty of them are in love with the idea of a fucking a mobster. They crave the perceived danger or are lost in their romantic notions of what ‘dark romance’ could look like. But I’ve been busy the last few months. There hasn’t been time. Maybe that’s why I can barely contain my hunger for Irina. I’m about to break a six month dry spell with her. Looking her over again, I pat myself mentally on the back for resisting her this long.

Lupita assured him that they never had the courage to look at a single letter. Once she arrived, and under the light of a candle and an old desk, she opened the manuscript and found her mother's story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Manuscript; When I arrived at my beloved Del Valle's apartment early that afternoon, the curtains were drawn, and behind them, the bright tropical sun left the room in a kind of perpetual twilight. Everything was perfect, spotless and tidy, as if it were a nun's quarters. The only evidence of life was a glass bookcase that housed three volumes: Wiseguy, Donnie Brasco and Mo

A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. Stay in touch! irismorland.com Iris Morland’s Mermaids Newsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram

How bold of her, this little wench I rescued from the fangs of that Caraberra bastard. Her palms smoothed up and down my sides, and I almost went crazy with anger when I felt her tongue on my skin through the fabric. “You look so sex-starved, and it’s ruining your good looks. So let me—“ “Are you fucking—“ The words were snatched out of my mouth as the entrance gave way with a loud creak, and Iris stepped through the door—shut—a look of shock and…genuine hurt tainting her features. Then she turned on her heels and fled from the room.