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Kerrigan Byrne & Cynthia St. Aubin's Sirens (Townsend Harbor Book 5)
Kerrigan Byrne & Cynthia St. Aubin's Sirens (Townsend Harbor Book 5)
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She's trying to escape her past...
Hitting the reset button with the help of a friend from back home in Boston, all Margaret Michaels is hoping for is a fresh start. And it doesn't get much fresher than the seaside hamlet of Townsend Harbor. Handed a place to live and a job as a bartender in the town's most popular nautical-themed pub, she's been given a hell of a head start—for once in her life. There's only one problem. She's never tended bar a day in her life. A fact that a certain studly regular seems all too eager to point out.
He's trying to build a future...
Deputy Trent McGarvey loves two things: leggy redheads, and a good craft cocktail at the end of a long shift. And though he's a relatively recent transplant to Townsend Harbor from a seedy beat in Albuquerque, he knows just where to find both. Or did, until the smart-mouthed sprite who doesn't know a Manhattan from a Mojito took over for the gastropub's well-loved, willowy martini maven. And yet, the more McGarvey learns about fiery Maggie Michaels, the more he can't help but notice that the evidence isn't quite lining up with the story the messy mixologist provides him. But if there’s anything McGarvey loves—okay, three things—it’s a mystery.
When an after-hours crash course in cocktails leaves their thinking as muddled as the mint, the passionate fling that ensues could leave both their long-term prospects within Townsend Harbor on the rocks.
What people are saying…
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “The characters of Townsend Harbor are back with uproarious entertainment. Readers will love the raucous dialogue and the characters rapier wit. The plot is entertaining and fun and gives readers a great reason to turn the pages. Maggie and Trent will give readers many opportunities to laugh out loud as they navigate the many turns of their relationship. This series never fails to impress so make sure and get your copy.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Excellent read from Byrne and St. Aubin. Just love this series, the characters and the plot of this book. I don't do a synopsis of any book I read, but I'll tell you, I did laugh, a lot reading this tale!! Do yourself a favor and pick up this series. It was good to see characters from the previous stories, and I hope this isn't the end. Looking forward to reading more from these talented storytellers.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “I grin every time I get my hands on a Townsend Harbor story eagerly digging into the next story full of kooky small town personalities, steamy love and great friendships.” ~ Reviewer
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
Maggie Michaels stared blankly at the backlit array of bottles, desperately trying to remember what the hell actually went into a Long Island Iced Tea.
Which was kind of ironic, because wasn’t obliterating your memory kind of the point of a Long Island Iced Tea?
Or was that just a thing at Kelly’s Irish Pub back in Boston?
After several stymied moments drumming her long, elaborately painted nails on the old wood bar, all she could recall was a beverage that tasted vaguely like its refreshing, lemony namesake, and had frequently resulted in the loss of her keys, several items of clothing, and a shit-ton of pride.
And hell, just about any combination of the mood-enhancing elixirs in front of her would do that, right?
Grabbing a glass from the rack, she dumped in a shovel of ice and began tipping in healthy glugs of everything but eye of newt.
Next came a blast of cola, which turned the drink something kind of like the right shade. She topped it off with a chunk of lemon that could only be described as a wedge by someone who was excessively kind or legally blind.
Whatever. It was at least worth the “Four-dollar mixed drinks!!” advertised on the happy hour chalkboard propped near the entrance.
Happy hour.
If Maggie had a time machine, she’d zap herself back to find whatever asshat had come up with the concept and punch him in the neck meat.
Okay, first, she’d zap herself back to 1880s London to have tea and Tea with infamous madam Marry Jeffries, then she’d punch happy-hour guy—because it was surely a guy—in the neck meat.
Or the dick.
“Is that mine?”
Speaking of…
Maggie turned on her heel to find Kurt, whose fingers she might have to bend into a pretzel if he didn’t stop snapping them at her every damn time he shoved a new slip of paper into the already overloaded drink ticket carousel, looking at her expectantly.
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