Taming Irish

Yeah, I'm cocky. I have a reason to be. Women love me.And not just because I play for one of the most popular rock bands in the world. But because I know exactly how to make a woman's body sing in ways she never thought possible.And hell, if I'll ever give that up.I'm the wild in Wild Irish, and I have no intention of ever being tamed.Until Makena Fraser practically falls into my lap – twice. And the woman has me thinking about all kinds of messed up things. Like family. And promises. And making sure no one ever hurts her again.I've lived by one rule: Don't worry about tomorrow.But now I'm not just worrying about my tomorrows, I'm ready to give her every one of mine.