"Kiss a stranger." Those three words started off a series of events I could have never predicted. Fresh off graduation, I have my entire summer planned out: European vacation with my cousins, college courses, and picking up shifts at work. But then my mom calls and drops the bomb: she's getting married to the rumored head of the Irish mafia. Even though I've been looking out for her for most of my life, we haven't lived together in ten years. So when she invites me to stay with her for the summer, I don't hesitate. And I make a new summer plan: skip the vacation, take online courses, and dig up dirt on Mom's new fiancé. What I didn't plan for was Wolf Fitzgerald--and his brothers. Dangerously good-looking with tattoos and bad attitudes. And my new stepbrothers.
I wake up with a gasp, surrounded by smoke and flames.
Twelve hours earlier, my cousins cut their European vacation short and came home to spend my birthday with me. They promised me a day to remember.
No one could have predicted how true that promise would turn out to be.
When the clock strikes eleven-eleven on June sixth, I make a wish. But fate has other plans, and she deals me an unexpected hand.
That’s the thing about fate. She doesn’t ask permission, she takes what she wants.
When my world devolves into chaos, I decide to be like fate.
And I want all three Fitzgerald brothers.
*Please note that Rush is book two in the Brotherhood series and cannot be read as a standalone.
“Do you believe in the butterfly effect?”
There comes a time in your life when you’re faced with a choice. One that has the potential to alter the course of your life. I answered my mother’s call that day and everything changed.
The path I chose was a turnpike masquerading as a meadow, and the tolls I paid have been grave.
So I made a promise to myself that I will have my vengeance.
And with my dark Irish gods at my side, I will wreak havoc on everyone who had a hand in the destruction of the girl I used to be.
I was remade in the cabin in the woods. And I was forged in the warehouse fire. And like a phoenix, I will rise anew.
By the time I’m done, my path will be littered with the heads of my enemies.
But not before I claim what’s rightfully mine.