My family originally hailed from Ireland in the 1880’s. They landed on the east coast of Canada and
eventually migrated as far west as they could go. I guess the ocean was in their blood, as it
is in mine. Dad is turning ninety this
year, and years ago started a tradition of buying me a card each year to
celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. As you can
see, I have amassed quite a collection, which I proudly display each year. I get a little emotional when I think, one
year, there will no longer be a card in the mail from him.
Dad was always a big fan of my writing and Callie’s
Honor is his favorite of my stories. He
doesn’t really know what Bookbub is, but he was excited to hear they will be
featuring his favorite book on sale for .99 the day before St. Patrick’s
Day. Sounds like a good omen, wouldn’t
you say? Here’s an excerpt.
Rafe angled Callie's chair around till they faced
each other
and he had one knee on either side of her. "You don't
trust me, Callie. Now just why exactly is that?"
and he had one knee on either side of her. "You don't
trust me, Callie. Now just why exactly is that?"
Callie averted her gaze.
His free hand snaked between them.
Thumb and
fore- finger pinched her chin, turning her face back around to
his. "I expect an honest answer now."
his. "I expect an honest answer now."
Eyes steely, chin thrust forward, Callie met his gaze.
Her skin burned every place Rafe held her; "I don't
trust
any man."
any man."
She expected him to release her like a hot rock.
Instead, he took his time about it. Slowly his fingers
uncurled from around her wrist. Slower yet the fingers
imprisoning her face gentled, till their touch bordered on
a caress. "Why's that?"
uncurled from around her wrist. Slower yet the fingers
imprisoning her face gentled, till their touch bordered on
a caress. "Why's that?"
Feeling her
hands tremble slightly, she knotted them
in her lap, away from his gaze. "Never met a man yet who
gave me any reason to trust him. Including my pa and my
older brother."
in her lap, away from his gaze. "Never met a man yet who
gave me any reason to trust him. Including my pa and my
older brother."
"I
see." Rafe sat back in his chair and crossed his arms
over his chest. "In that case, apology accepted." He
extended his right hand toward her, leaving Callie little
choice but to slide her hand inside his. She was conscious
of the warmth of his skin, the callused, leathery feel of his
palm and fingertips. The sensations chased clear up her
arm in the most unsettling of ways.
over his chest. "In that case, apology accepted." He
extended his right hand toward her, leaving Callie little
choice but to slide her hand inside his. She was conscious
of the warmth of his skin, the callused, leathery feel of his
palm and fingertips. The sensations chased clear up her
arm in the most unsettling of ways.
He didn't let her go right away. Instead, he
raised her
hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on the spot where he'd
removed the sliver. Then he did something that caught
Callie totally off guard. He guided her wounded thumb
slowly to outline the contour of his lips, bottom and top.
hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on the spot where he'd
removed the sliver. Then he did something that caught
Callie totally off guard. He guided her wounded thumb
slowly to outline the contour of his lips, bottom and top.
Callie
felt as if melted wax spilled through her limbs in
a heated rush. Opening his lips, he pulled
a heated rush. Opening his lips, he pulled
her thumb just inside the hot moist cavity of his mouth
and
gave a slow gentle suck that she felt clear down to her
toes.
"Since you don't trust me, anyway,"
Rafe said, his
breath touching her forehead like steam rising from hot
water. "I guess it won't make much difference if I kiss
you."
breath touching her forehead like steam rising from hot
water. "I guess it won't make much difference if I kiss
you."
"Don't." The word barely escaped
from the tightened
muscles of her throat.
muscles of her throat.
With one finger beneath her chin he tilted
her face up
toward his. "Any woman smells this good, she needs kissing
if only as a thank you from the lucky man close
enough to notice. "
toward his. "Any woman smells this good, she needs kissing
if only as a thank you from the lucky man close
enough to notice. "
Callie trembled clear down inside her boots
as he lowered
his head to hers.
his head to hers.
In the meantime, I am working hard on a new American
Historical Romance series, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Hot off the press is the prequel, Before The Brides, free when you sign up
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If you’re already on my list, don’t worry, you will
receive an alert telling you how to download your very own copy.
In the meantime, don’t forget to enter our Luck O the Irish draw for your chance at
some really great prizes. Have a Happy
St. Patrick’s Day, and may your beer be as green as the money in your
pocket.



























