Christy McKee
began her career in TV news and eventually found her way into advertising and
finally fiction. She believes a good story should be about characters who win
your heart, sometimes move you to tears and occasionally make you laugh. As a
reader, Christy hopes you'll be swept into her characters' lives enjoy getting
to know them, experience the challenges they endure and be with them when they
come out on the other side.
Blurb:
Disgraced…
Lilly
Talbot never imagined she would be starting her life over again. Losing her
good name for something she didn’t do has driven her to move into an old lake
house she inherited in Vermont. Upon arrival, she is shocked. Half the roof is
about to slide into Lake Champlain. Even more upsetting, the man who can fix it
will only agree if she trades him room and board for his labor. What will the
good people of Haley think of her sharing a house with the handsome bachelor?
A
man with a past…
Connor
“Mac” McQueen, once one of the infamous Whiz Kids of Wall Street, spent three
years in prison for insider trading. Only one thing sustained him during his
time inside, the thought of owning Point Cottage, a home he’d fallen in love
with years ago. He plans to turn the house into a stunning showcase for his
eco-friendly home construction business.
Secrets
and lies…
Now
someone’s trying to drive Lilly from her home. Is it someone from her past? Mac
has secrets of his own-- that could ruin lives if revealed. But if Lilly and
Mac are to have a future together they must first delve into the past for
answers and accept some difficult truths about each other. Only then, will they
know if true love is in their hearts.
Excerpt:
Mac reached around her and saved the project under a new
file, "Lilly's stuff," then he pulled her chair away from the table.
"Come on, I'll smooth out your pretty little neck and shoulders in no
time."
Lilly didn't care if it was a line or not. She wanted to
feel his big hands on her. She let him pull her out of the chair and lead her
over to his delightfully soft leather couch. He sat down in the corner and put
her in front of him, his thick, muscled thighs on either side of her hips.
Beneath his strong grip, slide and release, she sank deeper into a soft, mellow
contentment.
After a few minutes of heavenly relaxation, Mac nuzzled her
ear. "Feel better?"
"You have no idea." She sighed. "Whatever you
do, please don't stop."
He offered up a deep, masculine chuckle. "Not even for
something that gives you more pleasure?"
Pleasure? The way the word rolled off Mac's tongue, it was
more of an invitation than a question.
Without waiting for her answer, Mac dropped warm kisses
along the sensitive skin of her neck and innocent—tender little kisses that
appeared to be heading in no particular direction, igniting nerves along the
way and blazing a path straight to her core. Mercy, she wanted more of the
pleasure Mac seemed ready to give.
She tipped her head towards him and his mouth closed over
hers. His strong arms turned her around until she was sitting on his lap,
facing him. In the process her breasts brushed against his broad chest, and
every nerve within her went on full alert. Had she ever actually sat on a man's
lap before, other than maybe, Santa Claus’s? Desire, dormant for far too long,
awakened, and Lilly's breath caught as a slow burn kindled inside her. For the
first time in forever, need and want filled her, crowding out any cautionary
thought.
Mac's large, calloused hands gently captured her face then
plowed through her hair, freeing it from her ponytail. Pulling her towards him,
his mouth played over hers before thrusting his tongue inside and taking full
possession. There was no detail of him that escaped Lilly's notice—the graze of
his five o'clock shadow against her tender skin, his spicy masculine scent and
the sexy growl he made when her tongue finally tangled with his. She wanted him
to roll her beneath him, to feel the full force of him surrounding her and
filling her.
Her breath came in short, hot pants. Hindered by her
bandages, her frustration grew at not being able to touch him, to feel his
powerful shoulders and muscular chest. Instead, she settled for sliding her
hands around his neck and drawing him even closer. To her surprise, Mac pulled
back.
One of his big hands cupped her chin. "There is nothing
I'd rather do than take you to bed, this minute. But, you've suffered a trauma
and you're vulnerable right now."
It took a few seconds for Mac's words to filter through her
R-rated thoughts. He was backing off? He could just push her away like that
when he was the one who started kissing her?
His blue eyes bored into hers. "Make no mistake, baby
girl. I'm going to take you to bed and soon. Can’t wait to do all the things
with you I’ve been dreaming about."
"Oh." Her voice dripped with disappointment and
disbelief. Soon? Well, that didn’t exactly help her out now, did it? He’d
brought out all of these feelings and desires and she was supposed to turn them
off? Even though “soon” wasn’t a rejection, it still felt like one. She removed
her arms from Mac's shoulders and squirmed out of his lap, taking a smug few seconds
to note his rock hard condition upon which she'd been sitting.
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7 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
Another great excerpt. I really want to read this story.
great excerpt and I liked the cover too
I am a sucker for a second chance story, thanks for sharing
My apologies for coming late to the party. Thank you so much for having me on your blog today.
Shannon,
I love them, too. The stakes are so much higher for those men and women who have to take another risk after a failed marriage or relationship.
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