Irritation

September 10, 2014

“So you had another nightmare last night,” Dr. James said to her. He had told her to call him by his first name. Calling him Ed Santini Book 6just didn’t seem right.

“I have lots of nightmares.”

He said nothing, staring at her with those patient puppy dog eyes that were so much like Charlie’s. Some days it soothed her. Today, it irritated the hell out of her.

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    HOMETOWN HEROES!

    September 3, 2014

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    Have I got a deal for you! SIXTEEN books, including A Little Harmless Sex, all for 1.99! And to make it better, we are giving all the profits to Pets for Vets!

    It is on PREORDER on Amazon and will be available everywhere on September 30th!

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    Presenting a contemporary romance bundle of 16 novels with happily-ever-after endings, including previously published readers’ favorites and brand-new material.

    They’re all hometown heroes, guys from small towns who’ve made a name for themselves, big or small, who’ve withstood the odds and risen to the challenge, who are heroes in their own right.

    A LITTLE HARMLESS SEX by USA Today author Melissa Schroeder–When Anna falls for her best friend Max, it might be true love, or the biggest mistake of her life.

    CHANGE THE GAME by USA Today author Lucy Monroe–Alex is looking for revenge. Isabel is looking for a relationship without those pesky things called emotions. Neither will get what they’re looking for, but a whole lot more!

    WILD RIDE (Changing Gears, Book 1) by USA Today author Nancy Warren–Trouble is piling up in the small town of Swiftcurrent, Oregon with hints of a treasure missing since WWII, a motorcycle riding bad boy history prof, a sexy librarian and a murder. It all adds up to a very Wild Ride.

    HEARTBREAK ON A STICK by USA Today and New York Times author Sabrina York–When the man who broke her heart ten years ago suddenly returns to town–a hot shot movie star–Gina Fox is determined to avoid him. But for some reason, Jason Sherwood is pursuing her again.

    MADRONA SUNSET by bestselling author Jami Davenport–Meet a wounded warrior suffering from paralyzing guilt and woman pining for her dead husband–both damaged souls craving comfort for a moment or a lifetime.

    BRACE FOR IMPACT by bestselling author Allie K. Adams–Bush pilot Reid Cavanaugh’s life is turned upside down when he takes a fare that ends up driving his plane into the ground and him into the danger surrounding her.

    HONORABLE SACRIFICE by bestselling author Destiny Blaine–Hired to protect an affluent family with embarrassing secrets, Audra McAllister reconnects with a small-town hero willing to risk everything to win Audra’s heart.

    SHE’S WORTH IT ALL by bestselling author Cathryn Cade–Mase Barnett is a hometown hero with a secret. Natalie Cusco has a broken heart only a strong man can heal. Will this wounded hero risk everything to show her she’s worth it all?

    DECEIVING DANTE by award-winning author Kate Davies–A stolen car on her front lawn. A sexy cop – looking to arrest her favorite student. A principal ready to fire her. Could Ellie’s Monday get any worse?

    ROCK, RATTLE AND ROLL by USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn and bestselling author Taryn Elliott–A beachfront cottage, hours of alone time, and plenty of skin-on-skin action is just what the rock star and his new wife ordered–until the future comes much quicker than they expected.

    GRAVE DANGER by Golden Heart finalist Rachel Grant–An archaeologist digs up a murder victim in a Northwest archaeological site and must help the hunky local police chief solve the crime before she becomes the next victim.

    TURNING THIRTY-TWELVE by award-winning author Sandy James–Jackie Delgado didn’t want a new man in her life until a dreaded blind date with detective Mark Brennan turns out to be more exciting than she’d ever imagined.

    HIS ONLY DESIRE by Adrianne Lee– Nick Rossetti married the wrong twin sister. Will the right one ever forgive him? Not if her stalker has his way.

    EVEN HEROES CRY by Hildie McQueen–War widow Tesha Washington slowly draws Adam Ford out of the shell that used to be a man, and learns there really is such a thing as starting over.

    THE VIXEN & THE VET by bestselling author Katy Regnery–In a Beauty & the Beast reboot, an ambitious reporter tracks down a wounded war vet for a scoop and ends up falling in love with him instead.

