Wicked & Willing
Chapter One
"What would you say if I told you it's possible you're the long-lost
granddaughter of a millionaire?"
Venus Messina snorted as she twisted the cap off a bottle of Bud, then flipped
it into the trash with her thumb. She didn't even look over her shoulder at the
uptight old windbag whom she'd dubbed Mr. Collins - Tom Collins - since that was
his drink of choice. He sat at the end of the bar and had been trying to engage
her in conversation since the moment he arrived.
Granddaughter of a millionaire. Right.
Lemme guess ... my Granny is Miss Manners. Cause everyone can see I'm just like her.
She chuckled under her breath.
The man persisted. "... and his direct heir?"
Though his voice grated shrilly over the noisy chatter in the crowded room,
nobody even glanced over in curiosity. It was late into Happy Hour on a hot
Friday night in June, and everyone knew Friday nights in an Irish pub were as
good a place for outrageous stories and high drama as any movie theater.
Tonight was the third time this week the man had parked himself here at
Flanagan's, her foster uncle's bar, where she'd been w ... read full excerpt from: Wicked & Willing ebook
