Irresistible (10 page)

A tremor raced through her. She gazed into the eyes of the man she loved.

“Something wrong?”

“No. Everything is perfect, except for one thing.”

“What’s that?”

They started walking again.

“I spoke with Cameron while we were helping Mom prepare dinner. What would you say to her managing Duncan Publishing?”

This time it was he who halted. Even with dulled light, Sydney could see his jaws tighten. His brows bunched together.

“Hear me out before you get angry.” Resting her palms carefully on his chest, she felt the heave of his breathing, so she quickly added. “If she—we—are successful in running the house without you, then you would be free to pursue your career. Engineering.”

“What?” His eyes widened in what appeared to be disbelief. For a moment he didn’t speak. His voice softened. “You and Cameron would do this for me?”

On tiptoes Sydney brushed her lips across his. “We would do anything for your happiness.”

“Yes!” He pumped his fist through the air.

His abrupt outburst startled her, but she quickly recovered, laughing. As he jerked her off her feet and spun her around and around, a squeal squeezed from her diaphragm.

“Stop it.” She closed her eyes with a smile on her face. “You’re making me dizzy.”

Slowly Sydney slid down his firm body. Her eyes opened to meet his and her breath caught at the love she saw reflecting back at her.

“I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive. Promise.”

“You already have. Take me home, Sean.”

About the Author

A taste of the erotic, a measure of daring and a hint of laughter describe Mackenzie McKade’s novels. She sizzles the pages with scorching sex, fantasy and deep emotion that will touch you and keep you immersed until the end. Whether her stories are contemporaries, futuristics or fantasies, this Arizona native thrives on giving you the ultimate erotic adventure.

When not traveling through her vivid imagination, she’s spending time with three beautiful daughters, three devilishly handsome grandsons and the man of her dreams. She loves to write, enjoys reading and can’t wait ’til summer. Boating and jet skiing are top on her list of activities. Add to that laughter and if mischief is in order—Mackenzie’s your gal!

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Look for these titles by Mackenzie McKade

Now Available:

Six Feet Under

Fallon’s Revenge

A Warrior’s Witch

Lisa’s Gift

Lost but not Forgotten

Second Chance Christmas

Black Widow

Merry Christmas, Paige

Blue Moon

Ties That Bind

Bound for the Holidays

Bound by the Past

Bound by Desire

Wild Oats

Take Me

Take Me Again

Things aren’t always what they seem…and that can be a really good thing.

Blue Moon

© 2011 Mackenzie McKade

Two years ago Samantha Dawson had everything she wanted—a close family, a promising career, and a man she loved. Until the night before her oldest sister’s wedding, a night of celebration and too much alcohol that tore her world apart. Devastated, she fled Oregon for Phoenix.

Now she’s home for her little sister’s wedding, and just her luck, the best man is her ex-boyfriend. Worse, no one involved in that fateful night seems to want to let the past die an ugly death.

Kyle Ackland has no memory of the events that destroyed his life, but he’ll never forget the woman who set his body on fire. Sam’s emotional barriers are as solid as the Cascade Mountains, but he’s determined to chip them away one sensual kiss at a time.

Yet even if he succeeds, what’s left of their love could crumble under the weight of past sins…and present secrets.

Warning: Contains betrayal, lies, and reacquainted love that sizzles the words right off the page.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Blue Moon:

Wakefulness came with a price.

Sam’s temples throbbed. Her head felt as if it would explode at any moment. Smacking her lips, she badly needed a drink of something. Her mouth was so dry she doubted a gallon of water could satisfy her.

What the hell happened last night?

She squinted. Before the ray of sunlight spearing through the slit in her bedroom curtains could blind her, she pinched her eyelids closed. In the quiet darkness that followed it felt as if the room was spinning. But it couldn’t be. She lay flat on her stomach. Her face buried in a pillow. What she couldn’t quite make out was what was she lying on. While she mentally shook off the lingering effects of slumber, she squirmed against the hard and unyielding object, seeking comfort.

“Baby, if you keep moving like that I swear I’ll roll you over and have my way with you again.” The deep, sultry voice made the air in her lungs freeze.

No. No. No
. Please let her be asleep, caught in some horrible dream like all the others that plagued her night after night.

Better judgment told her to remain silent, but she wasn’t one to follow her own advice. “Kyle?” she croaked.

A warm palm slid across her back and grasped an ass cheek, squeezing, and
something
stirred beneath her.

The action sent her hormones screaming. This was not a dream. It was real. Kyle was real. That
something
growing larger beneath her was real. Really. Really. Real. Gauging by the way his hips shifted and that
something
sinfully wedged itself between her thighs—her bare thighs to be exact—she was in trouble. In fact, she wore not a stitch of clothes and neither did he.

“Who’d you think it was?” His familiar chuckle sent a sense of dread slamming into the excitement her wayward body was hell-bent on experiencing.

With lightning speed, her pulse jumped and raced. Sam swallowed, but the cottony taste lingered, refusing to get past the golf ball-size knot in her throat. Afraid to open her eyes, she fought desperately to dismiss the obvious.

She did
not
sleep with Kyle last night. Her body was
not
warring with her mind to widen her legs. And the throb in her nipples was
not
a sign that she wanted him.

