Showing posts with label Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

SING WE NOW OF CHRISTMAS by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

SING WE NOW OF CHRISTMAS by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

When Jessica Martin met Johnny Devereaux that December, holiday magic filled the air. But their love was no enchantment. He was without doubt the love of her life and by summer, they were happy newlyweds with their life and many more holidays ahead.

But when Johnny failed to return home from a fishing trip on the Fourth of July, Jessica's world was rocked to the foundation. When the authorities tell her that her husband is missing and presumed dead, Jessica refuses to believe it. As the months and seasons pass, no one holds out hope but Jessica believes.

She knows he'll be home for Christmas. Her family calls her crazy and Johnny's family tries to help her find closure but Jessica's heart refuses to surrender.

And when Christmas comes, the truth will shock them all.

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~Excerpt~

“I love you most of all, Johnny.”

His smile broadened into a full, high wattage grin. “Even better, honey, because I love you too, even more than I do fishin’.”

“Show me, Mr. Devereaux,” she told him, “then show me.”

So on the banks of Grand Lake O’ the Cherokees, he did. He wrapped his arms around her like a tight cocoon that shut the world and everything in it but the two of them. His embrace protected her from the cold wind that whooshed in from the water and he supported her as she leaned into him, comfortable and comforted. Johnny kissed her then, his lips teasing hers until they kindled from a slow warmth into fire, a sizzling, smoky flame of desire that consumed them both.

His kisses fused them together, body to body, and deeper still. Whatever connected them within, that went beyond the physical, strengthened with each kiss and caress. This time, his kissing, hindered by the winter coats that they wore, brought a fever for which there was just one cure.

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Saturday, October 29, 2011

WORLD WITHOUT END by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

WORLD WITHOUT END, AMEN by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Judith answers the doorbell, to her past: Eamon O'Hara. There is no question as she leaves everything--kids, husband--to return with him to Ireland. Things, however, aren't quite as they seem as Judith adjusts to her new reality.

When Judith Richardson answers the doorbell one October morning, she finds her past love--and husband--Eamon O'Hara at her door. His unexpected return challenges her complacent life, revokes her marriage, changes everything. Their love remains alive and powerful. After an intimate reunion, Judith realizes that she's willing to walk away from her family responsibilities and the life she's built to be with the love of her life. Everything changes as she leaves to go home with him to Northern Ireland, but she's happier than she's been in years.

As they arrive on Irish soil, she begins to realize that things may not be quite what she thought they were. Once they return to his native Derry, Eamon tells her a truth that will shatter everything she's believed, and threatens their happiness--unless she can accept the new reality.

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~Excerpt~

On an ordinary late October morning, Judith Richardson tried to tune out the clocks ticking too loud beside the framed family photographs on the wall. Those were easier to ignore than the kitchen sink heaped with dishes she should be doing, and the stereo blasting out the music of her youth.

The doorbell rang. Judith thought it must be the mail carrier with a parcel or maybe the silly woman from two doors down who sometimes popped in to borrow something strange, a potato or a pencil, or once, a can of hair spray, so she didn't hurry. She plumped up the couch pillows as she passed and when she opened the door, she pasted on her phoniest smile. It faded the moment she saw who stood on her threshold, as nonchalant as if she'd seen him just days ago instead of years.

Her heart paused, the rhythm off beat, as she stared for a very long moment and then a real smile, wide and warmer than melted butter spread over her lips. She parted them to speak, to say something but no words came out. While she dithered, he came forward and she welcomed his embrace backing up so that he stood just inside, not out on the porch in view of the neighbors.

"Acushla," he breathed into her hair. "Judith, woman, it's grand to see you again."

"Eamon, is it really you?" Despite the solid feel of his familiar body against her own, she couldn't believe he was here. "I heard you were dead."

"Don't believe all you hear," Eamon O'Hara told her. "I've come for you."

That had been her desire for so long, that he would come after her, alive after all, but he'd arrived too late.

"Eamon, I'm married now with two children," Judith said, as her heart broke again into a thousand sharp shards. "I can't go with you."

"You're my wife."

That basic truth was far from simple. She nodded, struck silent by the pain radiating from her heart out into the rest of her body.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

Tears filled her eyes and she blinked them away, quick as if speed might conceal her emotion. Eamon shifted her position until their eyes met, his dancing black ones gazing into hers with powerful love. Then, before she could even think about stopping him, Eamon put his mouth to hers and she yielded, her body telling the truth her lips denied.

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Saturday, October 8, 2011

A TIME TO LOVE by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

A TIME TO LOVE by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Reclusive songwriter Samuel Baird lives on a remote Arkansas mountain drinking his life away. The last thing he wants is a woman to complicate things but during a spectacular thunderstorm, a woman arrives just in time to save his life.

She says she comes from the late 1800's and he thinks she is crazy but Annie still manages to gain his attention and affection.

To reach a happily ever after, Samuel and Annie must overcome several obstacles, past and present, but in the end, they find the happiness that they seek.

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~Excerpt~

“It’s all right now.” He made the phrase a mantra by repeating it three times. Her breath slowed as she stopped shaking. With the danger past, he felt an intense awareness of her body against his. Every pliable curve was a fit against his frame. He knew the cadence of her heartbeat and smelled the fragrance of her hair. His body quickened as she moved against him, verification that she felt it too, and the strange pull that could make strangers into lovers.

