Something Irish by Heather Young-Nichols
Series: Courting Chaos #0.5
Publication date: May 24th, 2018
Synopsis:
A hot Irishman and a woman stuck in his country...
Maggie Dwyer and her mother are given a weeklong trip to Ireland when a last minute injury sidelines her grandma. It's a chance to learn where she came from. When the trip comes to an end, Maggie is horrified to discover that her purse has disappeared. Her driver's license and passport along with it. Even worse... She can't leave Ireland with her mother.
Eagan O'Brien, the sexy pub owner Maggie's been flirting with, steps in to help by offering his apartment to the damsel in distress. Maggie tries to flip her distress into her first successful one night stand.
But getting a replacement passport isn't as easy as everyone thinks and Maggie stays for two more weeks.
Two more weeks of Eagan O'Brien.
Can Maggie turn that one night stand into something more or will luck not be one her side?
Cross by Heather Young-Nichols
Series: Courting Chaos #1
Publication date: June 5th, 2018
Synopsis:
A sexy drummer and a rock god's daughter on tour together for the summer... what could possibly go wrong?
Indie
When Cross Rhodes from Courting Chaos mistakes me for a groupie and tries to kick me out of the venue, I remind myself that touring with my dad isn't always easy. I don't fall for rock stars--ever but Cross makes me want to break all the rules.
Summer fun crashes around me when I discover one of the openers prefers his women too young. Unfortunately for him, intimidation doesn't keep me quiet.
Cross
Opening for Kissing Cinder is the break my band needs and none of us can mess this up. Then I try to remove a hot, sassy blonde from the venue and now I can't get her off my mind. Indie's off limits. The daughter of a man that can make or break us. What the hell am I thinking?
The only thing I know for sure is that I will protect Indie from my bass player at all costs.
Ransom by Heather Young-Nichols
Series: Courting Chaos #2
Publication date: October 1st, 2018
Synopsis:
Bellamy Harper needs an escape and becomes Ransom's challenge.
Bellamy
My life has taken a hard turn. So, when my best friend asks me to join her on tour with her dad, I can't say yes fast enough. I expected to be surrounded hot rock stars. But I never saw Ransom or our intense attraction coming. He's impossible to ignore but given my crazy ex, I'm determined to keep my distance. That only works for about a minute before my former boyfriend shows up ready to reclaim what he says is his.
Ransom
The stand-offish red head suddenly on the tour has me falling all over her and she's everywhere I go since her best friend is dating mine. It takes a lot of hard work to break through Bellamy's tough exterior and of course that's the moment my ex-girlfriend decides to screw up my life. The media attention is too much for Bellamy and I can't blame her. She has her own problems and didn't ask for this.
With her psycho ex-boyfriend and my secret-keeping ex-girlfriend hindering any hope of a relationship, we'll both have to confront our pasts if we want any chance at a future.
Booker by Heather Young-Nichols
Series: Courting Chaos #3
Publication date: February 19th, 2019
Synopsis:
We come from opposite worlds and really shouldn't work...
Paige
I'm used to sacrifice and hard work. Growing up in the foster system didn't leave a lot of room for error. Then I land a job with one of the richest families in the state that might allow me to have the life I've been working so hard toward. When their son, Booker, comes home, I try so hard to keep things professional. Him being around makes it impossible to ignore my feelings. But I work for his family... there's a line that shouldn't be crossed.
Booker
When I'm called home to see my sick mother, I sure didn't expect to find a hot as hell nurse living in the house, taking care of my mother. Paige is smart, sassy, and unimpressed by my rock star status. But my growing feelings could get in the way of getting back out on the road to escape my tense relationship with Dad.
I need to cement my place with the band and Paige can't screw up her career. Can we find a way to do both?
Dixon by Heather Young-Nichols
Series: Courting Chaos #4
Publication date: September 16th, 2019
Synopsis:
It's the opportunity of a lifetime and he's the one person who could derail it all.
Barrett
Getting a job has been my focus since the moment I graduated from college. And maybe coming to terms with my less than amazing childhood. So, when a job opens up to be the personal assistant of Courting Chaos' manager, I go for it. Too soon, Dixon begins worming his way into my heart, everything might come unraveled.
Being with him could cost me the job he needs and the life I've dreamed of.
Dixon
Everyone in the band might be catching feelings but that's not remotely on my radar. I'm perfectly happy living the rock star life as the guitarist for Courting Chaos. With all the drama around the guys, easy is safest. Until everything changes when a joke gets out of hand and I do something I immediately regret. Making amends for my own stupidity might turn into the best thing to ever happen to me.
Being with her might not be the smart choice and certainly isn't the easy one. Yet here we are... falling.
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Excerpt from Cross
"What're you doing in here?" The man who'd just slammed into me said with a sharp tone. "No one's supposed to be inside yet. You need to get back outside."
