Her Irish Twins

Being with them is dangerous.
Picking between them is impossible.
Lucky for me, this St. Patrick’s Day, I don’t think I’ll have to.
…Because I’ll have two.

My sister is missing, and the Irish Syndicate might be involved. But when I start poking around where I shouldn’t, they’re sent to keep an eye on me.

Rough, dominant, gorgeous, and there’s two of them—twins. Well, Irish twins, technically. But trust me, they’re exactly the same.

Every inch of them.

Straight from the dangerous streets of Dublin, the two enforcers are supposed to watch me, to keep tabs on me, and to take me if need be.

But there’re far more dangerous monsters out there. And when the Russian Bratva comes after me, it’s my twin Irish alphas that come barging in to save me. Save me, take me, and steal my breath away.

The two huge, gorgeous Irishmen are impossible to deny, impossible to say no to, and impossible to choose between. Luckily, I don’t think I’ll have to…

Brothers should “share” like this. Good girls shouldn’t give in like this.

…But maybe I’m less of a good girl than I think I am.