A retired con artist never loses his skills.
A liar always has a lie ready.
Of course, it’s a woman that brings me to a stand-still.
The woman. The spoiled Manhattan Princess herself.
She’s the kind of innocent that wets my tongue.
Makes my body come alive.
She’s sweet, she’s joy, she’s a pain in my neck and I want to ruin her.
I lied to push her away.
I lied to keep her.
My agenda is simple.
To call that Irish liar’s bluff and to win his love and devotion by St Patrick’s Day.
He claims the passion between us can be burned out so easily.
I need to prove we can have a lifetime of desire that will never disintegrate.
WINNING THE HEART OF A PROFESSIONAL LIAR?
I need all the saints on my side.
Because Ronan MacNamara is mine.