Scattered snippets of the night floated aimlessly in her head, but try as she might portions of the night remained missing, like how she got to her room. Then her dance, her conversation with Troy popped into her head.

Sam groaned aloud.

“You okay, Sam?” His large hand smoothed up her back, brushing away her hair as his fingertips danced across her skin. “Can I get you anything? A drink?”

Nooo… No more to drink.

A gun might be a better choice, because she couldn’t bear to open her eyes and face the mess she’d created. A shiver slithered across her skin. Was this how Kyle had felt that night? Had he really been too intoxicated to recognize the difference between her and Cathy? Her stomach rolled.

“Baby?”

“Please don’t call me that.” Inhaling a shaky breath, she opened her eyes, turned and stared directly into his crystal blue ones. His tousled hair, the sly, seductive smirk on his face, made her pause, but not for long. “This was a mistake.” She should have spoken to Cathy last night. Should have discovered the truth, before she let anything like this happen.

His hand tensed against her skin. His grin died a quick death. “The hell it was.” Several worry lines furrowed his forehead. “I wanted you. You wanted me.”

“I was drunk.” It was a poor excuse and she knew it the minute the stupid words left her mouth.

Kyle’s brows shot up so quickly they almost touched his hairline. “So drunk you don’t remember what happened? What? You have five, six, maybe seven glasses of champagne?”

Sam stopped counting after five.

He flashed her one of those how’s-it-feel-to-be-in-my-shoes looks. “You know, Sam, I had a hell of a lot more to drink that night.”

Both of them knew exactly what night he spoke of. And yes, she wanted to believe him, but first she had to speak with her sister.

Careful not to touch him any more than she had to, she climbed off his decadent body and the bed, dragging a pillow along with her. Using it like a shield before her, she inched her chin higher.

“You should leave, Kyle.”

“No. Please.” Muscles bunched, rippled beneath his sun-kissed skin as he moved across the bed and stood before her. “Sam, don’t push me away. Forget the past. Look at what we could have together.”

We would be married. Maybe even have a child.

His words rang in her ears. Of all the things for her to remember from their night together. The sob building in her throat nearly undid her. It didn’t help that the room smelled musky of sex, their coupling. Squeezing her lips together, an attempt to keep her emotions at bay, she shook her head.

“I can’t. Every time I close my eyes I see you with her,” she admitted. “I don’t want to live with that memory in my head each time I look at you.”

“Please, baby. Don’t do this to us.”

“You hurt me.” She couldn’t mask the trembling in her voice. Then the truth tumbled out. “I don’t know if I could ever trust you again.”

“But—”

Sam held up a hand, silencing him. “Don’t.” Couldn’t he see her heart was breaking? The weight inside her chest was suffocating. What happened last night only made things worse. This had been her fault. She had no one to blame but herself. “I can’t go through this again.”

Kyle reached for her. Before she could dodge his grasp, he jerked her to him. She slammed into his chest, knocking the pillow out of her hands. It dropped between them. Skin to skin, Sam stood on rubbery legs. He lowered his head. His lips were a breath away from hers and she almost melted. Almost.

“Please don’t kiss me.” It was a plea. Blinking back tears, she knew she wasn’t strong enough to resist him.

“Is that all it would take for you to be mine again?” The ruthlessness in his tone sent another shiver down her spine. He held her a little tighter, a little closer.

“Yes.” Even as she made the confession, something inside her died. Pride. What little she had left oozed out of her. There was no need to deny it. She still loved and hated him.

“I want you, Sam.” His abrupt release left her staggering. “But not at the price of your dignity.” Jaws clenching, he made a see-saw motion, before he spoke again. “When you come back to me it will be because you want to. I can’t apologize any longer for something I can’t remember. And I won’t live here anymore pretending like my life is okay.”

Backbone rigid, he stepped away from her and began to gather his clothes. The bed moaned beneath his weight as he sat, pushing one leg and then another into his pants before he fastened them. Not bothering with donning a shirt, he marched to the door and jerked it open. He took one more long look at her before slamming the door behind him.

Sam startled. Her pulse raced even faster.

The change in his demeanor left her speechless and cold, a chill that went bone deep.

She wants a piece of his rock. He needs her, rock steady, in his heart.

A Little Wild

© 2011 Kate St. James

Tess Sheridan won’t let anything stop her from making partner at a prestigious law firm, especially her notoriously soft heart. The result? She’s a handful of clients away from getting her name on that brass plate. And she hasn’t had sex in over a year.

When her best friend dares her to test-drive her erotic fantasies with a gorgeous stranger, she figures, why not? Loosening the reins will give her inner nympho some well-deserved pampering without jeopardizing her career goals.

Zach Halliday has enjoyed his bad-boy reputation to the fullest, but now it’s time to leave the relative safety of the family corporation and prove he can stand on his own in the business world. That doesn’t mean he’ll pass up an opportunity for some incredible phone sex with the beautiful strawberry blonde he met in a bar.

When business overlaps with the bedroom, Zach sees something special in Tess and is determined to convince her he’s the man she needs, anytime, anyplace. She can backpedal, but come hell or high-climbing-wall, he wants the fascinating, complicated sex bomb in his bed. Over and over again…
 

Warning: This book contains explicit, melt-your-panties sex (phone and otherwise), and inappropriate use of wild cherry ice cream. Insights on rejuvenating your own inner nympho may be inspired upon reading.