Release Day Blitz!!! BRENNAN by Anna Castor!

We are so excited to share the release of BRENNAN by Anna Castor with you today. If you love all things contemporary romance and family sagas, you won’t want to miss this one. Get your copy today or start reading it for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

About BRENNAN

Errin’s homesick phone calls to her family in Jersey were getting longer and more frequent. Moving to Austin so the three Walsh sisters could be together again had been a total bust. With her mind set on her final shot at making it as a dancer back in Jersey, she never saw the handsome and broody bartender coming. Falling for the eleven year older Mills brother is exactly NOT what she needs right now.

Within the first thirty seconds in meeting Errin for the first time, Brennan concluded they would never be a thing or even friends for that matter.But then one night, Brennan sees Errin in a different light. Has the best thing that could ever happen to him been sitting right under his nose all this time? Their push and pull is making him crazy. Brennan finally found the one that could match him and he is all in. But is Errin? Or is Brennan too late?

Lucky Irish series: Brennan is the third book in the funny, sweet and steamy Lucky Irish series about the love lives of several Irish families in Austin, Texas. Each book is an interconnected standalone, a new sexy romance but let us also catch up with favorite characters from the series.

No cheating, no cliffhangers and definitely a HEA. For mature readers only.

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Read an excerpt from BRENNAN

Brennan had already stopped the music and flicked on the lights. He’d swept and cleaned most of the tables. One last table to go.

He closed the register and picked up his towel, a sponge, and cleaning solution. The checkout had to wait till tomorrow. He strode to Pops’ table where Errin still sat.

Errin eyed him with mascara trails running down her cheeks like she was seeing him for the very first time. Oh, hell no. She had to stop giving him the look.

The look that said she was game for the night. The look that said she wanted to forget whatever’s been bothering her, and he was the number one solution to make her forget. She wasn’t the first woman who’d eyed him like this at closing time in Lucky.

He sprayed the cleaning formula on the table and wiped it over and over with his sponge. Her penetrating gaze followed his every move, but he intended to keep on ignoring her.

He would not give in to her sudden interest in him. She showed none before, so why now—because she was drunk? That had to be the number one turnoff for him. How cliché of her.

“So…” she said.

He spared a glance over his shoulder at Errin sitting at the table, and sure enough, she blushed the moment their eyes met. Fuck. Errin never blushed.

“Stop it,” he warned.

Her light blue eyes grew wide, and she stuttered, “S-stop w-what?”

“Stop staring at me.” He lifted one eyebrow and dared her to contradict him.

“I—”

“Stop looking at me as if you want me to pick you up, throw you on this table and fuck the life out of you,” he said and returned his focus on his hands that kept assaulting the tabletop with his sponge. Damn confetti.

Errin gasped. “Oh-my-god! Are you serious?”

“That’s what you’ve been thinking about, isn’t it?” he stopped scrubbing and glanced over his shoulder again.

Her wide eyes ping-ponged from the tabletop to his face again. “I… erm, no! Never. You stop it. I have no idea what’s going on inside that head of yours, but I’ll have you know that nobody will ever throw me over any kind of surface to get fucked. And certainly not you! Ugh.”

She was such a terrible liar. Her cheeks reddened even more and her eyes blazed with fire. Those beautiful baby blues were shooting daggers at him and the weird thing was, it was making him hard as hell. He didn’t want her, but fuck if his body didn’t get that memo.

To derail their inescapable route to ‘FuckedupVille’, he wanted to get her out of his pub as soon as possible. Otherwise he couldn’t be held responsible for his actions. “Okay, so I’ll take you upstairs.”

“W-what? No. I wanna go home.” She pouted those damn glossy lips again while wiping the messy mascara trails from under her eyes.

“Why are you talking like a five-year-old?” he muttered, giving the table a few last scrubs.

“Am not!” she sulked, crossing her arms in front of her chest, drawing his eyes to the little swell that now peeked over the bodice of her leotard.

The cute pout she wore made her fuckin’ adorable where he often found other women annoying. But not Errin. She always spoke her mind, often brutally honest, and would never play the innocent pouty type to gain his attention. Thinking about Errin’s feisty attitude, his face turned up.

She tilted her head while assessing him. “Why don’t you ever smile? You—”

“I’m taking the couch, so you can take the second bedroom to your left. Otherwise you’ll be sleeping next to a heavily snoring Pops. And let me tell you, that shit ain’t pretty.”

Her face reddened. “Stop talking to me like I’m a kid! I turned twenty-six today, you know. You don’t get to—”

“Errin, go upstairs and stop looking for a fight. You’re not supposed to give me any lip, remember?”

He examined her plump lips. She’d put some glossy shit on, making them even more pink than usual. She licked her lips, evoking a groan from him.

“What?” she said as she tucked an unruly strand of warm blond hair behind her ear, only to have it pop up again in the next second.

“Stop teasing me,” he said.

“I’m not teasing you, old man. Never. I’m not interested. I’m nothing like your normal bimbo-type that throw themselves at you.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. But she didn’t stop there, no.

“What do they see in you, anyway? I mean… you’re always so… angry? Huh, and dare I say boring? And let’s not forget self-righteous? Ha! I mean the way you—”

Just to shut her the hell up, he kissed her. His hand slid to the back of her head the moment he’d dropped the wet sponge onto the table. She moaned against his lips but didn’t open up for him. He grabbed her tiny waist with his other hand and pulled her up from the chair.

She gasped when his erection pressed against her belly and he slid his tongue in her mouth and let his tongue play with hers. They stood in the middle of the pub, flooded by the harsh overhead lights and surrounded by the smell of stale beer. As they kissed, everything faded to the background, as if they stood somewhere else.

The gurgling sound from the running fridge reminded him he was standing in the middle of Lucky kissing Errin. He pulled his face away and took a step back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Second door to your left.”

 

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About ANNA CASTOR

Anna loves to write heartfelt and steamy romance series. She falls in love with her characters as they go through their ups and downs. Anna laughs out loud behind her laptop as she writes the banter between siblings. Sometimes she cries as a result from the real talk that comes with family. There’s no hiding from a nosy Pops 😉 Her books are for mature readers only because of their steamy content.

Author of the Lucky Irish series. A series about several large and close-knit Irish families in Austin, TX with strong heroines, quirky family banter and steamy alpha’s.

Anna is a former wedding photographer turned author. While photographing weddings, Anna loved being a part of the couple’s special day to tell their (love) story through her pictures. Each wedding had a different story to tell: the histories of the bride and groom, their family dynamics, their challenges in life, and of course, how they met and fell in love.

And now Anna takes her readers through the troubles and hardships her characters may come across on their journey to a happily ever after.

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