Love and Shenanigans by Zara Keane Blog Tour


Love and Shenanigans by Zara Keane
Series: Ballybeg, #1
Publication Date: May 16, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance



Vows in VegasÖ
Three days before leaving Ireland on the adventure of a lifetime, Fiona Byrne returns to her small Irish hometown to attend the family wedding from hell. When she discovers the drunken vows she exchanged with the groom during a wild Las Vegas trip eight years previously mean theyíre legally married, her future plans ricochet out of control. Can she untangle herself from the man who broke her heart so long ago? Does she even want to?

ÖTrue Love in Ballybeg.
Gavin Maguireís life is low on drama, high on stability, and free of pets. But Gavin hadnít reckoned on Fiona blasting back into his life and crashing his wedding. In the space of twenty-four hours, he loses a fiancÈe and a job, and gains a wife and a labradoodle. Can he salvage his bland-but-stable life? More importantly, can he resist losing his heart to Fiona all over again?



ìTypical,î muttered Gavin. ìBloody typical. He lands me with an untrained puppy that wreaks havoc in my house, and then he expects me to keep it under control in his.î

Wiggly Poo treated his nose to a generous lick.

He scowled at him. ìKeep that up and Iíll walk down the aisle with a rash on my face.î

A shriek of laughter from one of the rooms proved too much excitement for the puppy. He leaped out of Gavinís arms, slid across the marble floor, and shot off in the direction of the noise.

ìCome back, you blaggard!î Gavin chucked Deirdreís roses on the floor and took off after the dog.

He pounded down the narrow hallway that led to the downstairs guest bedrooms. One door was slightly ajar. He caught sight of a curly canine arse disappearing behind it.

He barged into the room without knocking.

A chorus of feminine gasps greeted his appearance. Apart from the French designer, all the women were wearing satin dresses of various hues. Deirdre was in a lavender creation, complete with puffy sleeves. The bridesmaidsóOlivia, Mona, and Bronaówore maroon dresses that reminded him of the costumes in the deadly dull Jane Austen adaptations his fiancÈe adored. Muireannís wedding dress was a meringue concoction with skirts that took up half the room. It didnít suit her, but heíd lie tomorrow and tell her it looked great.

The†piËce de rÈsistance†was the woman poured into a greenish-yellow frock with a weird fishtail bottom. The bodice of the dress was so tight that half her breasts were squeezed into view. He drank in the womanís face. Her mouth formed an O of horror at the sight of him.

His stomach performed a stunt worthy of an acrobat. He knew those breasts. He knew that face. He knew that mouth.

Bloody hell!†What was she doing at the wedding? What was she doing†in†the wedding?

Her intelligent green eyes pinned him in place. A slide show of memories flashed through his mindósome good, some bad, some X-rated.

ìGavin!î Muireann screeched, jolting him back to the present. ìYouíre not supposed to see my dress!î

He flushed to the roots. Had he been remembering sleeping with another woman while his bride-to-be stood in front of him?†Jaysus.†He needed to pull himself together.

Deirdre grabbed a swath of fabric from the speechless Claudette and threw it around her daughter. ìGet out, Gavin. Youíll jinx the wedding!î

ìSorry for barging in. Wiggly Poo is in here somewhere.î

Muireannís jaw dropped. ìYou brought him here? I told you to leave him at home.î

ìBaby, I couldnít leave him alone,î he said in mounting exasperation. ìHe was wrecking the place. He pulled down the curtains and attacked my stereo speakers.î

ìAh, Gavin. Why didnít you stop him? Heís only a puppy.î

ìAre you sure? Iíd label him a hellhound.î

Fiona snorted with laughter. Muireann shot her cousin a look of pure venom.

No love lost between them.

In a split second, Wiggly Poo emerged from underneath an antique chair and charged at a basket near Deirdreís feet.

ìWatch out!î Gavin cried. ìThere he goes.î

ìStop him!î Deirdre screamed, veiled hat askew. ìHeís attacking Mitzi and Bitzi.î

Fiona lurched forward on her high heels and half-fell, half dive-bombed the dog basket.

The sound of ripping fabric tore a horrified gasp from the crowd. The material at the back of the dress split open, revealing two luscious, creamy buttocks.




Zara Keane grew up in Dublin, Ireland, but spent her summers in a small town very similar to the fictitious Ballybeg.

She currently lives in Switzerland with her family. When sheís not writing or wrestling small people, she drinks far too much coffee, and tries ñ with occasional success ñ to resist the siren call of Swiss chocolate.



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