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      To Hell With It…

      August 23, 2014

      How about a little sexy scene from Logan? This takes place after Meg and Maggie christen their first night in Paris with a little bit of wine drinking, lol.

      LOGAN

      Coming Tuesday

      “Now, let’s get me to bed, shall we,” she said.

      LoganShe wobbled a bit, but righted herself as she made her way out the room. He followed behind her, worried that she wouldn’t be able to make it up the stairs.

      Of course, it was the worst position to be in, he thought. At least the t-shirt covered her ass, which frustrated him too. He kept getting quick glimpses of black silky material each time she gained a stair. And each time he had to resist pressing his hands against her rounded ass.

      She lost her balance and fell back against him. He kept them both from falling down the stairs by grabbing her by the waist.

      “Oh, my,” she said, her voice breathless as if in anticipation.

      He ground his teeth and righted her. She was drunk and no matter that they had kissed the night before, he would not take advantage of her.

      Meg turned and flashed a smile at him. “Thanks.”

      He felt the power of that single look to the depths of his soul. Was this what men felt like when she sang? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Knowing she could do this to men with just the sound of her voice made everything somehow worse. He finally got her to her room. She almost tripped over the threshold, and he had to catch her again.

      He righted her and she turned to face him. She was smiling at him, those dark brown eyes sparkling up at him, and again he felt that power, the sexual lure she held over him. But there was something else, something that called to him, pulled at him, made him think he would never be able to let her go.

      “Thank you for the escort, your highness”

      He would normally correct her, but he liked her teasing. “You’re welcome, wench.”

      They stood there for a few long silent seconds.

      “Oh, to hell with it,” she said. Before he could translate what she meant, she jumped into his arms and kissed him.

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        Logan-First Look

        August 23, 2014

        Not really the first look, but the whole first chapter. I was running a little behind the last few weeks because of some personal issues and forgot to get this to Wax:)

        LoganLOGAN

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        Her soft hands roamed over his body, as the scents of honeysuckle surrounded him and filled his every sense. She was killing him in the most wonderful way. Her tongue slipped over his flesh, following the path her hands had just taken. Logan’s blood heated. His cock hardened as her mouth drew closer.

        BAM! BAM! BAM!

        Logan groaned, then pulled one of his pillows over his head, and ignored the knocking at the door. It was too fucking early to get out of bed. Anyone who knew him well—and that included just about everyone in the house—knew not to wake him up. Thankfully, blessed silence returned and he started to drift again. Just as he was about to fall asleep again, the sound started up once more. He shoved the pillow aside and scowled in the direction of the door. He looked at the heavy curtains and saw no sun peeking through them.

        He refused to deal with anyone this time of day. The knocking seemed to dissolve, and Logan buried his head again. He wasn’t in the mood to face the day. Not after the night he’d had. There were dreams, then there were dreamscapes. He had always had vivid dreams, filled with premonitions or visions of what he would paint.

        Lately, he’d had no control whatsoever and he seemed obsessed with just one set of dreams. These had centered on one very sexy, Southern Belle. Meghan Campbell had come to them in their time of need just a few months earlier and had yet to leave. Since she had arrived at the McLennan household, she’d been creeping into his dreams. At first, they had been simple enough, innocent even. After last night, there was no doubt in his mind what he actually wanted from the witch. Her voice had wrapped around him, much like the smell of magnolias, and each night the dreams became more and more vivid. There were times when Logan wondered what was reality and what was imagination. They were bleeding into each other and left him feeling slightly off-centered.

        The images still played through his head and were the most erotic visions he’d ever had. He had dreamed a lot over the last few centuries.

        The door creaked open slowly, and small feet padded across the floor. Normally, he would rise in case of attack. This morning, he just didn’t give a bloody damn.

        “Sir Logan, are you awake yet?”

        Bloody hell, Jack. Maggie’s little boy was a joy most of the time, but he kept the worst hours.

        “No.”

        There was a pause. “But you just answered me.”

        He sighed. Jack was very literal and rarely understood a joke. Knowing there was no way to avoid the boy, he opened one eye and bit back a curse. Jack had his face level with Logan’s and very close.

        “Where are your parents?”

        “Their door is locked. Angus said never to open the door if it’s locked.”

