Hello Awesome Readers,
I would have loved to pen an amazing post here today, but I’m going off the cuff. As you probably guessed, I’ve been down with the flu. I tried to pretend it was a mild cold. That I was just tired from late nights watching Breaking Bad marathons.
But no, it was the flu. I called for hot cowboys to bring me soup and hot cocoa. None came, so I had to write them (I am on deadline, after all). Cowboys always warm me and deliver the escape I need. I’m sure you feel the same.
But I’ll let you in on a secret. Cowboys aren’t the only hot, hardworking men who pull my chain. I’ll leave you with an excerpt of my upcoming March 31 release Fevered Hearts, featuring 2 hot loggers.
When faced with a challenge, it’s best to pool your resources.
Liam Mattson used to play his wife’s body like a fine violin. Until a logging accident dampened his fine motor skills and rendered his legs—and the most important part of his below-the-waist playground—useless.
If only Liam would throw himself into therapy with the same vigor he used to throw her into bed, Ivy is sure he’d fully recover. But lately she’s felt adrift, while he’s stuck in self-pity and pre-occupation with a serious threat to his logging business.
When Ward Bose returns from the backwoods, Liam isn’t blind to the heated, guilty glances between his best friend and his wife. And he takes a step he never could have taken if his legs were working—ask Ward to service Ivy in bed.
The moment the three come together, Ward’s heartstrings are tied in knots, and Liam holds them in his fist. But secrets they’re each keeping could tear them all apart…unless they can find a way to share their burdens as easily as they share their love.
Warning: Men who wield big saws know how to take care of business—in bed and out.
Excerpt of Fevered Hearts:
Lord Jesus, these men were trying to kill her.
Ivy stopped dead in her tracks, half in the front door, as she set eyes on the big shoulders in her living room. Liam was kicked back on the sofa, as ruggedly beautiful as the day she’d met him, and Ward Bose was with him. Every hunky inch taking over their recliner.
They both looked up at her not-so-elegant entrance.
“Ivy.” The sound of her name falling from her husband’s lips after so long caused a shiver to snake down her spine. It kept going, sinking deep between her legs.
Ward stood to greet her. “Hi. We sort of met the other night at Juls’ house. I’m Ward.”
She looked over his shoulder at the photograph of him and Liam on the mantel. If he had the face and body of a Greek god in that picture, she didn’t know what she’d call him now. There were no words.
Extending her hand, she met his. Palm to rough palm. Heat shot through her arm and into her shoulder. From the side, she felt Liam’s heavy stare on her. She fought to control her reaction to Ward. What she was feeling was wrong.
Still, those sparks of awareness felt good. It had been too long.
“I’m Ivy. We haven’t met, but I feel as if I know you already.” She attempted a smile but was afraid it barely passed as a grimace.
Ward’s blue eyes sent sparks to her belly. If Liam turned a similar look on her, she’d come on the spot without anyone touching her.
She pulled her hand free of Ward’s and turned to her husband. She wrapped an arm around his solid shoulders and brushed her lips over his as she did several times a day. But she’d long ago given up hope that he’d kiss her back. She was always met with his slack lips and bland expression. This time was no different.
When she shifted away from him, he caught her around the nape. Held her there.
She stopped breathing. Up close, his gaze drilled into hers. Was it accusing? Did he realize her nipples had bunched up at the touch of Ward’s hand? That just the sound of her name on Liam’s lips had made her instantly wet?
Liam’s breath washed over her face, smelling of beer and a trace of mint.
Her heart hitched. “Liam…” Her low voice wobbled.
He released her.
Straightening, she smoothed down her skirt in an attempt to regain composure in front of company. But her mind was spinning. She wanted to ask Liam what the hell that was. Part of her was angry that he’d finally chosen the time Ward was present to touch her, when she’d been begging for him to do so for months.
Was it some kind of alpha male display? Chest-thumping, she’s mine?
Fevered Hearts available for preorder
Thanks for reading!
~hardworking heroes–in bed and out~