My very first published book is going wide and will be on sale for most of the holidays. Can’t believe it’s going on three years since I first published A Lass Worth Fighting For!
Tragedy is an old acquaintance of Kellina Duncan and Forbes MacColloch, both bearing the scars of their pasts. When their worlds collide, can love’s power mend their shattered spirits?
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If Forbes had been able to get a word in edgeways, he would have been too shell-shocked to speak. Held captive, his mind screamed danger as he helplessly wheeled along behind her gently weaving buttocks. He was fascinated at the enchanting way they undulated in her snug denim jeans. In the kitchen, she bent down to put the eggs in the drawer and set the milk on the shelf.
Entranced, he watched the material go tight, his todger desperately trying to stand at attention. He felt the sudden intense urge to reach out and caress, or smack the rounded globes presented so enticingly. He wanted to lay her down on the floor and make her his in every sense of the word.
His breath caught.
Alert!
This was dangerous ground, and never in a million years had he thought he’d be walking it again. He didn’t realize how close he’d gotten until she stepped backward and tripped on his feet, thereby landing her luscious bottom directly in his lap.
His hands automatically reached out to steady her, one muscled arm going around her narrow waist to keep her from falling. The scent of her long chocolate curls wafted into his sensitive nostrils. He couldn’t quite place the luscious smell, but it seemed a cross between home-baked bread and ginger.
Damn, she felt so good on his broad thighs, fitting snugly into his arms like she was made for him.
“Oh,” she gasped. Her gray eyes with their purplish heather flecks widened when she twisted in his lap and their gaze met.
“P… pardon me, I didna expect ye to be right behind me!”
She scrambled off his lap and stood there, her chest heaving as she twisted her slender fingers together. “I hope I didna hurt ye!”
His todger suddenly went limp, as if sad at her departure, and his lips twisted in defensive derision. “Dinna ye ever stop talking, lass?”
The change from contrition to fire was immediate, and her bonnie eyes flashed.
“Someone has to keep a conversation going; yere like talking to a bump on the proverbial log,” she replied with a huff.
One small foot encased in a leather boot tapped a rhythmic tattoo on the floor, expending an energy that seemed to keep her curvaceous figure constantly moving.
“Do ye have me payment ready? I need to be getting to my next delivery.”
“And here I thought ye were worried about hurting me. Have ye forgotten so quickly?” His tone was mocking now. “But then I guess ‘tis always money first with women, eh?”
“I guess the same could be said for men and sex,” she replied sweetly, not missing a beat. “Money can be important for a woman when a lazy lay-about won’t pull his own weight.”
Her eyes sparkled in a challenge. To his amazement, they sparkled with everything but pity. And they were drop-dead gorgeous.
“And sex can be just as important when a man can’t get no lovin’ from a cold fish,” he stated boldly with an exaggerated American West slang.
“Maybe ye should try a woman instead of a fish,” she shot back.
“Are ye volunteering?” He cursed himself for that remark. No way he was getting involved with anyone again.
She shook her head, hair falling in curly waves about her shoulders and layering across the top of her pink-checked, button-down shirt. “As tempting as ye might be, I’m afraid I’m committed elsewhere. Ye’ll have to go a-huntin’.”
Forbes shot her a sardonic grin. “I dinna have to do the hunting, they come to me.”
One delicate brow shot up. “If that’s true, then ye better be staying off the ledge instead of out there, acting like Snoopy on a limb. One of them might be pushing ye over after getting a taste of yere hospitality.”
“Snoopy on a limb?” For the first time since the accident, Forbes fought the urge to chuckle.
“Or hanging morosely over the edge of his dog house, whichever ye prefer,” she added with a smug grin.
His sense of humor felt another tickle.
“And here I thought of myself as Edgar Allen Poe’s dark raven, giving ye the evil eye off me precarious perch.”
He watched in fascination as Kellina snorted, her lips twitching, and then she broke into a peal of laughter. It was like the sun breaking through the clouds on a rainy day, enveloping you in its warmth, inside and out. He couldn’t help the crooked, not been used since forever, grin that stole across his own mouth. He had to admit, she had a quick wit. She was also the first person he’d met who didn’t send him furtive glances of pity and sympathy; she just took him at face value.
It was ridiculously refreshing.
“Aye, ye do resemble a raven more than Snoopy, I’ll give ye that, Poe, but I really have to be going. I’ve got a schedule to keep, and I’m running a tad late as it ‘tis. If ye dinna know anything about my payment, I’ll collect it from Corny when he gets back. Ye have nae need to worry about it.”
She whipped around him then and headed for the front door. He followed her just so he could watch her delicious butt cheeks undulate once again.
“Dinna be late again, Kellina. There are consequences for tardiness, ye know.” Why the devil that had slipped out he couldn’t fathom unless her nicely rounded bottom was to blame.
She whipped her head back around the door, her beautiful eyes flashing once again. “I’ll be late if I’ve got a mind too, Poe. It’s my own schedule I keep—or not keep. And there’s nary a damn thing ye can do about it!”
Unable to help himself, Forbes quickly wheeled out the patio door and across the concrete where he could get a glimpse of her headed down the rocky path to the main road below.
Corny’s cottage was on a blasted precipice! Her neat figure was sure-footed, her long curls waving in the air behind her. She disappeared all too quickly, leaving him to wonder ….more
If you haven’t read this second-chance holiday romance, you are in for a treat. Perhaps some of my Scottish slang wasn’t quite up to what’s considered normal today, given how cultures progress, but I like to see how far I’ve come in my writing career. And if you’ve been following me and enjoy my spanking romances, then perhaps you do too.
A huge thank you to my readers for sticking with me as I’ve published over a dozen more books independently, not to mention the paperback version in many of those. The journey so far has been fun and I’ve learned a ton of new stuff on the way, and am still learning more. Without readers, it wouldn’t be possible to continue doing something I love.
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