        “Ah.” Of course his brother said that. Since marrying Maggie in a small ceremony last month, they’d been fornicating like rabbits. Considering Jack’s abilities, there was a good chance he could open that door without much trouble. And, that is how he ended up in Logan’s room. He would beat the hell out of his brother later.

        “Have you had any breakfast?”

        “No.” He kept staring at him in that way only Jack had. It was unnerving.

        “Is there something you need?”

        “I had a dream.”

        Logan might be two centuries old, but he didn’t know how to deal with children. It wasn’t his fault. They rarely had a chance to interact with them. But their lives were changing. First Jack had come to them with Maggie and now, Phoebe was pregnant.

        As the boy continued to stare at him, Logan realized he expected Logan to help. “Were you scared?”

        “A bit. I don’t like admitting that, but I do get scared sometimes.” Jack whispered the words, as if he were ashamed of it. Logan might be an old man, but he still remembered the shame felt because of the fear.

        “There’s nothing wrong with admitting that, Jack. Everyone is afraid at some point.”

        “Even you?”

        He nodded.

        “Even Callum?”

        Apparently Callum ranked higher in Jack’s standards of heroes. Since his cousin had almost died at Culloden, that was easy to accept.

        “Even stodgy old Callum.”

        Jack sighed. His entire body relaxed and relief moved over his expressive face. “Good.”

        Then Jack said nothing else. He did continue to stare at Logan with that perceptive gaze. It was enough to make Logan nervous.

        “Was there anything else?”

        Jack shook his head. “Are you hungry?”

        He chuckled. “Always. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.”

        Jack continued staring at him, and Logan realized he wasn’t going to leave. There was never any rest for the wicked. He slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

        “Why don’t you wear clothes to bed, Sir Logan?”

        “I doona like the feeling.”

        “Oh. Okay. I guess you all sleep naked. Angus never seems to have any clothes on when he’s in his bedroom.”

        “I just bet,” Logan murmured, as he walked to the bathroom. “I’ll be out in just a few minutes.”

        Jack nodded, and looked at the chair beside the bed.

        “Go on, make yourself at home, Jack.”

        Jack smiled as Logan stepped into the bathroom. The boy was still timid around all of them, but he was getting better. Time spent in the company of four grown men gave him some more confidence, as did his mother regaining her powers.

        And hopefully, that would help them with what was about to come—whatever that was.

        He shook away his worries and decided to get on with the day. Starting out this early would allow him free time to draw in the afternoon. Or nap. Napping was always good.

        *  *  *  *

        Meghan drew in a deep breath and sighed with appreciation. One of the many things she loved about living with the McLennans was the food. They always ate well and, for a girl who had a healthy appetite, it was a beautiful thing.

        With all the newly married people in the house, she often had the room to herself for at least thirty minutes. It gave her time to reflect on the day and gear up for the day. When dealing with five immortal Scots, four of them very sexy, overbearing men, she needed to prepare. Especially when dealing with one in particular. It was the same one who had teased her senses and invaded her thoughts during the day. For a witch who had worked con jobs from the cradle, she rarely had this problem. Having a man interfere with her concentration wasn’t a good thing.

        Meg brushed away those thoughts and filled her plate with sausages, eggs, scones and her favorite, Devonshire cream. Since returning to the UK, she’d indulged in her favorite treat a bit too often, but Meghan didn’t care. If there was one thing her father had taught her, it was to live in the moment.

        She heard the sound of feet down the hall, and knew her morning solitude was about to be broken. When Jack slid into the room laughing, she smiled in reaction, until she saw his companion.

        Logan.

        The man brought about too many feelings to count. Dealing with him on half a cup of coffee was just not fair. And of course, he looked amazing. All that messy hair, his bedroom eyes, and the stubble he hadn’t shaved away…how was a woman supposed to ignore all that beauty?

        “Morning, Miss Meghan. How are you this morning?” Jack asked, drawing her attention away from Logan.

        “I’m very fine indeed, Sir Jack.”

        He giggled like he always did. “I am not a sir.”

        She widened her eyes. “But you are the son of Angus, are you not?”

        His smile grew. “I am.”

        She looked up at Logan. “Good morning.”

        “That’s your opinion,” he mumbled, as he headed for the coffee. It was out of character for the artist. He’d always seemed to be in a good mood, until the last few days.

