Dirty Irish

Dirty Irish

by Magan Vernon

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My life has revolved around the two things I've always loved: whiskey and rugby. Now the marriage clause in my Da's will has me putting both on the back burner if I want to save the Murphy's Pub empire and find a wife.

As the last brother to get married, I need a little help, and that's where my sister-in-law's American best friend, Leah, comes into the picture. She could use a little Irish luck after the deceitful things her ex did to her that brought her to Ireland. With her take-no-shite-attitude, she's just the type of girl to help me find a wife.

That is, if I can remember she’s the matchmaker and not the match.

Each book in the Murphy Brothers series is STANDALONE:
* Straight Up Irish
* Irish on the Rocks
* Dirty Irish

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781640638075
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 06/17/2019
Series: Murphy Brothers , #3
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 239
Sales rank: 9,346
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amok around her Texas ranch. Find her online at www.maganvernon.com

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"My brother's wedding is at the end of the month. He said it's a small thing without groomsmen, so you don't need to worry about matching a dress to my tie or anything. I can get you the times once Jack bloody gets them to me and hopefully you don't have a teacher's conference or something," I said, smiling casually. I figured it was a given she'd go as my date. No need to even ask. But this would be the first time she'd meet my family. It was a big step, so I was trying to make it as easy as possible.

For me, at least.

True, I didn't actually think we had any chemistry other than in the bedroom. And she tended to correct my grammar when we went out on dates. But a girl was a girl, and I needed not just a date. I needed someone to spend forever with.

Or six months, according to my da's will.

"I think we're better off as friends."

The redhead sitting across from me couldn't even make eye contact as she said the words.

The girl who I'd been dating a month now. Longer than my last few relationships put together.

I stiffened, trying to figure out the best response.

Not now. This couldn't be happening.

"You can't just decide this is over. I'm in this, too, you know?" I asked, trying to keep my voice low so people around us wouldn't hear, but my fists clenched at my sides. If this were a teammate, I'd tell him he was out of his fecking mind for doing something so stupid.

But this was not a guy on the rugby pitch, and I had to count my breaths, hoping I didn't say something stupid.

Normally I wouldn't be fighting so hard to get a girl — and usually, I didn't need to — but the blasted clause in my da's will said that each of my brothers and I had to be married within a year of his death, or none of us would get the family business, a multi- billion-dollar pub franchise.

I never thought I actually wanted the job. Still wasn't sure about that one, since my rugby career was finally picking up.

But, here's the thing. The will said that we all had to be married to get the company, and if I didn't get married, even if I didn't want anything to do with running a business right now, that meant my brothers didn't get it, either.

My life was so focused on getting to the next level in rugby that I've never even thought about marriage. Especially not at twenty- three.

But now, when I thought maybe I could like this girl enough to try to move forward, she has the gall to break up with me.

She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, because you're always at practice. Our first date, if you'd call it that, was me watching you at a game then hanging out at your friend's flat where you and the team talked about the game the entire time and sipped on warm beer."

So maybe I wasn't the best at romance. Who was?

I swallowed hard, leaning in closer, putting on my most charming smile.

"But what about the second date? All our little texts and the flowers I sent to your classroom?" I asked.

Not that I was in love with the girl after a few weeks of seeing her, but she was a real ace. A primary school teacher who volunteered at a local animal shelter. The type of girl who would make a fine wife.

So what if there wasn't an electric zing? That would come eventually.

She sighed. "Flowers. Sexting. A few quick hookups where you left right after you cleaned up? That's not exactly romance. Not something I see that warrants meeting families and being wedding dates."

What could I say that would change her mind?

I cleared my throat, taking a long drink of my water. "Most people would think that sounds like a grand relationship."

"Sean, let's just be friends, okay? I'm sure the right girl is out there for you. It's just not me," she said quickly, leaning in to place a quick kiss on my cheek before she grabbed her sweater and bolted out of the café.

Just like that.

Relief washed over me.

I didn't have to keep trying to make time for her between my rugby schedule anymore.

