by Corinne Scott GENRE: romantic suspense
Eoin O’Brien is a police detective, despite his da’s wish that he run the family pub. His wife left him 3 years ago when he thwarted her dream to work in an art gallery. Now Vivian is back. After her gallery and her life are threatened, their paths cross again. Part of what drove her away was Eoin’s need for control. If Eoin lets her fend for herself, can he win her back and still keep her safe?
He was a stupid man. What right did he have to tell someone not to touch Vivian? But when he’d walked in and seen her in another man’s arms, he’d gone completely Cro-Magnon. All he wanted to do was rip her from the man’s arms, haul her over his shoulder, drag her back to his cave, and have his way with her. He wasn’t like that. Eoin had never been jealous in his life.
Until Viv. Always Viv.
She pushed and pulled at him in every way imaginable without even trying. His reaction to her would always be the same; he knew that now. Viv was a part of his soul and he was fucking it up.
“Wife?” The man holding her repeated, looking at Viv.
The man still did not drop his arms from her waist, Eoin noted. “Yes, wife. Now get your damn hands off her.” Why couldn’t he keep his effing mouth shut?
“You married a Paddy, Vivian?”
“Limey bastard!” Eoin lurched forward, ready to brawl when Viv stepped between them.
“Really, Eoin? I haven’t seen you in three years and all of a sudden you’re barging in and laying claim?”
“Do I need to go, Vivi?” Avery asked.
“Vivi? What the hell?” Eoin stepped forward again. He was really going to kill this gowl. Vivian put another hand to his chest, stopping him immediately.
“Avery, would you mind coming back later? I appreciate you stopping by, and I do need the help with the gallery, but I have to talk to Eoin first.”