{"id":3693,"date":"2011-03-17T01:10:07","date_gmt":"2011-03-17T05:10:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/alannacoca.com\/?p=3693"},"modified":"2014-08-01T02:38:22","modified_gmt":"2014-08-01T08:38:22","slug":"the-luck-of-the-irish-blog-hop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/2011\/03\/the-luck-of-the-irish-blog-hop","title":{"rendered":"The Luck of the Irish Blog Hop"},"content":{"rendered":"

Welcome! I hope you’re enjoying your hop around some of the best author sites on the web! I’m giving away a copy of Fine Print to one lucky winner, along with a book to be loaded on the Kindle 3 that’s up for grabs! Good luck! If you’re just happening along this post, and would like to get in on the fun, click HERE<\/a> to get started. Here is the list of words we’re using for the story. I think I got em all! Love, smile, kiss, tongue, cuddle, nipple, earlobe, fingernail, green, fireplace, book, whiskey, ride, Dublin, shamrock, knickers, silk scarf, leather boot, Pot of Gold, Blarney Stone, and \u201cWhy is it green?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Kelly only drank enough of the green<\/span> beer to keep it from sloshing over her cup to stain her hand, but couldn’t stomach more than a few sips. Beer shouldn’t be green<\/span>.<\/p>\n

She picked her way back through the crowd. Dropkick Murphys blared through the speakers, and one group in the corner even sang along to the raucous chorus. She doubted any of the St. Patrick’s Day revelers had ever been to Ireland, or had any sort of Irish blood coursing through their veins\u2013gallons of Jameson Irish whiskey<\/span> didn’t count\u2013but today everyone was Irish. While most Americans used March 17th<\/sup> as an excuse to get drunk, Kelly would have been just as happy to stay home with Sean, and cuddle<\/span> in front of the fireplace<\/span>.<\/p>\n

He’d promised her a dinner at her favorite restaurant if she’d join him for pool at the Shamrock<\/span> Lounge for a few hours. \u00c2\u00a0The bar was a favorite of theirs year round, especially since she’d been hired to paint a big pot of gold<\/span> mural on the far wall. Although now it was covered with signatures on each gold piece, testaments to the feat of chugging “The Big Dublin<\/span>“, a beer mug as big as a fish bowl.<\/p>\n

The sound of Sean’s laughter drew her eyes to the pool table, where he leaned against the edge, laughing with his friends. His buddy Patrick seemed to think today was his own personal celebration, even though he was half Russian and half Swedish. Still, Kelly couldn’t imagine spending a St. Patrick’s Day without the big lug.<\/p>\n

She sauntered across the room, feeling sexy in Sean’s favorite mini skirt. She brushed aside the girl who had roped her man with her green silk scarf<\/span>\u2013teasing him with one green fingernail<\/span> scraping down his chin\u2013and didn’t even make eye contact with the drunk guy who asked her to kiss his blarney stones<\/span>. She was even able to ditch the green<\/span> beer on an empty table.<\/p>\n

“Remember that one year when we slept St. Pats off at my mom’s house?” Patrick drained his glass. “And I didn’t aim well, and she was bitching about the mess on the toilet?<\/p>\n

“But Patrick, why is it green<\/span>?” <\/em>Patrick and Sean mimicked in unison. The story was as old and stale as the beer stains on the pool table, but Kelly couldn’t help but smile<\/span> along with them, while simultaneously feeling sorry for Patrick’s mother.<\/p>\n

“We could fill a book<\/span> with the stuff we did to your poor mom.” Finally Sean caught her eye, and gave her that sexy smile<\/span> that melted her. The dimple in his cheek was one of the first things that attracted her to him two years ago, and he still had the power to make her earlobes<\/span> pink with that grin. The knowledge that he had the ability to kiss her senseless with those lips, and his talented tongue<\/span> was enough to get her knickers<\/span> in a knot, and make her nipples<\/span> perk.<\/p>\n

“Hello, love<\/span>.” He set his pool cue aside and pulled her into his arms. “You’re looking mighty fine tonight.”<\/p>\n

Kelly snuggled into his embrace, stepping between his leather boots<\/span>. “So are you. I was just standing over there wondering if you were ready to go home and search for my pot of gold<\/span>.”<\/p>\n

He chuckled, and kissed her through his smile<\/span>. “I thought you wanted to shut this place down with Patrick, but when you put it that way\u2013”<\/p>\n

“Dude!” Patrick slugged Sean hard enough to jostle Kelly. “You can’t leave early, you’re my ride<\/span>.”<\/p>\n

“You live two blocks away. It wouldn’t kill you to walk.” Sean elbowed back. “You really think I’d choose you over this tasty morsel?”<\/p>\n

“I don’t blame you for being whipped. I might just be a little jealous.”<\/p>\n

Right on cue, a cute little brunette approached them, stealing Patrick’s attention away. Kelly took advantage and dragged Sean through the door.<\/p>\n