A few people at the other tables whispered amongst themselves. Like they couldn't believe I just got dumped over coffee.

"Shite," I muttered, putting my head back against the seat.

I should have maybe been a little more pissed off at the situation.

Summer was almost over, and I had until April to find a wife. If things kept going like they had with the last few girls, I'd be better off paying a rugger hugger.


I couldn't do that to Da's legacy.

It had to be real or at least have the potential of being real.

I held my breath, then let it out slowly.

In for five seconds.

Out for five seconds.

It was what I did on the pitch when I needed to ground myself.

But this time it wasn't working, and my brain was still a jumbled mess.

As if the universe knew I needed a distraction, my phone buzzed in my pocket, shaking me of my own thoughts.

An alert popped up with a word game I'd been playing the last few months against my sister-in-law's American friend, Leah.

Now there was a girl who I talked to every damn day and didn't have to worry about dating. She made that abundantly clear at my brother Connor's wedding when she turned me down for a dance, drank the last of my whiskey, then went off without saying a word.

Feck, but she was just about the sexiest woman I'd ever seen, so if she was going to talk to me, even if it was just a little word game, I'd let her.

Just looking at her game icon with her spiky dark hair and heavily lined eyes, biting that pierced lip, had my once-defeated body now coming to life. The girl knew she was hot shite, which should have made me not even pay attention to her.

But that didn't stop her from accepting my request to play a game.

She was, after all, my sister-in-law's best mate and all the way in America. So, no harm at all in looking at or chatting with her.

"Is that even a fecking word?" I stared at "shequel" on the screen.

Shoving the phone back in my pocket, I looked out the front window, trying to control the jumbled mess in my head.

But then I caught something out of the corner of my eye and leaned forward.

The girl across the street. I knew her.

But why the hell would Leah, the girl who was supposed to be playing an online game in America, be standing outside of Murphy's Pub?

I had to be hallucinating, yet that didn't stop me from slowly walking out of the café, didn't stop my eyes scanning from the top of her spiky pixie cut, down the colorful butterfly tattoo on her neck, and then over the white button-down blouse and trousers that the pub's waitstaff wore.

Maybe it wasn't Leah.

My heart thumped hard in my chest at the thought.

Whoever the gorgeous woman was, she just walked into one of my family's pubs. I didn't have anywhere else to go, and it was still early on a Saturday.

I swallowed hard, my thoughts scattered, as I waded through the crowd of patrons.

When I finally reached the pixie-haired girl, she stood in front of an empty stool filling some rocks glasses with dark liquids before passing them over to the group of tourists in Hawaiian shirts behind her.

I may have only met Leah when she was in town for Connor's wedding, but I'd recognize that quirk of her lips and those golden- brown eyes anywhere.

"Shequel?" I asked, sitting at the empty stool in front of her as she turned around. I wiped my palms on my trousers, the curse of my nerves, which still rolled through me. Even after all this time, I couldn't help the swirl of energy that came over me when I talked to a pretty girl.

Sometimes it was hard to forget that I wasn't the chubby, Celtic punk kid anymore.

"Sean Murphy, finally you come into my pub for a drink," she said, flashing a smile.

That gorgeous smile that told me she was not just a lookalike. That the real deal was in front of me, something that had me grinning from ear-to-ear.

I swallowed hard, trying to gain some saliva, but shook my head so, hopefully, she wouldn't notice I was a sweaty, nervous mess.

What the feck?

"Your pub? I seem to recall that last time I talked to you, you had some clothing store back in Chicago. Never mentioned anything about becoming a Murphy."

She shook her head, biting down on her lip, where a silver hoop dangled from her red-painted mouth, before she spoke. "Not a Murphy. Just a bartender, for now."

"For now?" I raised an eyebrow, curious as to how the hell the girl got here and why no one told me. Not to mention that the girl was also making me smile more than the bird who just dumped me.

"Aw, I knew ya missed me, mo gra, and you'd be back," I said, trying to keep the mood light even though I was still on edge, trying to figure out why the hell this girl was back in Dublin. Why now? After all this time.

