Irished – The Invincibles Book 7 by Heather Slade

Irished
The Invincibles Book 7
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

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He’s an undercover double agent.
She’s his partner’s younger sister.
Together, they’re INVINCIBLE.

IRISH

Undercover for years, I learned one thing: be careful who you trust. Now, I need to know who’s killing our best operatives. Back on the ranch, I can uncover the secrets, while proving myself to everyone who doubts the truth. But Flynn Wheaton knows more, feels more, than meets the eye. She’s the first truth I’m going to conquer..

FLYNN

Pain hidden by kindness. He’s the perfect mystery, the rugged and inked man with secrets to unfold. He may be my brother’s partner, but I plan to know more, uncover it all. When my life is threatened, there’s only one thing I want to know, Will I finally get IRISHED?

When Paxton ‘Irish’ Warrick meets Flynn he is almost struck dumb with her beauty. All he wants to do is touch her, he stops himself from making a fool of himself by remembering how much younger she is than him. However, she doesn’t seem to care.

In this book we get two parts in the first we have Irish’s whole story of being undercover. From the beginning of his CIA career, Cope has been his handler. We get to see how that occurred and how Irish really didn’t want to work with him at first.

All that is interspersed with Flynn’s story and the bullying she endured growing up. Her father dressed her like her brothers, no frills, no women’s jeans, just standard ranch wear.

Page by page we follow Irish’s career mission to mission, to following the leads on the murdered agents. The number of which had increased exponentially over the last few years. Suspicious at the very least.

The books in this series seriously overlap, as we see how Irish really played a part as we review each case to reach the present. What did they miss…

While I loved getting to know both Flynn and Irish in Part 1, Part is where things really get going. Irish is now an asset and Buck’s family ranch is his safe house.

Flynn’s brother’s band is playing at a neighboring ranch and everyone has been invited. Because of the location security is not an issue.

This is a favorite scene.

I met Stella and Rock outside when it was time to leave, somewhat surprised Buck wasn’t with them. I offered to sit in the back, like I would’ve anyway, pleased when Rock said we had one more to pick up, hoping it would be Flynn.

When she got in the truck, beside me, she sighed and fidgeted enough that it led me to believe she was uncomfortable. She hadn’t been that way with me before, so I wondered what was causing it.

When she twirled her hair with her finger, I reached out and touched her hand.

“You look very pretty.”

Instead of smiling or even blushing, Flynn looked perplexed.

“What?” I asked.

“You don’t have to say that,” she mumbled.

I moved my hand to her chin and turned her head so I could look into her eyes. “Flynn, you look very pretty.”

“Thank you,” she said, trying to turn away, but I wasn’t ready to release her gaze. Her eyes darted toward the front seat, making me realize this wasn’t the time or place to have this conversation. Flynn was already uncomfortable enough.

When we arrived at the other ranch, I realized we’d been traveling as a caravan. “Wait there,” I said to Flynn, jumping out and coming around to open her door. She smiled and took my hand when I offered it.

The band was already playing when we walked into the barn. I was surprised to see so many people dancing.

“What first?” I asked. “Drink or a dance?”

“Do you really want to dance?”

I pointed in the direction of the couples. “I don’t know how to do fancy stuff like that, but I would like to dance with you.”

We were headed in that direction when another man approached us.

“Flynn?” he said, looking her up and down.

Her eyes scrunched, and she shook her head as though she didn’t want him to say anything else.

“Where did you get that dress—”

“Porter, have you met Paxon Warrick? He’s a guest at the Roaring Fork. Paxon, this is my brother Porter.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said, holding my hand out.

“Nice to meet you too.” Porter looked at his sister and then back at me.

“We were headed out to the dance floor, if you’ll excuse us.”

I put my hand on the small of Flynn’s back, and she flinched. When we were far enough away from her brother, I asked her about it. “If you’d rather not dance, it’s okay.”

“Would you rather not?”

I looked into her eyes and smiled. “I asked you to, which means I’d very much like to.”

Flynn was stiff as a board in my arms, but that wouldn’t stop me from holding her. I kept my grip loose and as she relaxed, gradually pulled her closer to me. We didn’t do much more than step from side to side, even when the song went from slow to fast.

“Did you want to get a drink?” she asked when we were on our third song.

“Not as much as I want to keep dancing.”

“Oh. Uh. Okay.”

I chuckled, took her hand in mine, and led her over to the bar.

We were getting close when another man— based on how much he resembled the first one, I guessed he was another brother— approached us. “Flynn?”

“Yes, it’s me. God, do you really have to make such a big deal out of how I’m dressed? Cord, this is Paxon Warrick. Paxon, this is my brother Cord.” She pointed toward the stage. “The guy with the red shirt is my brother Holt. I’m sure if the band takes a break, he’ll be equally shocked by my attire as Cord and Porter were. Oh, and Buck will be too.” She spun on her heel and stalked off, but I was right behind her.

“Hey, what about our drink?”

“I’m sorry. I think it would be best if I just went home. This was a terrible idea.”

I took Flynn’s hand in mine and led her outside. I waited until I was sure we didn’t have an audience before speaking.

“I don’t know what the deal is with your brothers being surprised by your attire, but as I said earlier, I think you look really pretty.”

“I don’t usually wear stuff like this.” Flynn waved her hand in front of her dress. “In fact, I never do.”

“I never would’ve guessed it.” I took her hand and twirled her in a circle. The dress she wore looked like any I’d expect to see on a girl who was also wearing cowboy boots.

She played with one of the ringlets in her hair. “I don’t ever do anything with my hair either.”

“Now you’re just teasing me.”

Flynn shook her head. “I’m not. I’m the least girly-girl you’ll ever meet.”

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. “I work for the CIA, sweetheart. I can guarantee you I’ve met plenty of women less ‘girly’ than you.”

She looked away. “I had to go buy this dress today. I didn’t have one.”

“Flynn?”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go back in, get something to drink, and dance some more.”

“I should just go back to the Roaring Fork. I have to get up really early to start breakfast.”

“One more dance. Please.”
Heather Slade. Irished (Kindle Locations 1536-1583). The Invincibles Book Seven.

Flynn and Irish have an attraction that goes far beyond just chemistry. He’s determined not only to finish his case but also break through Flynn’s barriers.

Flynn’s walls are high, she has no clue how beautiful she really is. Her self esteem is non-existent, but her new friends are helping.

Everyone is involved in this, and I do mean everyone. Burns, Sorcha, K19 and the Invincibles all join forces to end this mission once and for all.

Lots of action suspense and intrigue with plenty of romance and some sizzling heat.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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Heather Slade

My books are filled with things that bring me joy: music, wine, skiing, families, artists, and cowboys. Not always in that order.

I’m an Amazon best-selling author, and a PAN member of Romance Writers of America. I speak, teach, blog, am an executive sommelier, and all-around entrepreneur.

I grew up an east coast girl, and then spent half my life on the west coast. Now my husband, our two boys, and I happily call Colorado home.


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