I am very happy to announce that the second story in the series is now available for purchase online at Kobo, Amazon, Draft2Digital and Smashwords, as well as Apple iBooks, Barnes & Noble, etc.
This is the story of the twins, Niall and Liam, and their respective love interests. When Liam breaks his ankle, Niall must take his place. But Niall is gay and Liam is straight, so what does that mean?
You’ll have to read to find out but I’m sure you’ll enjoy the journey! And to make it more exciting, I’ve included an excerpt from the book, giving you the first chapter to whet your appetite.
One final word…at the end of book 1, the title was given out as Innocent Deception, but by the time it was finished and the ISBN assigned, it had changed to Double Take. So no worries, it’s all grand. You haven’t missed anything, except a title change.
Niall felt Michael’s hand on his arse, soft, caressing. Even through his dress pants, the warmth soothed and comforted. Or should have. But they were out in public, in a field before a great ruin of a castle in County Kerry, just west of Killarney, there to witness the joining of Niall’s half-brother, Hank Mulligan, and his Canadian bride-to-be, Laura Foster, in holy matrimony.
The weather held fair, and was expected to according to Ciara, his younger sister who had, as many old people used to call it, ‘the sight’. These days, people just said she was psychic. And she was. She’d predicted this wedding, this day, and said that if they all got together and had an early wedding, the rain wouldn’t spoil it at all. So far, so good.
His identical twin brother was in attendance as well, as were all the O’Farrell siblings. Liam, the outgoing twin, the one who laughed and joked and dangled life from his little finger the way local fishermen played with a fish on a line. Nothing was too good for Liam. He had the world by the tail. An actor and a lady’s man, he was the one who didn’t care what people said, who thrived on rumor and innuendo. His photo was front page news, his antics made headlines. He was Ireland’s hero, and he knew it. And loved it.
Not so Niall. The less people knew of him, the better. He was uncomfortable to the extreme in public, and having his brother’s picture plastered in the news was bothersome to him. He neither wanted nor looked for attention from anyone, and so he stood, uncomfortable and edgy, feeling Michael’s hand on his arse.
Michael pulled Niall close and kissed him quickly, fully on the lips.
“Change of heart?” Niall asked.