"Your Irish pet names aren't cute," she said with a scowl. Her darkly lined eyes may have been narrowed, but there was a sparkle in them.

Fecking hell, was she gorgeous, with her dark hair and eyes, and those colorful tattoos dotting her tanned complexion. She was like the living dream I didn't know I had.

But she'd shoot me down in an instant. Then I might have to deal with my brother and sister-in-law giving me shite about it forever.

Better just to try and keep it casual.

"Ah, I think you're cute, too," I said, flashing the smile that usually had girls dropping their knickers. But this one was completely unfazed.

She rolled her eyes, but a smile played on her lips as she shrugged, the motion squeezing her breasts together and giving me a fantastic view.

Fecking hell, Sean, stop staring at the woman's tits.

"I'm not here to talk about my problems, but I am getting the hang of this bartending thing."

She grabbed a pint glass, setting it under the Guinness tap. "And if you're sitting here alone in the pub on a Saturday night, something tells me you need the advice of a sage bartender."

"Think I'm just going to spill all my secrets to you just because we've played some online word games and you know my drink order?" I asked as she set the pint in front of me and poured a shot of Murphy's whiskey, placing it next to the glass.

When she looked up at me, it was as if the wind had been knocked out of my chest, and it took everything I had not to gulp as a smile crossed her lips, one small eyebrow arched.

"Yes, I do."

I took a long pull of my drink and set it down, shaking my head. If I wasn't already knocked on my arse by her mere presence, that little smile had me laid out. "I'm not going to just give you everything, right here. But if you are looking for someone to give you a tour of Ireland, I can do that. Unless Fallon's been showing you around?"

Her brown eyes were somehow even brighter in the low light of the pub. Their calculating stare ran over me as if she was trying to figure out my story from one little look. "Not seen much around the area, aside from Fallon and Connor's place, where I've been staying. And the pub. But it's not like this is Disney World and I need to see every little thing at once. Not that I've actually been to Disney World, but if there are some dancing mice down in Temple Bar or something, I might want to see that."

I raised my eyebrows, finding myself smiling. I tried to tamp down my reaction, but it was too late, and my mouth moved faster than my brain.

"Never been to Disney? Isn't that the American vacation place that everyone goes? Feck, I've even been there. Da took the three of us and a nanny when we were just wee lads. Those people in costumes scared the shite out of me, though. Pretty traumatizing for a five-year-old when a big, furry duck comes at you, not saying a peep."

She laughed, a sound that had me grinning in response. Feck, it was a beautiful laugh.

"Your accent makes things ten times funnier. I've gotten used to the Irish tone working here, but since it's mostly tourists, I don't get enough of it."

"My accent? You should talk about yours. You sound like the guys in those old mobster movies."

True, she did have an American accent, though hers was more endearing than the ones in the movies. Watching her smile and get along with me had me wanting to keep pushing and see how much more I could get her talking.

She laughed even harder, tilting her head back as her whole body vibrated. My own face quirked into a broad smile that almost hurt from pulling so hard.

What was this girl doing to me?

"You think I sound like Al Capone or The Godfather or something? Just because I'm from Chicago?"

"Leave the gun. Take the cannoli," I said, lowering my voice and trying to mimic that Chicago accent.

She laughed so hard that she covered her mouth, her nose wrinkling. Then she shook her head. Fecking hell, she was cute.

"Is that really what I sound like to you?"

"Do I sound like a leprechaun to you?" I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her smartass remark, leaning in with anticipation that had me licking my lips, almost as excited for her response as I was for the next play in a game.

"No. I was thinking more like maybe an Irish mobster. Oh, or a fortune teller. You'd make a lovely gypsy, beard and all," she said playfully, as if we were best mates who said these things all the time. Her red-painted nails curled in the edge of my beard before giving the coarse hairs a little squeeze.

Fecking hell, my cock practically jumped out of my trousers, and I sat up straighter, telling myself to calm down. We were in a public pub.

"Girls do fancy a beard," I murmured, leaning in so close I could see the flecks of gold in her eyes.

So. Fecking. Beautiful.