No apology for running into me and almost sending me to the ground. How rude. He didn't come off as intimidating, right around my age actually, but clearly not that nice.
"Outside?" I furrowed my brows and stared. Oh. He thought I was a fan who'd snuck inside. "Yeah, I can be here."
"Heard that before. Come on." He pointed toward the closest exit.
I swallowed and forced myself to ignore how hot this guy was. Hotter than the usual roadie or venue worker, that was for sure. He was quite the pairing of clean cut and bad boy with neat, light brown hair, shaved on the sides and back but longer on top--and also the sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. His very muscular right arm.
"Listen," I said, pushing all thoughts of his hotness aside, then sighed. "There's obviously a misunderstanding. Take two seconds to listen to me."
"I don't have two seconds for you."
"Damn, you're a dick, aren't you?"
"Woah, the guys get older, but the groupies get younger," a different deep voice said from beside me.
Something about this new guy creeped me out. He was a bit bigger than the first, darker, too. Darker hair, darker eyes, and from what my sixth sense told me, darker personality. He was much closer than I would've liked, too. The way he leered at me, made the hair on my arms stand straight up and my stranger danger instinct kicked in full force.
When I took a look at my surroundings, I found that there was actually four men surrounding me. They all looked to be just a few years older than me, in their mid-twenties, but I liked being outnumbered even less than I liked some random dude being in my space. Though we weren't exactly alone and I could call for help if I needed to. Still, I wanted away from them.
"Excuse me?" I asked, turning to face Dark Guy.
I crossed my arms under my breasts and gave him my best death glare. The one I'd perfected going through high school when people said I was spoiled and that I thought I was better than everyone else because of who my dad was.
If they knew I was Vince Cinderstone's daughter, they'd likely be fake with me. I hated that more than all the other stuff combined.
"Not judging," the dark one said. "We love the medics."
I raised an eyebrow because I didn't know what the hell he was talking about but his stupid grin begged to be forcibly removed from his face.
"Medics," he said again as if it'd mean something to me. Like I hadn't heard him before. "Women who bring sexual healing. I think you'd be perfect for the job."
"You know," I said, cocking my head to the side while narrowing my eyes on him. "You're probably going to want to shut up now before you dig a hole too deep to get out of."
No apology for running into me and almost sending me to the ground. How rude. He didn't come off as intimidating, right around my age actually, but clearly not that nice.
"Outside?" I furrowed my brows and stared. Oh. He thought I was a fan who'd snuck inside. "Yeah, I can be here."
"Heard that before. Come on." He pointed toward the closest exit.
I swallowed and forced myself to ignore how hot this guy was. Hotter than the usual roadie or venue worker, that was for sure. He was quite the pairing of clean cut and bad boy with neat, light brown hair, shaved on the sides and back but longer on top--and also the sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. His very muscular right arm.
"Listen," I said, pushing all thoughts of his hotness aside, then sighed. "There's obviously a misunderstanding. Take two seconds to listen to me."
"I don't have two seconds for you."
"Damn, you're a dick, aren't you?"
"Woah, the guys get older, but the groupies get younger," a different deep voice said from beside me.
Something about this new guy creeped me out. He was a bit bigger than the first, darker, too. Darker hair, darker eyes, and from what my sixth sense told me, darker personality. He was much closer than I would've liked, too. The way he leered at me, made the hair on my arms stand straight up and my stranger danger instinct kicked in full force.
When I took a look at my surroundings, I found that there was actually four men surrounding me. They all looked to be just a few years older than me, in their mid-twenties, but I liked being outnumbered even less than I liked some random dude being in my space. Though we weren't exactly alone and I could call for help if I needed to. Still, I wanted away from them.
"Excuse me?" I asked, turning to face Dark Guy.
I crossed my arms under my breasts and gave him my best death glare. The one I'd perfected going through high school when people said I was spoiled and that I thought I was better than everyone else because of who my dad was.
If they knew I was Vince Cinderstone's daughter, they'd likely be fake with me. I hated that more than all the other stuff combined.
"Not judging," the dark one said. "We love the medics."
I raised an eyebrow because I didn't know what the hell he was talking about but his stupid grin begged to be forcibly removed from his face.
"Medics," he said again as if it'd mean something to me. Like I hadn't heard him before. "Women who bring sexual healing. I think you'd be perfect for the job."
"You know," I said, cocking my head to the side while narrowing my eyes on him. "You're probably going to want to shut up now before you dig a hole too deep to get out of."
Heather Young-Nichols is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romances. A native of the great and often very cold state of Michigan, she is better known at home and to her friends as the Snarker-in-Chief. A job she excels at beyond anything she could have imagined. She loves many things, but especially cold coffee, hot books, and baseball. But not necessarily in that order.
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