A Very Vegas St. Patrick's Day (Very Holiday, #3)

by Kayley Loring

I’m no stranger to cold. I’m Irish—we’ve farmed whole fields of four-legged future wool sweaters for millennia to keep out the chill of the Irish sea.

“Today is the day I reckon with fate. The day I wrestle with my destiny to become the man of the house and win over my new heir.” There is a brief pause from the owner. “So you will not be adding the cake for $39.99?” “No, I will not be adding the cake for $39.99,” I say, irritated.

May the lilt of Irish laughter lighten every load, may the mist of Irish magic shorten every road, may you taste the sweetest pleasures that fortune ere bestowed, and may all your friends remember all the favors you are owed.