Meet the Lads of Dublin Rugby

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Trying Sophie 

Sex and rugby were the only things I cared about—I played hard and fucked even harder. Until my first love waltzed back into my life, and I was given a chance to right the wrongs of my past. 

Sophie doesn’t want to forgive me, but I need her to know that I've changed, that I can be the man she wants me to be. 

I’ve never pursued a woman the way I chase down opponents on the pitch, but I won't give up. Sophie was my first love; I’m going to be her last.

Named a "Best of 2016" by Emerald Book Reviews and a "Top Read of 2017" by A Book Haven.

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Ruck Me

When I heard my childhood friend Aoife’s plan to cash in her v-card, I couldn’t believe my ears. Not only was it stupid, it was dangerous too. 

So I volunteered for the job instead. 

And once I kissed the pink-haired sprite I’d known my whole life, I couldn’t let her go.

We weren’t supposed to fall in love. I wasn’t supposed to make her mine. And what happened next? Well, neither of us planned on that.

Named a "Best of 2017" by Bookalicious Babes Blog

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SCRUMptious

When my job as a sous chef imploded on national TV, I needed a new one, and fast. Which was why the temporary gig as a cook for a rugby team on the other side of the globe sounded perfect. 

I wasn’t looking for a relationship, especially with someone like Donal Casey, the team's cocksure young hooker. But I found love in the most unexpected place, with the most unlikely partner. And even though I was wrong for him, I wanted forever. 

Because when I was in Donal’s arms, everything felt oh so right.

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Break Down

All my life I’d looked and wondered. Could I? Would I? And then, finally, I did. But when I sampled a taste of that forbidden fruit, my whole world came crashing down.

In a new city, in a new country, I’m trying to rebuild my life and get back the things I’d lost. But one look at him—those knowing, whisky-colored eyes, the abrasive scruff dotting his jaw, and the colorful ink lining his forearms—and I wondered all over again.

Can I? Will I?

My heart said no, but my body said yes.