“You really think I’m tasty?”<\/p>\n

Sean spun her around, and pinned her against the wall, the cold brick seeping through her jeans and sweater, emphasizing his heat pressed against her front.<\/p>\n

“Hmm, I can’t remember. Let me taste\u2026” He kissed her, sending his tongue <\/span>on a ravishing tour through her mouth, and nibbling and licking her lips. “Delicious.”<\/p>\n

Kelly sighed. “Take me home, Sean.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Thanks for stopping by! Good luck in the drawing! We’ll be chatting on Saturday 3\/19 at 7pm at Gem Sivad’s Place<\/a>. I hope you can join us…we have a lot of fun.<\/p>\n

See you there!<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Kelly only drank enough of the green beer to keep it from sloshing over her cup to stain her hand, but couldn’t stomach more than a few sips. Beer shouldn’t be green.<\/p>\n

<\/span>She picked her way back through the crowd. Dropkick Murphys blared through the speakers, and one group in the corner even sang along to the raucous chorus. She doubted any of the St. Patrick’s Day revelers had ever been to Ireland, or had any sort of Irish blood coursing through their veins\u2013gallons of Jameson Irish whiskey didn’t count\u2013but today everyone was Irish. While most Americans used March 17th<\/sup> as an excuse to get drunk, Kelly would have been just as happy to stay home with Sean, and cuddle in front of the fireplace.<\/p>\n

He’d promised her a dinner at her favorite restaurant if she’d join him for pool at the Shamrock Lounge for a few hours. <\/span>The bar was a favorite of theirs year round, especially since she’d been hired to paint a big pot of gold mural on the far wall. Although now it was covered with signatures on each gold piece, testaments to the feat of chugging “The Big Dublin”, a beer mug as big as a fish bowl.<\/p>\n

<\/span>The sound of Sean’s laughter drew her eyes to the pool table, where he leaned against the edge, laughing with his friends. His buddy Patrick seemed to think today was his own personal celebration, even though he was half Russian and half Swedish. Still, Kelly couldn’t imagine spending a St. Patrick’s Day without the big lug.<\/p>\n

<\/span>She sauntered across the room, feeling sexy in her leather boots, and knowing that her jeans were Sean’s favorite since they hugged her ass. She brushed aside the girl who had roped her man with her green silk scarf\u2013teasing him with one green fingernail scraping down his chin\u2013and didn’t even make eye contact with the drunk guy who asked her to kiss his blarney stones. She was even able to ditch the green beer.<\/p>\n

“Remember when we slept it off at my mom’s house?” Patrick drained his glass. “And I didn’t aim well, and she was bitching about the mess on the toilet?<\/p>\n

“But Patrick, why is it green?” <\/em>Patrick and Sean mimicked in unison. The story was as old and stale as the beerstains on the pool table, but Kelly couldn’t help but smile along with them, while simultaneously feeling sorry for Patrick’s mother.<\/p>\n

“We could fill a book with the stuff we did to your poor mom” Finally Sean caught her eye, and gave her that sexy smile that melted her. The dimple in his cheek was one of the first things that attracted her to him two years ago, and he still had the power to make her earlobes pink with that grin. The knowledge that he had the ability to kiss her senseless with those lips, and his talented tongue was enough to get her knickers in a knot, and make her nipples perk.<\/p>\n

<\/span>“Hello, love.” He set his pool cue aside and pulled her into his arms. “You’re looking mighty fine tonight.”<\/p>\n

<\/span>Kelly snuggled into his embrace. “So are you. I was just standing over there wondering if you were ready to go home and search for my pot of gold.”<\/p>\n

<\/span>He chuckled, and kissed her through his smile. “I thought we were going to shut this place down with Patrick, but when you put it that way\u2013”<\/p>\n

<\/span>“Dude!” Patrick slugged Sean hard enough to jostle Kelly. “You can’t leave early, you’re my ride.”<\/p>\n

<\/span>“You live two blocks away. It wouldn’t kill you to walk.” Sean elbowed back. “You really think I’d choose you over this tasty morsel?”<\/p>\n

<\/span>“I don’t blame you for being whipped. I might just be a little jealous.”<\/p>\n

<\/span>Right on cue, a cute little blonde approached them, stealing Patrick’s attention away. Kelly took advantage and dragged Sean through the door.<\/p>\n

<\/span>“You really think I’m tasty?”<\/p>\n

<\/span>Sean spun her around, and pinned her against the wall, the cold brick seeping through her jeans and sweater, emphasizing his heat pressed against her front.<\/p>\n

<\/span>“Hmm, I can’t remember. Let me taste\u2026” He kissed her, sending his tongue on a ravishing tour through her mouth, and nibbling and licking her lips. “Delicious.”<\/p>\n

<\/span>Kelly sighed. “Take me home, baby.”<\/p>\n

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