"Not all girls. Which makes me wonder if you're in here to see me because you're having women troubles," she said, quickly pulling her hand away as if she just realized what she was doing.

I leaned back, trying to ignore the magnetic tug that kept drawing me closer to her, and instead picked up my drink so I'd have something to do with my hands.

"I do not have woman problems, thank you very much," I replied, quickly taking a big gulp of my pint. Then I chased it with the whiskey and ignored the guilt riddling deep within me.

If she only knew.

"You see the secret to being a bartender is being perceptive to when someone has a tell. And that lack of eye contact tells me I'm right. Well and, you know, the whole marriage-will clause thing," she said flippantly, but I almost spit out my drink, the liquid lodging in my throat as I faced her full on.

"How do you ...?" I blurted, fumbling for the right words.

"Please. Fallon is my best friend. I tell her I caught my on-again- off-again boyfriend in bed with my former business partner, and she gave me the chance to come here and work in the pub. We talk about everything. Like Connor and Jack having found wives, and you still having the lack of one."

I swallowed hard, at a loss for words as every hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Rubbing the exact spot, I tried to appear casual, but inside my stomach soured, like it did every time the fecking clause was brought up.

Not that the clause was a big secret. The board knew about it, and anyone with public records could probably find the will, but I thought Connor might have shut his trap about it when it came to his wife.

I finished the last of my beer and let out a deep breath. The tension in my shoulders drifted away.

Well, I supposed now that it was out there, no use hiding it.

"You try finding a wife when you're surrounded by rugby players, rugger huggers, or old men in the boardroom. Any girl I fancy, I don't seem to have the time for. As evidenced by the bird who just broke up with me over coffee," I muttered the last part, watching as Leah quickly filled my pint glass, not a jot of pity or smugness on her face.

"That's what the internet is for, isn't it?"

"You and I both know a lot of those sites are just for hookups. Which is all well and good, if I wasn't looking for more." I took another gulp of my pint and let the liquid haze that came from drinking this early in the day take over.

She sighed. "What you're saying sounds like every girl's dream. Have you ever just approached one of those rugger huggers, as you call them, and said 'hey I need a wife for the business, wanna head to the chapel?'"

I laughed, shaking my head before taking another pull of my beer. If we were going to have this conversation, it would probably require a few more drinks. "I don't want just some random rugger hugger."

"Then it sounds like you need a matchmaker. Or maybe a Cyrano who can feed you lines."

Realization dawned on me. It was as if a lightbulb went off in my head. I sat up straighter, and I slapped my hand on the bar. "You should be that person."

She put her hands up, her eyes widening as her entire body shook. "Whoa, buddy, I'm not marrying you. No offense, but you're not my type."