        “Did you wake Logan?” she asked Jack.

        “Yes, but I needed to wake him. I had a dream,” he said, sounding more like the solemn boy Maggie had told her about. She had not seen much of that boy since she had moved in, but every now and then, he would look too serious for such a young boy.

        “Oh, don’t you know not to let dreams bother you?” she asked.

        “Some of Jack’s dreams are premonitions,” Logan said, as he placed his coffee at the head of the table. Where she liked to sit. Bugger.

        “I understand. But, if they are premonitions, there is nothing we can do about it now. Worrying about it will not stop what is destined to happen.” Meg knew that better than anyone, and had paid a steep price. She returned her attention to Jack. “So, Sir Jack, what would you like for breakfast?”

        “I can get my own,” he announced.

        Logan, for his part, had prowled over to the sideboard to get himself some food. As she had thought before, he hadn’t been what she would have pegged as a stereotypical artist. He had the look. But, his temperament had been one of…well, a normal, every day person. Artists, and she had dealt with more than one in her day, tended to be moody and…well, more trouble than they were worth.  Meg didn’t like moody men. She liked them to be happy and somewhat needy, because that’s how she had earned her living for so long.

        Still, it was hard to ignore the way he moved, or those long, artist’s fingers. She could just imagine what he could do with those talented fingers. Lord, to feel them dance over her flesh—

        Jack made a sound, and he was looking at her strangely. Oh, bugger. The boy could definitely read thoughts from time to time.

        “What else is on your mind this morning, Jack?” she asked, as she sipped on her coffee.

        He shrugged as he sat down at the table, and started to eat his bacon. He chewed for a few seconds, then said, “Did you know that Logan sleeps without any clothes on?”

        She choked, spewing a bit of her coffee. Retrieving a napkin, she dabbed at her mouth. “Does he indeed?”

        “Spilling all my secrets, Jack?” Logan asked.

        “I didn’t know it was a secret. You have to tell me. Besides, Miss Meghan was thinking about—”

        “Never mind about that, Jack. Get to eating,” she ordered, hoping Logan didn’t notice her blush.

        Jack smiled and dug into his breakfast. He was small for his age, but the boy had a massive appetite, one she could understand.

        “So, you tend to sleep later, Logan?” she asked.

        “No. I’ve been hit with the same affliction as Master Jack here.”

        “Dreams?” she asked.

        He nodded, his cool green gaze locked on hers. Suddenly, her pulse scrambled and she found it hard to swallow. Her entire body felt as if it had been set ablaze.

        “It’s because you are the next of the five. It’s your turn,” Jack said, breaking the spell.

        She looked at the boy again and studied him. He continued to eat as if he hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary. One of the five. She had heard the term, understood sort of what they were talking about, but she had tried not to be too nosey. If it was one thing Meg understood it was a person had a right to their secrets. She assumed they would tell her when she needed to know.

        Logan said nothing, as he continued to eat, but he did nod. Meg hated silences, hated the long pauses that others seemed to have no trouble dealing with. It always seemed like bad things followed those long silences.

        “Good morning, everyone,” Angus said, as he walked into the room. “I’m famished.”

        “I just bet you are,” Logan said.

        “Where’s Mum?”

        “She’s taking a shower,” Angus said, as he leaned down and whispered in Jack’s ear. The boy laughed.

        “Sorry if he woke you up, Meg.”

        She shook her head. “No problem, but he didn’t wake me up. He woke Logan up.”

        Logan grunted, as he continued to eat. Really, the man was in a mood today.

        “I’ve always been an early riser,” she said, as Angus grabbed something to eat. “It’s part of the job.”

        Logan eyed her. “Part of the job? So, grifting forced you to get up early?”

        She smiled, completely at ease with her checkered past. Unless she was on the job, she never tried to hide who she was. “You never know if you need to get out of town, so it’s just best you get up early. Or, so said my father.”

        In fact, it was one of the last things he ever said to her before he was murdered.

        She pushed those thoughts away and smiled at Jack. He was studying her as if, once again, he was reading her thoughts. Reaching over, he patted her hand. Her heart turned over at the simple gesture. She smiled at him.

        “So, Jack, what’s on your schedule today?”

         

         

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