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, thi
s
widow has to face the realities of life again.
Broken and truly alon
e, she must find work. In walks her new employer,
Dean Johnson, a guy who is just broken enough himse
lf, that she thinks he might actually be able to
understand her. But Mac soon discovers that that bo
nd with Dean may instead force her to face demons
she isn’t yet ready to deal with.
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The Luckiest
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 ha
ir scarf with cherries, a pair of earrings from one
of my
favorite local jewelry designers in Cincinnati, Abb
i 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 loc
ked 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 ha
lf-
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 di
fferent 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 n
od. 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, a
nd damn, he’s incredible.
“A guy can hope.” He pauses, playfully lifting an e
yebrow. “Can’t he?”
I grin. In fact, I can’t do anything but grin. He m
oves 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 flo
or
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 jea
ns 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 s
hifts, and he laughs softly.
“What?” I shrug innocently.
“Did you just kick a dick under a chair?” He’s stil
l 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 comi
ng up the stairs. She has on her headphones, starin
g
at the face of her phone. I nod my head at Dean, in
dicating we’re no longer alone. I shift, moving to
walk
past him. He grabs my hip, pulling me into his gras
p.
“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 b
een 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 kno
ws all
the places to touch me to drive me absolutely insan
e.
About The Author:&nb
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Connect with Wendy O
wens:
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 artwo
rk
she gave her first love, writing, a try. It’s becom
e 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 wher
e
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 Ro
mance and released titles to include Stubborn
Love, Only In Dreams, and Do Anything. Her next rom
ance, 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.
First and foremost, I'm a wife to an amazing man, and mother to a 2 year old little boy. I love to read when I can find the time, my Kindle is my best friend. I've read tons and tons of books. One of my favorite authors is Diana Gabaldon, her Outlander series is absolutely amazing. I also really enjoy Charlaine Harris' True Blood series. I'll read anything supernatural, I've blown through most of the good YA series' that are out there. I think my love of reading really helped me branch out into writing.
