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Once upon a time Mackenzie Phillips thought she’d found her happily
ever after. She had married her high school sweetheart and had started her perfect family. But one
tragic night Mac’s perfect life was ripped away fro
m her, leaving her beautiful fairy tale existence i
n
ruins.When everything worth living for is suddenly taken from you, how do you keep going? People told her how lucky she was just to be alive after that night, but she didn’t agree.
Years passed with Mac living in a fog, until another unfortunate turn of events placed her world on its head once again. Now , still carrying the tender wounds of her past, this widow has to face the realities of life again.
Broken and truly alone, she must find work. In walks her new employer, Dean Johnson, a guy who is just broken enough himself, that she thinks he might actually be able to understand her. But Mac soon discovers that that bond with Dean may instead force her to face demons she isn’t yet ready to deal with.
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Excerpt:
I glance in, but the box is dark inside all of the
tissue paper. My hands retrieve the first item.
“Buckeyes!” I exclaim.
“I can see why she’s your best friend.” Dean leans
on one elbow, watching me explore the contents one
by one.
I reach in, continuing to pull out items—a black hair scarf with cherries, a pair of earrings from one
of my
favorite local jewelry designers in Cincinnati, Abbi Glines’s newest steamy romance. My cheeks go hot
as
Dean sees the cover, lifting his eyebrows.
“Well, I think that’s it,” I say, lifting the box,
the sound of something shifting inside catching my
attention. “Oh, there’s something else.”
I reach in, and as I do, I can feel Dean’s eyes locked on me. I feel something long and cool slip into
my
hand. Locking my fingers around it, I let the box f
all away. Instantly, I see Dean straighten up, a half-
cocked grin on his face.
Much to my horror, I look down to see a pink rubber
penis-shaped device in my hand. I freeze, but my
cheeks are on fire. All I can think about is the different ways I am going to torture Monica before I
kill
her.
“I can explain,” I begin. I’ll tell him she’s crazy
—like actually certifiable.
He’s still grinning at me as he gives me a slight nod. He closes the gap between us even more.
“You know, I can help with that,” he offers, and I
can’t help but wonder if he’s serious, or perhaps
maybe I’m wishing.
“You think I’m that easy?” I hit the ball squarely
back to him. I consider licking my lips, but worry
that
may be over the top. I’m looking directly at him, and damn, he’s incredible.
“A guy can hope.” He pauses, playfully lifting an eyebrow. “Can’t he?”
I grin. In fact, I can’t do anything but grin. He moves closer, and I glance down, realizing I’m still
holding
the device. My breath hitches, but he still moves c
loser. He’s facing me, never moving those gorgeous
blue eyes away from me. He slides his arm around my
waist, and as he presses himself against me, I’m
sure I can feel an erection. This surprises me, and
my hand releases the dildo, which falls to the floor
with a thud.
“What’s wrong? Can’t contain your excitement around
me?” he whispers, his breath warm on my neck,
just below my ear.
My mouth is watering, my heartbeat quickens, and my
head is now spinning. I pull back, the distance
giving me a slight bit of clarity. The idea of this
kind of pleasure is tempting. The bulge in his jeans tells
me he is interested.
In an attempt to casually conceal the pink rubber s
haft, I use the toe of my platform sandals to kick
it
under a nearby chair. Dean cocks a brow, his face shifts, and he laughs softly.
“What?” I shrug innocently.
“Did you just kick a dick under a chair?” He’s still laughing.
“Watch it, or I might make a habit of it.”
“Ouch,” he hisses, then winces, grabbing himself as
if he were imagining the attack.
My eyes dart past his shoulder, where Storm is coming up the stairs. She has on her headphones, staring
at the face of her phone. I nod my head at Dean, indicating we’re no longer alone. I shift, moving to
walk
past him. He grabs my hip, pulling me into his grasp.
“We’ll continue this later,” he promises. He takes
my hand and leads me past Storm and out of the bus
without a word. I wonder if she can tell what had been transpiring from the look on my face.
As we move around the side of the bus, I feel his h
and shift to the small of my back. It’s like he knows all
the places to touch me to drive me absolutely insane.
About The Author:
Connect with Wendy Owens:
Wendy Owens is a writer, born in the small college
town, Oxford Ohio. After attending Miami University
,
Wendy went onto a career in the visual arts. After
several years of creating and selling her own artwork
she gave her first love, writing, a try. It’s become a passion ever since. Wendy now happily spends he
r
days writing the stories her characters guide her t
o tell, admitting even she doesn’t always know where
that might lead. Her first series, The Guardians, i
s a YA fantasy series about angel and human
hybrids.
Since then she has branched into NA Contemporary Romance and released titles to include Stubborn
Love, Only In Dreams, and Do Anything. Her next romance, The Luckiest is scheduled to be released in
July 2014.
When she’s not writing, this dog lover can be found
spending time with her tech geek husband, their
three amazing kids, and two pups. She loves to cook
and is a film fanatic.
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