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Dirty Irish 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Madm007 21 days ago
Going into this I thought it sounded like a good read with a bit of humor and a lot of romance. The whole story was a great concept stemming from the series idea. I really got tired of the flip flopping of Leah and her inability to get over herself and just go forward!!!! She's broke still, again or yet, and wants to run back to Mommy AGAIN? Big girl panties needed here. Sean needed a slap upside the head or the love of a good woman, neither of which he thought he needed lol. But the story didn't really center on him as much as it did Leah, I thought. Not a good rating from me because I want to get immersed in a story, not be checking my progress on how much until the HEA. This is the first book I've read by Magan Vernon. I obtained an ARC thru NetGalley and am freely giving my opinion on Dirty Irish.
KSwanson 7 days ago
2-Stars This is a hard book for me to rate. It took me weeks to finish it because I just couldn't get into the story. I've been bouncing between 2 and 3 stars while staring at my computer screen. I am going to stick with 2 because I don't think giving a 3-stars would be very honest of me. Did I like the characters? Yes and no. I liked Sean and the way the author portrayed his characters, but I COULD not for the life of me understand nor like Leah. How was the writing? Great. Magan Vernon is a talented author, I can't argue that but this story did not work for me. Am I happy with the storyline? Yes and no. I liked the whole idea of the story and the tropes but the actions/thoughts of the heroine were annoying. Why did it take me so long to finish it? I was bored and annoyed to put it honestly. I would pick this book up, read a few chapters and put it down because I found myself skimming an unreasonable amount of the story. Which is not fair to the author who I'm sure spent months writing it and I know that. Would I recommend it? Even though I didn't take to the story, I would still encourage readers to try this author. Definitely start with the first book in the series of the Murphy brothers, Straight Up Irish.
etoile1996 14 days ago
the last book in the murphy brothers series finds rugby player sean on the hook for fulfilling his end of the bargain in the marriage requirement of his family's inheritance. one thing that has always been difficult for me in this series is rationalizing why the grandfather would have put a ridiculous codicil like this in his will, especially given that a family business was at stake. the plot of dirty irish basically involved sean getting his brother's wife's friend, leah, on board with helping him organize his life and find him a wife. except from the get-go he's pretty clear that he wants to explore things with leah. and she doesn't want to for reasons. i don't know. there were some really amazing moments here between these two characters, but then out of left field everyone would be acting like a crazy person or in ways that didn't seem to fit the previous scene. anyway, so there's things that happen and in the end it's one of those books where the hero kind of has to give up everything he wants in order to get the girl. and like even though things wrapped up satisfactorily i somehow felt supremely unsatisfied by how it all resolved. like the happily ever after between the leads was good, but their life circumstances didn't feel like they would have really worked. i guess i would have solved things a bit differently and while how the author did it isn't bad, i couldn't help feeling kind of let down by the ending. **dirty irish will publish on june 17, 2019. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (embrace) in exchange for my honest review.
AthenaMae 15 days ago
This is the third and final book in the Murphy brother series. Here we get Sean's story about how he needs to complete the clause from his father's will. Not only is he the President of the family business, but he's also a star rugby player and trying to find a wife (his father's clause). If you've read the other books in the series, then you're already familiar with Leah. She's has a huge heart when it comes to helping Sean which is leading to growing chemistry between the two. I love Sean and Leah together. They're very sweet despite everything that is going on. This book will melt your heart and you won't be able to put this one down. I highly recommend this book to anyone. “I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.”
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Lori-Gonzo 20 days ago
I loved this third installment in the Murphy Brothers series. Sean and Leah were funny together, both wanting each other, but not quite sure how to define what they were. Their banter was cute, sweet, and at times, sexy. I liked them two together. They worked very well together as a team. But when the crap hit the fan, it really hit. That part was hard to read and made my heart hurt. However, the way it was resolved was pretty much perfect and far better than what I could have thought. This was definitely a great addition to the series and I truly loved the glimpse into the lives of all the Murphy Brothers. So much that it makes me want to reread the first two. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
Deb_from_Oz 21 days ago
Third book in this wonderful series and finally we have Sean story The clause in their father's will says they all have to marry withing a year of his death and Sean is the last brothers standing his two brothers have already found their true loves and he isn't going to risk them losing everything so he will make an arranged marriage. Leah has recently moved to Ireland to start over after her business partner and boyfriend cheated on her She has decided that she no longer wants marriage or men and is working as Sean's assistant She agrees to help him find a suitable wife only problem Sean is starting to look at her as a candidate. She also likes him but has no intention of acting on it Will they admit their feelings about one another You will have to read to see
