Irished (The Invincibles Book 7) by Heather Slade
He’s an undercover double agent.
She’s his partner’s younger sister.
Together, they’re INVINCIBLE.
Undercover for years, I learned one thing: be careful who you trust. Now, I need to know who’s killing our best operatives. Back on the ranch, I can uncover the secrets, while proving myself to everyone who doubts the truth. But Flynn Wheaton knows more, feels more, than meets the eye. She’s the first truth I’m going to conquer..
Pain hidden by kindness. He’s the perfect mystery, the rugged and inked man with secrets to unfold. He may be my brother’s partner, but I plan to know more, uncover it all. When my life is threatened, there’s only one thing I want to know, Will I finally get IRISHED?
While each book in the Invincibles series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order.
Excerpt Irished by Heather Slade
Buck led me and the two other people we were traveling with into the ranch’s main house.
“Hello?” he called out.
“Hey, Buck,” I heard a female’s voice answer; she walked up and hugged him.
“Where is everybody?” he asked.
“Out surveying.” The woman turned and looked directly at me. “Who are you?”
“Paxon Warrick,” I said, stepping forward and extending my hand. When she took it, a feeling I couldn’t explain, other than to say I never wanted to let go, washed over me.
“Flynn Wheaton,” she said. Her cheeks flushed and I gripped her hand tighter.
“Great name,” I said.
When Buck tapped her on the shoulder, I dropped Flynn’s hand and watched as she met and shook the hands of the other people in the room. More than once I saw her look over her shoulder at me.
I knew from the brief I’d received that Buck only had one sister, which meant Flynn was twenty-one years old. What I’d give to take ten years off my age and be five years older than her rather than fifteen.
When most everyone left other than me, Buck, and one person besides Flynn, she walked back over to me. When she looked into mine with her mesmerizing blue eyes, all thoughts of age faded into irrelevance.
I longed to reach out and run my fingers through her long hair that was light brown with golden highlights. When she turned her head just slightly, I saw shades of red too.
Flynn took a deep breath when I stepped closer. I opened my mouth to speak, but words escaped me. If she and I were alone, I’d tell her how beautiful she was. But we weren’t, as I was immediately reminded when her brother, who’d left momentarily, returned.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I should head out now too, but I’m sure I’ll see you later,” said Flynn, seemingly jarred out of the same trance I was in.
“I’d like that.” I followed her to the front door and watched her walk away, wishing, maybe for the first time ever, that I could leave the wretched hell my life had become, and follow.