“Clover is my pot of gold and I want to be her rainbow.” My friends call me a lucky bastard. Tourists call me The Lucky Irishman. Things always seem to go my way. After a night of drinking with my brother, we make a bet. A bet that favors me. He doesn’t seem to think I can stay with one woman for an entire week. Just because I never have, doesn’t mean I can’t. We raise the stakes. If I win, I get the land he owns in the Wicklow Mountains. And that land is all I’ve ever wanted. Until Clover walks into my life. She’s here in Ireland chasing rainbows, trying to turn her luck around. It doesn’t take long to see that this girl isn’t the end of me—she’s the beginning. But while I have the luck of the Irish, Clover doesn't …. and getting her to open up to me is no easy task. When she finds out the real reason I brought her to my place in the woods I know she’s going to run. I need to find the rainbow she’s chasing before my luck runs out. Dear Reader, It’s your lucky day! This Irish mountain man is the complete package. Emphasis on package. This is a filthy-sweet romp in the woods that will have you looking for leprechauns and rainbows. Get ready, baby cakes, you’re about to get shamrocked. xo, frankie