Gilroy Clan

A Friends to Lover romance like you've never read before… Cari Patrick is my friend. My best friend. He's every good girl's dream come true. Funny, sweet and holy-hell hot. Perfect. So what's the problem? I'm far from perfect and I'm no one's idea of a good girl. I know that, but I've wanted Patrick ever since the first night we met. Ever since I kissed him and…well, did decidedly ungood-girl things to him in the front seat of his car. The same night he gently but firmly shut me down completely with a it was nice to meet you, Cari. I know he's out of my league, but that doesn't stop me from wanting him. And if the way he looks at me when he thinks no one is paying attention is any indicator, he wants me too. But he'll never make a move on me. Not unless I make him. That's what my friend Tess says. She thinks all Patrick needs is a little push. I think she might be right. The last thing I expected was for him to push back. Patrick Cari is my friend. My best friend. She's the perfect male fantasy come to life. Talented, smart and so damn beautiful that when she's around, I can't seem to look at anyone else. Perfect. So, what's the problem? I'm a nice guy and we all know where nice guys finish. Dead last. I've wanted Cari ever since the first night we met. The night she kissed me. Touched me in ways that made it hard for me to think clearly. But she was drunk and just broken up with her douchebag boyfriend-as much as I wanted her, I couldn't take advantage of her that way. Because I'm a nice guy, remember? Even though it's been years since that night and know she's moved on, I can't stop thinking about her. About that night. How good she tasted. How good she felt. But we're friends now. Best friends. Roommates. And it's driving me absolutely insane. Pushing Patrick is book one in The Gilroy Clan. Patrick and Cari's story concludes in book two, Claiming Cari.

I'm the good Gilroy, not the serious one-the control freak who doesn't know how to smile. I'm not the Gilroy who had his entire life planned before he was old enough to drink, and certainly not the one who runs around sticking his d**k into anything with a pulse. I'm Patrick Gilroy. Thoughtful. Considerate. Dependable. Mr. Nice Guy. That's how Cari used to see me. But that was before. Before she moved in and made my life a living hell, made me want things I'd convinced myself I could never have...things that made me question who I really am and how far I'm willing to go to get them. Because I never wanted to be just her friend; I've always wanted more, a lot more. Now that she's pushed me over the edge, she's going to find out just how much. Now that I've had her, I'm not going to stop until I take it all. Now I'm going to finish what Cari started. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

I'm the Gilroy your mother warned you about. I'm a simple creature. I drink. I f*ck. I fight. If you're looking to do any of those things, I'm down, but I never do the same woman twice. So if you're looking for something that'll last longer than the time it takes us both to get off, don't blame me when you get hurt-because you've been warned. I'm not a return to the scene of the crime kind of guy. I like my life. I like my freedom. At least I did. But that was before she came back into my life and ruined it all. Ruined me. As much as I want to blame her though, I can't. Because the simple life I've built myself really isn't simple at all. It's a fortress I've constructed to keep her out-to keep her away-because Henley O'Connell is dangerous to me in ways I can't even begin to describe. A life without her is easier. Cleaner. That's what I keep telling myself and I'll keep saying it, over and over, until I believe it. Because Henley is the only woman I've ever really wanted. And she's the only woman I can never really have.