The Dublin Rugby Romance Series

When you enjoy reading about hot, alpha athletes who play hard and love even harder

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Trying Sophie

I grew up surrounded by professional athletes, so I know better than to date one. Which is why I’m determined not to fall for arrogant rugby star Declan O’Shaughnessy.

Except he’s nothing like I remember.

Gone is the boy who used to torment me, and in his place is a sexy, muscled man that I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from. And it’s not just his hot, chiseled body that I’m falling for. Underneath all that brash cockiness, he’s kind and generous too.

But he’s looking for forever, and my stay in Dublin is only temporary. So how come when I’m with him it feels a lot like coming home?


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Ruck Me

I’ve called my best friend Aoife O’Shaughnessy a bunch of things, but dumb was never one of them. Until now.

Because I just heard her plan to cash in her v-card, and it’s ridiculous. Worse, it’s dangerous. She truly has no idea how far in over her head she actually is.

So I volunteered for the job instead.

It was only sex. We were never supposed to fall in love. And that thing that happened next? Neither of us planned on that.


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Scrumptious

Playboy. Flirt. Womanizer. I know what they say about me, but none of it is true. Despite the parade of girls leaving my bedroom, I’d rather stay a virgin than wind up like my famous dad.

But one flirty conversation with Lauren Andrews, a sexy chef from California who’s been hired to cook for the team, and I’m all in. One kiss, and I yearn for more.

But between our age difference and the fact that she’s going back to America in two months, convincing her to give me a chance is harder than I thought. I'm used to women falling at my feet, not pushing me away.

But I won't give up.

I'm willing to do what it takes to make her mine ... even if that means leaving Dublin—and rugby—behind for good.


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Break Down

All my life I’ve been curious. Unfortunately, the first time I succumbed to those desires, the guy I was with blackmailed me. Which is how I ended up in Edinburgh, hanging out in Lachlan MacLeod’s restaurant, salivating over more than what’s on the menu.

His whiskey-colored eyes, the colorful ink lining his forearms, and his calm intelligence drive me wild. I want him. But more than that, I trust him.

Unfortunately, he wants a relationship, and I’m deep in the closet. So even though I’ve never felt better than I do when I’m with him, for the sake of my career, I just might have to break both our hearts.


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Blind Sided

The day my fiancé left me at the alter for his pregnant secretary, I thought my life was over. Thankfully, my sister refused to let me wallow in misery. Her philosophy? To get over him, I needed to get under someone new.

While I didn’t necessarily subscribe to that approach to relationships, a long weekend in Dublin seemed like a good way to move on.

Standing in my hotel lobby, I never expected to meet Ross O’Connor, a sexy rugby player with the body of a gladiator and the heart of a gentleman. And when he asked me to extend my trip by two weeks, I never expected to say yes.

All I wanted was to get over my ex; I never meant to fall in love.