Okay, okay, I’ll admit it—I’m the worst Wolfennite ever. I’m not truly one of the devout, bonneted brides who traveled to my sister’s wedding in Scotland hoping to find a pious mate in her adopted kingdom pack. Honestly, I only signed up for the free plane ticket and a place to lay low until I could sneak off and start the academic life I’ve been secretly planning for years. But my nerdy new life plans are shattered when I—along with all the other potential Wolfennite brides—get kidnapped by our Scottish hosts’ oldest and bitterest enemies: the Irish Wolves. These ruthless (and super not pious) wolves are led by two Irish kings whose real names no one is allowed to know. The Wild King acts like an animal, sniffing at me and whispering filthy things every time we meet. The Sea King is covered in Viking tattoos—and clearly hiding something behind his unfairly devastating smile. Neither of them care that they’ve snatched me from the life I had planned. According to them, I’m their prophesied queen, destined to unite the three Irish kingdoms. Wait, did they say three??? Look, I might not be devout, but I’m completely innocent. So, you won’t believe what happens when I meet the third Irish King… Her Irish Wolves is a knotty 5-fire-emoji heat-level, why choose romance. Warning: This scorching hot romance contains… • Ruthless kidnapping of sheltered, innocent brides • Dubious heat consent • Seven Brides for Seven Brothers energy • Lots and lots of deflowering • A City King who’s reluctant to share (and will have to be mercilessly convinced) • A secret kingdom you’ll wish you could visit • The kind of spice scenes you’ll be embarrassed to tell your friends about