I’m excited to say that in just a few days (March 22) I’ll be releasing the first book in a new spin-off series of the Kinnison Legacy! NO STRINGS ATTACHED features Clay Saunders and Sally Andersen’s story and what a roller-coaster ride it is! She wants a baby. No rules. No commitments. NO STRINGS ATTACHED!
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To celebrate, I’m offering readers the chance to come visit End of the Line in the book that started it all–RUGGED HEARTS! From March 8-12, I’m offering at AMAZON exclusively for FREE!! Come on by for a visit! We think you’ll like it there!
Meantime, here’s a SNEAK PEEK at NO STRINGS ATTACHED:
As she reached the bottom step, she flipped on the porch light. Comforted that Rein had suggested the dead bolt and had put one on both the front and back door, she peeked out of the lace curtain covering the narrow beveled window along the side the front door. Standing on her porch, his hand braced against her door, looking at his feet, was Clay Saunders.
He glanced up, catching her gaze just before she stepped back. Her hand over her chest, Sally stood a moment trying to quell the sudden racing of her heart.
“Let me in, Sally,” his voice, low and steady, came through the two-inch thick, wooden door.
She swallowed, wondering if he’d closed down Dusty’s after leaving the restaurant. “Have you been drinking?” she asked, leaning against the door.
“Not a drop. Open up, we need to talk,” he leveled a response.
Chewing her lip, she debated the wisdom of opening the door—in particular, since she was fairly sure the faceless man in her sexy dream had been Clay.
“Sally, its damn cold out here,” he said. The screen door squeaked open.
She released a deep breath, released the deadbolt, unlocked the door, and stepped away as he pushed his way around the door.
“Shut the door,” he ordered, taking off his gloves and unzipping his coat. He hung his jacket beside hers on the shabby chic coat hanger she’d gotten last week on a whim at deep discount. The contrast between coats was intriguing, but not nearly as much as why he was standing in her foyer at two in the morning. He looked around and rubbed his hands together.
She pulled her gaze to his.
“Did you really mean what you said tonight?” He regarded her.
Oh shit. Sally swallowed and held his steady gaze. She’d been right. He’d rolled out of bed, tossed a T-shirt and jeans on and drove all the way into town—just to ask her if she’d been serious. “You mean the thing… about the p-proposition?”
He kept his eyes to hers as he reached out and bolted the door. “Yeah. The proposition.”
She darted a glance at the door. It wasn’t fear that caused her heart to feel like a thundering herd of wild horses. “What are you doing?” His eyes held hers as he closed the gap between them.
“Practicing. Auditioning.” He cupped her face with his hands. “Whatever you want to call it. Sorry, my hands are still cold.”
Until next time, kindness matters~
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