Irish on the Rocks

Irish on the Rocks

by Magan Vernon

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Overview

My family's whiskey empire needs to keep me as CEO. But thanks to my dad's will, to take my place as rightful head of the company, I need to find a wife. If I could just get my brother Sean's pain-in-the-arse best mate, Grace, out of my head long enough to focus on finding a decent woman.

The woman maddens me, but she's a longtime friend of the family, so giving her a job as my assistant is the only way I can keep everyone off my back. But the more time I spend with her, the more I find myself looking differently at this girl from my past.

Too bad she's decided not to give me the time of day.

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

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781640636095
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 09/17/2018
Series: Murphy Brothers , #2
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 200
Sales rank: 13,127
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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CHAPTER 1

Grace

The only things good about a charity gala were the free drinks and raising money for the less fortunate. Something I was taking full advantage of — the drinks, that is. Especially when my "date" was late and I didn't know a single soul in the place. I tried smiling and nodding to a few people, but the only conversations I'd had in months were with my family and my dog. Though, to be fair, she was pretty vocal and a better conversationalist than most of the men I'd dated.

At least I finally had a night out of the house. After staying with my mum and grandparents for the past month, the only time I ever left was for job interviews that never panned out.

But tonight, I got to be the girl in the red dress. The one that made my arse look good. Too bad I didn't have anyone to impress, including my best mate and "date," Sean.

Pulling my phone out of my pocketbook, I sent him a quick text.

Me: Where the hell are you?

Sean: Just finishing up practice.

Me: Really? That's what you're going with?

Sean: Don't get your knickers in a twist.

Me: Are you really at practice or in some poor woman's bed?

Sean: Can't a man do both?

I rolled my eyes, grabbing a drink from the bar and taking a large swig. Sean Murphy had been one of my best friends since we were in nappies, spending our summers together on my granddad's estate and our years being crazy in boarding school.

Now, I stood in the grand ballroom, alone, waiting for him and really wishing I had my dog there to talk to.

I took another big gulp of my drink.

Mum and I moved from the UK to Dublin a month ago, after her and my wanker of a father's year-long divorce battle ended. She had wanted to save face and I, at twenty-three, found myself laid off from my job and out of options.

"Champagne? Is there going to be a toast?" I asked to no one in particular when I finally noticed what I was drinking, staring at the glass as if it would answer me back.

"What would they toast to at a benefit for childhood cancer?" a husky voice responded, and I turned, wide-eyed, to see a man leaning on the bar next to me.

I'd recognize those dark blue eyes anywhere. Jack Murphy, now older with a tailored suit that molded to his well-defined frame, stared at me with his chiseled jawline and dimpled smirk. The one I'm sure had most girls dropping to their knees and begging for his attention.

Every girl but me, that is. Even if I did have a wee crush on the guy back in the day. I'd known him my entire life, and he always thought the sun rose and set on his shoulders. A very nice set of broad, manly shoulders, but that wasn't the point.

"Right. I guess that wouldn't make any sense," I muttered, taking a big gulp of bubbly and hoping I wasn't going to be knackered. No way could I miss my morning walk with Jane Pawsten, my Brussels Griffon, due to a hangover.

"How about I get you a different drink? Something Irish?" His smile turned into a half-cocked grin that I wasn't sure if I wanted to kiss or kick off his face. Had he lost his mind? With our past, I was surprised he was being so civil.

"Not much for whiskey, and I think this will be my first and last drink, but I'd settle for tea if they have that."

Okay, so it was my second, but I didn't want him to think I was a lush as I grinned, twirling the stem of my glass.

"Tea? I do enjoy a good cuppa as much as the next person, but when there's an open bar, I don't think they carry hot water or anything more than Lipton."

I laughed, even though the statement wasn't really that funny. Blast, I was a horrible flirt. And why was I even trying with him? Especially since I'd known this man all of my life but now he looked at me as if he didn't know who I was.

"So ... what have you been up to lately? World domination and all that, I guess?"

Bollocks, I really was bad at this small talk. I also wasn't exactly sure what the oldest Murphy had been doing since I last saw him eight years ago. Sean didn't really talk to me about his brothers, but I knew his da had passed and Jack and his brothers had yet to take over the company. Something that I definitely wasn't about to bring up.

He laughed. "Running a pub franchise isn't world domination. Makes me sound like an evil villain from the comics when you put it that way."

