Lucky In Love

St. Patrick's Day at the Irish pub I run is always a collective clusterf*ck. Pitchers of green tinted beer, too many shots of Irish whiskey, and women clad in "Kiss Me I'm Irish" t-shirts make for a long night. After too many years from behind this bar, I've seen and heard just about everything.

That is, until trouble walks into my bar in the form of my younger, pain in the rear end neighbor, Willow Compton. When I overhear her plans for the night and what she intends on giving away at the end of the evening, I step in with a spicy bet the little troublemaker can't refuse.

WILLOW

Being a virgin at twenty-four is honestly embarrassing enough as it is, but to find out the hot, older bartender that is my enemy of a neighbor overheard my plans is truly next level mortifying. And when he finds out another tidbit of my humiliating dilemma, he adds in an insane wager... and I'm desperately intrigued.

The rules: No kissing. No sleepovers. No catching feelings. One night only.

And one bet I can't wait to lose.