Anonymous 22 days ago
If you can buy the premise that a father left his billionaire whiskey empire to his three sons with the provision that they all have to get married within a year, you can enjoy this story of Sean, the third son on whose muscular shoulders everything is relying. His other two brothers have not only gotten married, but they’ve found their true loves. Sean knows he has to do this but he can’t seem to find an available woman though he can find plenty who want to sleep with him. A skilled rugby player who is also handsome and very wealthy? What’s not to like? But the only woman who appeals to him is his sister-in-law’s best friend, Leah, who is over in Dublin recovering from the simultaneous end to her business and romantic relationships. (That seems to happen way too much, by the way, in romance novels. I’m getting tired of that trope.) SPOILER ALERT: The book sets up the problem that Sean wants just to play rugby and has the opportunity to go to New Zealand to play for the All Blacks. But Leah doesn’t want to have a relationship with a guy who is going to be absent all the time and she wants to remain in Dublin helping with his family’s business. ROmance novels often have some possible conflict because the two protagonists don’t live in the same place. The good ones find some sort of compromise so both can get what they want and stay a couple. I didn’t like that the resolution was for Sean to give up on his life dream. I wouldn’t like it if the woman had to give up on her dream to be with the guy and I don’t like it more when the guy does it.) This guy could still play rugby in Dublin - that seemed like a fine compromise. Or they could move to NZ and she could telecommute with her job which seemed mostly to take notes at meetings. And if she wanted to run a boutique, she could open up one in NZ. This did not seem like an insoluble problem and I didn’t like that the resolution was for him to just quit the sport that was everything to him just a few pages earlier. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book that I received from Netgalley; however, the opinions are my own and I did not receive any compensation for my review.
ADonovan 27 days ago
Leah is in Ireland after things in life went badly in Chicago, staying with her newlywed best friend. Fallon gets her a bartending job at Murphy's Pub, but Sean soon hires her to be his personal assistant instead. As the last unmarried Murphy brother, Sean sets Leah's main goal to be finding him a wife, but also helping with business. They try to ignore their mutual attraction and fail. Then things get complicated. Nice book and a quick read. Can be a stand-alone, but I recommend reading the other two first since this has a conclusion that includes all the characters. I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
beckymmoe 28 days ago
Dirty Irish is a cute read--it has a really strong start, with Leah and Sean determined to resist each other at the same time they're going forward with a crazy plan that continually pushes them together--always a solid plan, right? ;) Once Leah figures something out (not going to spoil it, but you'll know it when it happens) things fall apart more than a little; fortunately Sean pulls a pathway to an HEA out of his pocket (almost literally!) and saves the day for a cute ending that almost makes the reader forget how crazy the two of them were making you just a few pages earlier... ;) This is the third book in the series, and for the most part this wasn't a problem--it's pretty easy to figure out who's who and what's going on with the brothers, their company, and their father's infamous will. I do kind of wish I'd read the series from the beginning, though, just to get the impact of the brothers learning about and coming to terms with all of those details--I'll bet Ms. Vernon really piled on the drama there, and I'd love to see all of those brothers scrambling, not just Sean... Rating: 3 1/2 stars / B- I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Anonymous 28 days ago
DNF at 51%. So, this series is based the premise that in this day and age a father can leave his multi-million euro pub and whisky business to his three sons on the proviso that they must each be married within six months (and stay together for at least six months), otherwise the business will be offered to the highest bidder by the board. I liked the first one, I thought it was sweet, but I summed up my feelings on the second book as follows: I really struggle to get my head around this series. The men are too young to be running a multi-million euro business and the board are all too old and cliched. The big misunderstanding between Grace and Jack I just can't get my head around at all. I don't understand why he was angry/upset. Overall, everyone felt like a caricature. Unfortunately the decline continues with this the third book which features Sean the rugby-playing brother. I think if you live in a country which doesn't play rugby you may enjoy this more, however to an Englishwoman (who doesn't particularly even like rugby or understand the rules so the bar is set quite low) the staggering lack of basic understanding of rugby is painful. This reads like someone once told Magan Vernon about rugby in a pub and she has used what she can remember in a book. So Sean wants a contract to play for the All Blacks, something he's been working for since he was 14 years old. Sorry