Most people spend St. Patrick’s Day drowning in whiskey and chasing luck—I’ll be spending mine drowning in bodies and dodging double-crosses.

This job should’ve been simple—one clean kill and a quiet exit. But when an ambush turns my getaway into a deadly game of cat and mouse, I start to wonder if the real target was me all along. Now, I’m stuck in Dublin with a trail of bodies behind me, a one-way ticket to London that’s looking more like a coffin, and a nagging suspicion that my employer just signed my death warrant.

If you love thrillers laced with snark, backstabbing bastards, and a heroine who’s more deadly than lucky, Bloody Little Clover will leave you breathless, bloodstained, and craving Marin's next kill.