Slowly he leaned forward in his seat, and I inhaled his manly scent of leather and mint.

Need pooled low in my stomach.

Where was my Sean buffer when I needed him?

"I read a book once where you thought the man was the villain the entire time but in the end, he was the hero," I blurted, wishing I had something better to talk about than what I had edited for freelance work.

He raised an eyebrow. "Don't think I've ever read something like that. Do you work in the publishing industry? Romance author? Or maybe you're a cover model?"

I choked on my own spit and let out a wheezing cough, putting my hand to my chest as I blinked rapidly. Why was he being nice to me? And why was I being nice back? "I'm in editing right now. Freelance for the time being. But if you know a publisher who is looking for a new editor, I'm all ears since my last one downsized."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Can't say that I know any publishers, mo gra, but if I knew the one who let you go, I'd boycot all of their books."

I struggled not to roll my eyes. "That's a horrible come-on. I would think after all these years you'd have something better."

He blinked, swirling the liquid in his rocks glass. "Hey, I was just trying to be nice. You see a girl sitting alone in a beautiful red dress and you buy her a drink and have a conversation."

His voice was smooth, laying it on thick with a dimpled smile as he leaned on the bar.

"I'm Jack, by the way, if I didn't say that before. Jack Murphy. But surely we've met before. I feel like I've seen you somewhere," he said, taking my hand in his.

I grazed my fingers along his and stared at our intertwined digits. He couldn't be serious, could he? I hadn't changed that much since we were in boarding school. Yes, I learned how to tame my curls, got rid of the glasses, lost a few pounds, and had braces in Uni, but surely he knew the girl he was talking to. I'd been one of his brother's friends.

Or did he?

Oh, this was going to be good.

"Yes. It's nice to see you again, Jack. Been a long time," I said with a large grin.

His lips quirked into a half smile as he took a long sip of his drink. His eyes burned into me like he was still trying to figure out who the hell I was.

"Yes. It has been a long time. How's your family?" he asked, the generic question everyone asked.

Before my parents' divorce battle that left Mum with nothing. But I wasn't going to bring that up to the smiling man across from me. Oh no. I had a better idea.

"The family's grand. How's yours? Saw Connor was recently married and Sean's still playing rugby. Who would have known the little punk rock kid would turn into an athlete?" I laughed, taking a swig of my drink before setting it on the counter only to have it filled again by the bartender before I could protest.

Anyone would know about Connor's marriage and Sean's career if they lived in Dublin and were familiar with the Murphy clan. But not everyone would know the whole past. Jack's forehead crinkled slightly. He was still trying to place me.

Oh, come on now.

"All grand here," he said, turning to the bartender and ordering a refill of his drink. "It's been a very long day, and I'm about ready to head out of here." His blazing blue eyes searched mine.

"I get that maybe we've both changed a bit and haven't seen each other since you graduated school. But you know, the night is still young. Why not stay and chat with me?" I tugged at the low neckline of my dress where his eyes briefly flitted to. We had changed since I last saw him, but I guess some things were still the same.

"When you put it that way, mo gra, how could I say no to another drink?" he asked softly. But the wheels were turning as his brow quirked slightly.

I'd be lying if I said heat didn't flutter low in my stomach, and I had to push it back. He couldn't just use cute little Irish terms of endearment and expect me to bow down to him. Especially when he didn't even remember me.

"It's no tea, but I guess I can settle for this champagne. I just might need to call a cab home. First drink I've had in months," I rambled.

He traced the lines of my hand, the light touches flickering feelings I thought had been burnt to the ground along with any thoughts of a relationship after my parents' divorce. "And why is that? Busy with work? Something else?"

I shook my head, setting my glass down before pulling back and letting out a deep breath. No. No. Just because he looked at me with those dark blue eyes and flashed his dimpled smile, didn't mean I could get personal with him. He may have just been asking a simple question, but one more drink and I'd forget that the arsehole didn't remember me. That I was just playing around with him.

"You know, I should actually probably head out, too. I haven't seen my friend who I'm meeting and I'm wondering if he's even going to show at this late hour."

I searched the room, seeing if maybe Sean had made a grand entrance, but no such luck.

He reached for my hand again, squeezing it gently. "Any man who would stand you up didn't deserve your attention in the first place."

