Luck Is a Lie

And Some People Die Believing In It

Most people spend St. Patrick’s Day chasing luck.

Green everywhere.
Four-leaf clovers.
Pints raised to the comforting idea that fortune favours the bold—or at least by those drunk enough to believe it does.

It’s a nice story.

But unfortunately, luck has a body count.

Chaos Doesn’t Care About Your Plans

St. Patrick’s Day turns cities like Dublin into something else entirely.

Crowds spill into the streets.
Music blares from every doorway.
Strangers become friends for a night, united by alcohol, bad decisions, and the belief that nothing too serious can happen in the middle of a celebration.

It’s loud.
It’s unpredictable.

And it’s the perfect place for things to go very, very wrong.

In Bloody Little Clover, Marin arrives in Dublin for what should be a routine job.

One clean kill.
A quiet exit.

Simple.

Until it isn’t.

When the Job Turns on You

The ambush comes fast.

Clean becomes messy.
Controlled becomes chaos.

And suddenly Marin isn’t just executing a contract—she’s fighting to stay alive in a city that’s swallowing the evidence as fast as she can create it.

Because this time, the problem isn’t the target.

It’s the growing suspicion that Marin was never meant to walk away.

Someone set her up.

And in a city drunk on celebration, where bodies can disappear into crowds, and no one looks too closely at the aftermath, that’s a very convenient mistake to make.

Luck Won’t Save You

There’s a reason people believe in luck.
It’s easier than admitting the truth.

That luck is fickle.
That it doesn’t choose sides.
That hoping it swings your way doesn’t mean it will.

Bloody Little Clover doesn’t pretend otherwise.

Because luck doesn’t protect you.
Luck doesn’t warn you.
And luck sure as hell doesn’t save you when the knife is already coming down.

If you like your thrillers fast, brutal, and laced with betrayal… if you prefer your heroes dangerous and your victories hard-earned…

This one’s for you.

Bloody Little Clover is out now!

Because when everything goes to hell, luck isn’t what gets you out alive.

Being dangerous does.