The kiss turned Liam dumb. Stone-cold, the-world-could-blow-up-around-him-and-he-wouldn’t-care stupid. It was probably the magic. No one could taste so sweet and promise so many sinful things

Red had the worst case of cotton mouth in the history of oh-my-God-kill-me-now hangovers, but she hadn’t had a single sip of anything stronger than

There weren’t any windows in the treasure room that Liam could see from his position on the floor, but according to the clock on his

Red wiped down the oak bar and headed to the pub’s back room to grab a fresh keg and a quick convo with her number

Granny’s Pub in Dublin, New York, sat on the knife’s edge between a newly gentrified neighborhood and one still rotten right down to the core.