I tried to pretend like I was a strong woman who wasn't affected by his words, but I totally was. My heart beat rapidly in my chest like I'd just run a marathon. The alcohol was affecting me more than I realized. No way could I still be attracted to Jack after all these years.

I shook my head, a slight smile crossing my lips as I tried to ignore the heat rising in my neck. "You're just saying that."

He grinned. "A woman like you, seeing just how far you can push me before I admit that I don't recognize you, is definitely not someone I would just say anything to for shites and giggles."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "So you admit you have no idea who I am."

Blast that damn distracting dimple. "I have some idea that we went to school together. But I don't think I could forget a girl like you."

"Are you talking about my tits or my attitude?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "You're a real gas, I'll give you that. And the most interesting person I've talked to in a long time."

"Is that so?" I couldn't help putting my chin in my hand as I leaned forward, knowing full well that he was getting an eyeful of my chest popping out of my dress.

Before he could respond, the world moved in slow motion.

My elbow on the bar.

My arm hitting the full glass of champagne.

Said glass toppling over and all of the liquid contents now soaking into his probably expensive suit pants.

Gasps came from people pretending not to watch as Jack stood up, the champagne now running all the way down his pant leg.

"Ah shite," I yelled and turned to the bartender who already had a towel in his hands.

Quickly I knelt down, pressing the cloth to Jack's leg and not noticing how far my hands had traveled until he let out a low groan and I saw the very hard bulge staring me in the face.

"Grace."

My eyes widened as I popped my head up to meet his stare. "You knew it was me?"

He grabbed the towel, trying to pat the pool of liquid that had situated itself right near his groin.

The exact spot I was almost touching.

My face heated as I stood up, now realizing how much of an arse I had just made of myself.

He sighed, shaking his head. "I didn't at first. You've cleaned up a bit since our school days, but it didn't take long. I just wanted to see how long we could play this game. I didn't see you throwing a drink on me."

I put my hands on my hips, the embarrassment now gone and anger seething through me. "I didn't throw anything on you. It fell. An honest mistake."

"Oh, horse shite. We both know your little sexy act to get me to stare at your tits was an excuse to knock that drink over."

"You are overreacting."

He rolled his eyes, giving up and tossing the wet towel back on the bar before downing the rest of his drink and setting the empty glass back where he found it. "I'm just calling it a night. Say 'hi' to my brother when he gets here, will ya?"

Before he could leave me standing there looking like a fool, I grabbed my purse, not wanting to be the one left standing there. "You're absolutely maddening. Did you know that?"

He smirked. "I've been called worse."

I didn't even bother saying goodbye as I turned on my heel and headed in the opposite direction, looking for the nearest exit.

I didn't care that I hadn't seen Sean yet, or that people were gaping open mouthed at me.

The night was definitely over, but I had a feeling I was in for a lot more trouble in Dublin.

* * *

Sean: So ... wanna tell me what happened with you and my brother?

I rolled my eyes at Sean's messages that I received at the unholy hour of three a.m. when I was already in bed.

Me: Nothing happened with me and Jack. Just him being an arse after a stupid mistake. I went home right after that, which is more than I can say for you.

Sean: Hey, I did show up and you were already gone.

Me: Whatever.

Sean: LOL you know I love you. How about we hang out today? Your mum having brunch? If there's sweets to go with tea, I'm in.

I smirked, even though he couldn't see it. As kids, Sean and I bonded over our mutual love of sweets that we'd sneak from Granddad's stash he hid from Grandmum.

As we got older, his love of food turned him into a strapping man with legs like tree trunks, perfect for a professional rugby career.

But I, on the other hand, would get a whiff of a Galaxy Bar and gain ten pounds.

A healthy regimen of watching what I ate and the treadmill helped to take off the baby fat, but the scars from the bitches in boarding school still remained, and so did the curvy hips.

Me: You can even have my scones if you promise never to leave me at a gala again.

Sean: I make no promises, but I will take those scones.

Me: See you at ten.

For once, Sean was only five minutes late to my grandparents' house.

"No girls chasing after you this morning?" I asked, raising a brow as the butler let him into the house.

He was dressed in his Sunday best with a three-piece suit hugging his barrel chest and wide shoulders and hiding the tattoos skating up and down his arms. The beard and styled hair added to his charming bad-boy look.

