Bram O’Connell is the bass guitarist for the world famous band Beggar’s Choice. He’s a complete man whore and so commitment phobic that even going over the sell by date on food worries him because it means that it’s been in his life for too long! He’s also gorgeous, funny, the object of all my dirtiest fantasies and unfortunately my flatmate for the next three years. Even worse he’s made a vow not to touch me. Maybe it’s for the best because I really don’t need a hot complication like him in my life at the moment.
Alys O’Neill is one of the most beautiful women that I’ve ever seen. To make matters worse she’s also clever, kind and funny and I can’t touch her. It’s not because I made a promise, but because if I do I’ll fall for her. I’m not built for seriousness so why am I getting close to her? Why am I letting her see the real me? This has disaster written all over it!
Watch what happens when a feisty Irish girl meets a feckless Irish man. Will either of them recognise love when it comes calling?
This is Book Three in the Beggar’s Choice series. It has interconnecting characters and some of the events run alongside events in the other books but it can be read as a standalone.
I take a deep breath and scratch my beard meditatively. “Ma, is there a reason you’re ringing me because it’s nearly dawn and I want to go back to sleep?”
“Dawn! Mary Mother of God son, it’s the middle of the morning. Are you still in bed? You know you really should try going to bed at a normal time. Mr Rafferty was telling me that his son who works on the oil rigs God bless him…”
“Sorry son. Now let me think. Why did I ring you?”
“Ma, please.” I can hear the plaintive note in my voice and my stomach is churning.
“Oh, I know. It’s about Alys O’Neill, you know Mary’s lass. Mary my bridesmaid.” I mutter something incomprehensible but she just keeps going. All she really needs is for me to be breathing as a sign of life for her to carry on talking. “Well Bram she’s such a sweet little girl and so shy, and she’s had such a terrible time what with the family problems.”
“Ma, that sounds really sad but why are you ringing me up to tell me? I don’t know her.”
“Well no love, but I thought that you should be prepared for when she knocks on your door.”
“There’s no need to shout Bram. This is a very clear line.”
“Ma. Why would she be coming to my flat?”
“Well she’s going to stay with you for a while.”
“What? How long?”
“What the fuck?”
“Language son. There’s no need for that. Father Reilly says that bad language is the curse of the simple minded.”
I can actually feel steam coming out of my ears. “Ma, you’d better get back on track this instant. What are you talking about? Why would this girl be coming to stay with me for three fucking years?”
“Well to do her nursing degree of course. She’s ever so clever and she’s got a place at the South Bank University. She was on about where she should live and I said ‘oh don’t bother about that love, my lad will let you stay with him’.”
“Why?” I can hear how high my voice has gone and the woman in my bed gets up and flounces naked into the bathroom. I mentally give myself a fist bump because it is the blonde. Yeah don’t label me a slut. I’m very discerning. “Why the fuck would I want a complete stranger staying in my house for three fucking years?”
“Bram where is your charity my lad? Where would you have been if Auntie Mary and Uncle Declan hadn’t taken you in? You’d probably be a complete delinquent, collecting your benefits and being dragged onto Jeremy Kyle for a paternity test.”
“I know they were good to me but I wasn’t that bad and anyway I was bloody family.”
“We’re all family in this world as Father Reilly says.”
“Ma, has Father Reilly put this idea in your head by any chance?” I’m interrupted by the bell going at my door. “Who the fucking hell is that at this time?” I start and then a hideous thought occurs to me. “Ma, when’s this girl supposed to get here?”
“Well that’s why I’m ringing, she’ll probably be with you this morning.”
“Jesus Christ Ma that’s probably her now at the door. Could you not have given me some notice?”
“Well I am a bit sorry about that son. I was going to ring you last Monday but Patricia came round and we ended up going to the bingo, Tuesday we were …”
“Ma, please stop talking and let me think. I’m not fucking ready for some slip of a girl to stay here. Tis not suitable.”
“Bram O’Connell what sort of Sodom and Gomorrah are you living in?”