Hi, I’m Lucy O’Connor—27, die-hard city girl, and as of last weekend, starring in my own personal rom-com disaster.
Picture this: I’m at my future sister-in-law’s hen weekend when I meet a charming, rugged Irish farmer with an accent as smooth as whiskey and a presence that tugs at my heart like a rip tide.
The connection between us? Instant, electric; something in the air shifted the moment we locked eyes.
It wasn’t just chemistry—it felt magnetic, as if the universe itself had aligned to pull us together.
He’s the man of my dreams. Which would be perfect… if I weren’t already married to someone else. My husband never exactly set my world on fire. John Kelly? He’s about to burn it down.
Is this a case of the infamous seven-year itch? Or is there such a thing as fate? And what about karma?
Is John Kelly really all that he seems?