If I hadn't known the guy all my life and been best mates, I might have had a crush ... like the one I harbored for Jack as a girl. And maybe still did? There was no way that anything was going to happen between us now. Not after I spilled champagne all over his probably very expensive suit and made an arse of myself. Even if I couldn't stop thinking about that cocky smirk. Damn him for being so cute.

"For tea and scones, I'll do just about anything," Sean said with a laugh and followed me through the foyer.

The house in the city was considered a downgrade from my grandparents' former country estate, but the place was still massive and filled with antiques and priceless oil paintings. We had to go down a long hallway, past two parlors, before we even got to the dining room.

The table was filled with enough food for an army yet only Granddad, Grandmum, and Mum sat at the table. Their faces lit up as soon as Sean walked in.

"Everyone, you remember Sean? He's here for brunch, even though he missed seeing me at the gala last night and he's terribly sorry," I said, side- eying him as we sat down in one of the upholstered high-back chairs.

"I remember him. He was the fat one who wore eyeliner." Grandmum pointed a crooked finger.

I snickered, watching Sean's face turn redder than the tomatoes on the sandwiches.

While Granddad was in a suit and Mum in a modest blazer and blue dress, Grandmum wore her usual eccentric attire of a feathered hat and lemon-yellow wrap dress that I was pretty sure had pugs printed on it. The older she got, the crazier her fashion choices were, and her filter was always hit or miss.

"It was a punk phase. We all had one," he muttered, taking a large bite of scone.

"And there's no one else I would have rather gone through my safety pins and mosh phase with than you," I teased.

"I think we still have a picture of that summer we let you two go to that place with the same name as a church. Granddad thought you were going to mass and figured he'd join," Grandmum went on, flitting toward the living room and returning with a leather photo album.

Sean laughed. "Ah, the St. Francis Xavier days."

Grandmum opened the book, flipping a few pages before setting it on the table and turning it toward us.

I snorted, picking up the old book and looking at the photos of us in our donkey jackets and Tam O'Shanter hats, standing outside the famous music hall.

We were surrounded by a thick layer of smoke but smiling with our thick eyeliner and chubby cheeks.

There were times I missed those days of being in our own little bubble, listening to music and forgetting the world.

(Continues…)