to break it to you Sean but unless you change your nationality you won't ever play for the All Blacks. Secondly, the All Blacks isn't a league team its the national rugby team of New Zealand so after changing nationality Sean would need to play for another rugby team (say the one he already plays for) and wait to be called up by the national squad. He'd have been better off wishing to play for Ireland. Then she tries to make a rugby allusion and refers to a "flaker" whereas the rugby position is "flanker". Second, while I enjoyed the lack of brogue in the first book that is not the case in this book. Basically I get the feeling that Magan Vernon knows a few Irish phrases (eg mo gra) and a couple of Irishisms (like "feck") which she intersperses with standard English to make Sean seem Irish. Third, Magan just doesn't understand the geography. She has Sean referring to his agent as having a British accent. Any Irishman can detect an English, Scottish, Welsh or Northern Ireland accent - there is no such thing as a British accent to someone living in the British Isles, it would be like someone from California talking about someone having an American accent. Fourth, she uses British slang wrongly. In one scene Sean asks a girl if she is "knackered", that means tired not drunk Magan Vernon. Finally, I felt that every chapter ended exactly the same way, Sean's assistant Leah saying she's never laughed so much with a man before but this can't be anything more, she's just there to help Sean find a wife. Overall, I found the lack of basic research/checking of facts to be off-putting and the plot was a rinse-and-repeat of the previous two books and I just couldn't be bothered to read the rest of the book. I received a free copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
Bette313 28 days ago
I've really enjoyed this Murphy Brothers series and I hate to see it end. I've been anxiously waiting for Sean's story but sadly it isn't a favorite for me. While I adore Sean, Leah not so much. Sean is willing to give up so much to help his family. He's built a good career playing rugby but his brothers need him to save the family pubs. Per the will Sean needs to marry for the pubs to change hands. That's when Leah enters the picture and unfortunately when the story goes south for me. I really didn't care for her character and I was hoping Sean would find more. That's just my opinion though. The book is well done with excellent writing, good character development and a nice pace to the story. Overall not a bad book just not for me.
Tink4evr 29 days ago
The last of the Murphy boys has landed a wife. Sean is having no luck with keeping a girlfriend much less find a wife. All he wants to do is play Rugby. Leah is getting over a bad break up and trying not to fall into the depths of Sean’s blue eyes. This story, like the the previous two in the series, is filled with characters who have a wickedly witty sense of humor. The banter is easygoing and fun and allows the story to flow at a great pace. They are people you could imagine having a laugh with which makes the book a very interesting read. Sean is a lovable character who thoroughly deserved his happy ending.
TracyFritts1974 29 days ago
Dirty Irish is the third book in the Murphy Brother series. I truly enjoyed reading about these two characters Leah and Sean. It was a fun,easy to read, and a page turner. It kept my interest, well written and a good storyline. I voluntarily read and reviewed an Advanced Copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own. Thank you Entangled Publishing and NetGalley.
SaraOxo 29 days ago
Dirty Irish by Magan Vernon a five-star read that has the luck of the Irish. This is the third novel in the Murphy Brother series, they each feature a different brother and they all flow into each other, but you could possibly read them as stand-alone but you will want to go back and read them all as each brother seems to be hotter than the last. Sean Murphy is a great man, I haven’t always thought that about him, in the previous stories he popped up and I wasn’t much of a fan, I have since come round and am whole heartedly team Sean now (he may even be the favourite brother, but that could just be the beard). Leah has always been a soft spot for me, her spark and sass just made me chuckle all the way through, I did want to shake her at times, but I also loved her to bits. This story is filled with passion and drama, the writing will make you chuckle and your gut drop, it may even make your eyes shine. But most of all it will make you smile and give you a great story that you would be sad to miss.
linda quick 29 days ago
LOVED this book! Sean is the rugby star that never grew up, but plays rugby for a living and enjoys the female fans a bit too much. Leah has just moved to Dublin for a job so she can help support her family back home. While Leah is attracted to Sean, she has vowed to never act on it. Instead, Leah has vowed to help Sean find a suitable wife so he can meet the terms of his father's will and keep the company (along with his brothers). Like all of the best laid plans, Leah's plans fall apart after a sexy night with Sean. What follows is an entertaining story that is at times both funny and poignant. I loved Leah's character and how dedicated she was to helping those she loved. Sean is a very hot and sexy guy, but his journey towards adulthood was a bit more sudden, as Leah impacted his life by her very presence. If you enjoy the genre, you will love this book. I found myself totally engaged in the story and couldn't put it down. This is the third, and final, book in a series and I'm sorry to see the Murphy brothers go. Each novel is a stand alone book, however, they're so good that you really owe to yourself to read them all..