Mountain Man's Lucky Charm

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"You're the only family these babies have."

Life is gravy until a call hits me like a truck.
1. My idiot brother is behind bars.
2. He's the father of two little girls.
3. And some fool in charge assigns ME as their legal guardian.

I'm ready to give the judge a piece of my mind.
But the minute I see my nieces for the very first time I'm speechless.
And just like that, my mountainous walls slowly begin to crumble...

Two adorable little angels.
Teary-eyed.
Scared and alone.
They don't deserve this.
Now it's up to me to make this right.

Then I meet Alex.
Answering my pathetic questions on an online parenting forum.
She's actually a smart sexy single mom to two little boys.
THE definition of MILF. And one h*ll of a mom.

I'd give anything for a chance to make a family with Alex.
But, can she ever see herself with a known playboy?

One thing's for certain, St. Patrick's Day is just around the corner...
I'll use my Irish luck to charm my way into one special girl's heart.
Wish me luck!


This is a fully standalone romance from the bestselling Mountain Men of Liberty Series. This is a mountain man's baby, St. Patrick's Day romance, and Liam's story. Each book can be read on its own. Transport yourself into the charming and magical town of Liberty, Utah as we follow several rugged mountain men in their quests to find lasting love. For readers looking to binge-read books 1-4 of this series at a discounted rate, it is available as a boxset on my Amazon catalog titled Mountain Men of Liberty Boxset. Enjoy!

“Alright, lads! Next round on me!” I exclaimed as I slipped from the barstool, my feet almost missing the ground.

“I don’t know if you need anymore,” Ezra said with a serious expression on his face. I could count on my hand the number of times Ezra seemed to enjoy himself. Even when he was out with the guys, he seemed to have a stick up his ass.

“Why? You gonna make us all come into work tomorrow, boss?” My speech was slurred, but just a bit. “It’s Friday night, Ez. Loosen up, man.”

“I’m good,” Declan said, holding up his mostly full beer.

“As much as I’d love to join you, I have to be up early tomorrow,” Michael added.

“Yeah, what is it this time—your wife wants to take another couple’s pottery class or something?” Clark rolled his eyes.

“Nah, Becky’s going shopping with her mother. I have the kids to myself tomorrow, and Zoey is usually up early.”

Clark teased his stepbrother, Michael, often about his family, and even I thought that shit was getting old.

“That’s my cue to grab another beer,” I announced, not wanting to hear the bickering between the brothers. We were supposed to be having a fun night. “So, none for you, Ezra?”

“I’m good, thanks.”

I walked from our normal corner table up to the bar, leaning against it as I waited for the bartender to take my order. “One pint, please.”

Milly had been working at the bar for as long as I’d been a customer, and I was just a wee lad back then. Long before the legal drinking age. Dad would drag me into the bar, and Milly would serve me free soda all night, probably because she felt sorry for me. Things were different back then, of course. Bars no longer allowed children inside, which meant I likely would have been left at home or in the car when Dad went on his drinking binges.

I was thankful for Milly’s kindness back then and the fact that she never gave me a hard time about how much of my paycheck was spent here week after week.

Milly filled up my glass and passed it to me. “You know, you really should find yourself a nice girl one day, Liam.”

“Are you available, Milly?”

She cackled. “I gave up men ages ago. But for someone like you…” She pretended to consider. “Hell? Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t be able to keep up with someone like you. My third ex-husband was a redhead, you know? Just like you. And he was trouble. Learned my lesson after that one.”

I gave her a cheeky grin. “Well, if you’re not interested, guess I’ll be spending the rest of my life alone.”

Milly leaned over the counter, whispering, “Take a gander at the woman sitting at the booth near the door. I’d reckon she’s the prettiest woman in all of Liberty. She might change your mind.”

I rolled my eyes but turned to see who Milly was pointing at. After all, this was Liberty. I grew up here. I practically knew everyone in the town, and most certainly knew everyone who stepped foot in the bar.