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Irish on the Rocks 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the second installment of the Irish story, though maybe not quite as much as the first. Still, I'll be lookin for Sean's story to enjoy as soon as it's out!
BuckeyeAngel More than 1 year ago
My family's whiskey empire needs to keep me as CEO. But thanks to my dad's will, to take my place as rightful head of the company, I need to find a wife. If I could just get my brother Sean's pain-in-the-arse best mate, Grace, out of my head long enough to focus on finding a decent woman. This was a cute, light-hearted book that I was able to get through rather quickly. I liked both main characters. I recommend. **I voluntarily read and reviewed this book
FanniAnn More than 1 year ago
This author is new to me and i liked her writing style, the storyline is good and the characters are likeable, i was interested from the start and i couldn't stop turning the pages, i won't go into detail as the synopsis is there for that. I received a copy from Netgalley and i am voluntarily leaving my own honest opinion
FanniAnn More than 1 year ago
This author is new to me and i liked her writing style, the storyline is good and the characters are likeable, i was interested from the start and i couldn't stop turning the pages, i won't go into detail as the synopsis is there for that. I received a copy from Netgalley and i am voluntarily leaving my own honest opinion
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Two and a half stars. 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. Jack Murphy is the oldest brother, the CEO, he has a bad reputation of being an exacting boss and can't keep an assistant for more than a few weeks, ever since his brother Connor married his best assistant Fallon. As a child he was cocky and obnoxious, especially to his younger brother Sean and Sean's best friend Grace. At a charity ball he meets Grace again, looking somewhat different to the short frizzy -haired girl with glasses he remembers. Things are going well, they flirt and then it all goes horribly wrong and Grace accidentally knocks a full glass of champagne all over him. Words are spoken and both Jack and Grace take offence. Of course it turns out that Grace, a book editor who has recently been made redundant, is perfect for the job of assistant and despite their initial animosity it seems as though there are major sparks between them. But Jack needs a wife and Grace has vowed never to marry after her parents' acrimonious divorce left her mother heartbroken and destitute (although Grace's grandfather is a millionaire). 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. I received a free copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
Lorizen More than 1 year ago
Murphy Brothers #2 Meet Jack, a very different Jack that we saw in book 1. This is Jack 2.0. Jack's story is the same as his brothers, he needs a wife to keep the family business in the family, with the middle brother Connor married to Jacks previous assistant, it leaves Jack in a rough spot. No wife, and no assistant willing to put up with his grouchy demanding self. Just when I thought door slamming went out with adolescence I am fooled again. The story picks up basically where book one ended. At a charity gala he runs into a stunning young woman, this would be Grace, a best friend to the youngest brother Sean, Sean was he date for the night and he leaves her hanging. Grace is bored. Strikes up a convo with Jack, who initially doesn't recognize Grace and then plays with her when he finally does. Grace then while yanking his chain a little manages to topple over her drink, spilling it on Jack. Harsh words from both fly and Grace leaves. Grace doesn't need this nonsense, she's just moved from England to Dublin with her mum after a bitter divorce between her parents, which leaves her in the "I'll never marry, not ever" zone, losing her job after the publisher she works for downsizes and they're living with her very wealthy grandparents, her granddad happens to be on the board for Murphy's and is privy to the brother's dilemma. Also the fact that Grace needs a job. Grandmum is quite dotty in the head. Eccentric doesn't cover it and the woman has no filter. Her mother is a bitter, manipulative, sniping witch. Grace really needs out of there. Granddad mentions Grace needs a job and since she passes all the tests with flying colors, is now Jack's new assistant. Jack can't stop thinking about Grace, she's being trained by Fallon and has moved into the flat that comes with the job. Her and her little dog, who basically is another character in the story, or so it seemed. Jack and Grace are attracted to each other. They bob and weave their way through the book. Throw in a cousin of Grace's, no love lost between these two, yet another snarky witch, who also happened to date Jack at uni. Lots of drama, misunderstandings, a little OTT dumb a** commentary from Connor, the mother, the grandmum and it's one heck of a Disney ride. There were times when I really felt bad for Jack, even though he was so non-committal. Sean was great throughout the book. He and Grace have a long history. And there is the proverbial shoe drop shite, Jack does a Jack. So what happens? Read the book. While this was not my favorite, I loved book one so much, the author certainly set the bar rather high. That's just my view and opinion. Such as it is. arc from NetGalley and Entangled for an honest review.
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
This second book in The Murphy Brothers series was just as enjoyable as the first. This time it's Jack Murphy feeling the pressure of find a wife to satisfy the caveat in his father's will that requires all the brothers marry within a year before they can inherit the family whiskey business. How hard could it be to find a woman willing to enter into a marriage of convenience and not end of falling in love with him? Then it comes to him. Grace his pain in the neck assistant who thinks he's the devil himself. He'll just have to make the deal sweet enough for her to agree. Problem is he never planned on falling for the woman but the more time he spends with her the more he wants from her. This book was very well done and one I would definitely recommend.
Linda__ More than 1 year ago
This is the second book in the Murphy Brothers series and it is every bit as delightful as the first novel. In this story, Jack is the confirmed bachelor and CEO of Murphy's, the family business empire. However,a provision in his father's will requires him to be married within a year or to forfeit his inheritance. Grace has been best friends with Sean, Jack's brother, since their early school years. For most of that time, she has harbored a crush on Jack. Since she recently relocated back to Ireland (from England), she has been seeking employment. Since Jack also needs an assistant, it is serendipity that she has returned to Dublin searching for a job. However, after watching her parents' divorce, Grace has vowed to never marry. Despite all of this, they begin a romance. This is a wonderful book that I just loved. I found myself engaged by the characters and wanting them to get their HEA ending. I even fell in love with the dog, Jane Pawsten (the canine version of Jane Austen), I mean, what could be cuter than that? Simply adorable! Fans of the genre will love this book. Put it at the top of your TBR list. While it is part of a series, this is a stand alone novel, however, it's so good that you really owe it to yourself to read them all.
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
4.5***** Oh Jack, the sexy, funny, compassionate, loveable man, how you found your match in Grace. They challenged each other constantly, and were drawn to one another. Their chemistry was off the charts. I loved how she wanted to be independent and not in a relationship. But reconnecting with Jack helped her see what she had been missing. Jack was utterly adorable in his pursuit and wanting to take care of Grace. They were so much fun together. And I loved how we got to see Fallon and Connor from book one. They both played important and quite humorous parts in this story. Now all we need is Sean's story. I cannot wait for that one! I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.