by Mari Carr
“It was the same way with your father, lass. The second Riley let him know she was ready to settle down in marriage, he dragged her off to the Elvis Chapel and made it official.”
“Mom tells it a little differently. Says she was drunk and doesn’t remember the wedding at all.”
“Perhaps not the first one,” Pop Pop said with a chuckle. “But it only took him a few days to convince her to repeat those vows again…sober.”
Landon shook his head, even though he’d heard the story countless times before. “Only in your family, Sunnie.”
“Your family now too, Landon,” Pop Pop reminded him. “Looks like you managed to get your wish. Let me show you both something.”
Pop Pop had a wall of photographs, each frame holding a picture of one of his children or grandchildren. Every member of the family was represented. He pointed to Sunnie’s spot…and she laughed when she saw her new photo.
“How on earth?” she asked.
“Your friend Miguel helped me with that,” Pop Pop confessed. “Said he could take a picture from the video—I had no idea that was possible! Then he did some sort of trick with his computer where he brightened it up. Looks good, doesn’t it?”
Pop Pop had gotten Miguel to freeze-frame that perfect moment, right after their viral kiss, when Landon looked at her as if she hung the moon.
“Sunnie,” Landon said, studying it closely. “Your face.”
No one had ever mentioned the way she was looking at him before now. It was always his expression that was remarked on.
“That’s why I asked for the photo, son,” Pop Pop said. “See how she’s looking at you?”
Sunnie crossed her arms, pretending to be annoyed with her fiancé. “So what you’re saying is…even though you watched that video a thousand times, you were only looking at yourself? Typical,” she teased.
Landon wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing her on the cheek. “Couldn’t help it. My ass looks damn fine in that video.”
Pop Pop chuckled. “In those romantic movies, they always have to wait until the end for their happily ever after. It seems to me the two of you found it right at the beginning.”
Sunnie kissed her grandfather on the cheek. “You’re as mushy-gushy as Landon.”
“You kept your promise to me, lass. Found the man who loves you for the sunshine and happiness you bring. And, Landon,” Pop Pop said, “Sunnie found a way to give you your wish as well. You’re officially a Collins now. It’s the perfect ending.”
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July Flames
He’s going from military hero to bodyguard? Well, that might not be so bad. The money will be good anyway. But then Fergus meets the woman he’s hired to protect. A former teen pop star? Please God, no.
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After being taken advantage of repeatedly through her career, the music diva is used to pushing people away. But her sexy bodyguard’s need for control is eventually impossible to resist. Who is she to fight when he insists on being much closer than arm’s length?
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And keeping the sexy hero close isn’t such a bad idea, considering she’s got a stalker.
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Excerpt:
“I’m giving you one more chance to stop this right here. If you keep acting like this, you’re going to find out exactly what happens to bratty little girls who don’t do as they’re told.”
Yes.
She went for the throat and rolled her eyes. “Are we done here?” she asked, pretending to fight a yawn.
Fergus smiled, if she could call it that. A pack of starving wolves probably bared less teeth and looked less dangerous.
His grip on her upper arm tightened as he leaned toward her and gave her the kiss of the century. Fergus dropped all pretense of restraint, the “perfect gentleman” he’d been last night vanishing into thin air.
He pressed her lips apart, his tongue thrusting in deep. He released her arm, opting instead to hold her mouth still by her hair. His fist closed around her ponytail, pulling it until she gasped, her scalp stinging.
His other hand ventured to her throat, his large palm engulfing it from behind, his fingertips resting over her racing pulse.
Everything he did screamed of power, control. If anyone else were touching her this way, she would have been terrified.
With Fergus, she only wanted more.
He kissed her long and deep, Aubrey awash in the sensations. She tried to shift closer to him, wanting to feel more of him.
Fergus understood. He released her lips for only a moment. “Open your legs.”
She complied and he thrust his knee between them, pressing firmly against her center. She responded like a bitch in heat, dry humping it in hopes of finding some sort of relief.
“Need you,” she murmured against his lips.
Fergus pulled away from her, shaking his head. “Tough. Bad girls don’t get rewards. They get punished.”
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About the Author
Writing a book was number one on Mari Carr’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Too many years later, her computer is jammed full of stories — novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends, and she has nearly a hundred published works, including her popular Wild Irish and Compass books, along with the Trinity Masters series she writes with Lila Dubois.
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Virginia native Mari Carr is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller of contemporary erotic romance novels. With over one million copies of her books sold, Mari was the winner of the Romance Writers of America’s Passionate Plume award for her novella, Erotic Research.
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