Annie put her mouth to his. He could not move for one long moment as he felt her warm, sweet mouth moving over his and he kissed her back. The act restored something that had been dormant within and he was the old Samuel, healed and unharmed. He was free of the dark animal lust that once carried him to strange beds, a man reborn and made whole.

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WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

When a routine trip to the local discount store erupts in gunfire, Kendra Driscoll finds herself rescued by a stern-faced federal marshall. When he whisks her away in a government van, she must face the fact that her witness protection cover is blown. Now she'll have to deal with being in Marshall Timothy Campbell's custody until further arrangements can be made. Timothy takes her to a safe house tucked away in rural southern Arkansas and she reverts to being Deborah Kincaid.

As she gets to know Tim, Kendra realizes he isn't as stern as he looks. Underneath his gruff exterior she finds a kind, sensitive man and soon, despite the danger from the Bianco family, she also finds herself falling in love. Worse, so does Tim. He falls hard for his witness and that's something that isn't supposed to happen.

But when events turn ugly and Tim suffers a life-threatening rattlesnake bite, it's up to Deborah herself to face her enemies and deal with the danger for the last time.

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~Excerpt~

“Don’t scream,” a male voice whispered in her ear. Whoever he might be, he was behind her and she couldn't see him at all. However, he smelled of Irish Spring soap and peppermints. “Take my hand.”
She tried to ask why but with his hand blocking her mouth, she couldn't speak so she shook her head to refuse. He snatched her left hand with his free one and jerked hard enough she had to move with him or be drug behind. He took his hand off her mouth but she didn't dare make a sound or speak. In a crouched position, he maneuvered her past three more open freezer cases and then went wide to the left through a door that led back into the storerooms. Once that door swung closed behind them, he stood upright and faced her.

He loomed tall above her, six feet or better, lean and lithe. His blue jeans fit his chiseled body like an outer skin and his plaid flannel shirt looked cozy. On his hip, a Smith and Wesson .40 caliber pistol fit into a nylon holster attached to his wide leather belt. His black eyes bored into hers, vital and filled with strength. The solemn expression on his face seemed carved from solid granite. He looked capable and very dangerous. In fact, he reminded Kendra of a leopard she watched once at the zoo, graceful and somehow beautiful yet deadly.

Out in the store somewhere, more gunfire roared and screams followed but he didn't flinch or react. She cringed with each blast, fighting the desire to drop to the floor. If he hadn’t held her in his grasp, she’d dropped, too. His height and lethal manner intimidated her but not enough that she didn't attempt to break free.

“Let me go!” She twisted her hand, struggling to work loose.

He snorted and gripped harder.

“Relax. I'll get you out of here safe and sound. Just stay calm and be quiet.”

Her anger kindled, his bossy ways made her old-fashioned mad and without thought, she spoke, her voice louder than it should be.

“I’m not going with you. I won't be a hostage,” Kendra told him, her voice high-pitched and nasal. “Leave me alone and go turn yourself into the authorities!”

He laughed aloud as he reached into his front jeans pocket pulling out something he thrust in her direction; a gold badge formed with an outer circle around a five-pointed star. “United States Marshall” was etched around the rim.

“Maybe I should've introduced myself,” he said with what might've been a smile on a less serious face. “I’m Timothy Campbell, United States Marshall.”

The reality sank in with speed. He wasn't one of the shooters but a law enforcement officer and Kendra wondered why he wasn’t out there, taking down the suspect and saving lives in plural instead of just saving her own. Questions flooded her brain so fast she didn’t know where to begin or what to ask. He must've read the curiosity in her eyes because he pulled her forward toward a back exit off the storeroom.

“Ask me whatever you want later,” Timothy Campbell said. “Right now, we need to move. Let’s go.”

He towed her outside with speed and into a waiting black Humvee where he opened the rear passenger door, shoved her inside and followed her onto the seat. Before Kendra could assimilate anything more, the vehicle pulled out and reached the busy highway within seconds. With the discount store fast vanishing behind them, she realized her car remained in the parking lot but at least her purse still dangled from her shoulder. Numerous emergency vehicles raced past them headed for the scene. She counted three ambulances, two fire trucks, multiple squad cars and more.

“Wait!” she said, fumbling for the seat belts. “Where are we going? I need to cover this breaking story. Shouldn’t you be back there, helping people or something?”

He turned to her, his face still impassive.

“We're going somewhere safe and the only place I need to be is here with you.”

Anger flared, stronger than fear. Her routine grocery-shopping trip halted with violence forced her to take cover, and now Kendra found herself in the back of an SUV hurling down the highway at breakneck speed. She'd rather be anywhere else, even still crouched behind the freezer case in fact. Where she should be was outside the store with a press pass and a microphone in her hand.

“I don’t want to be here,” Kendra snapped. “Take me back to the store, please. I'm the news director for the local radio station. I need to cover this story.”

The Marshall shook his head.

"No you don’t. Do you know why the shooter was at that location?”

She had no clue.

“Let me guess. Did they overcharge him? Not have what he wanted in stock? Or was it just the first place he found where he could go postal?”

Her sarcastic tone failed to get a rise but his reply struck her like a slap across the face.


“He wanted you, Deborah. You’re the target.”

She caught her breath and held it, fear snaking through her body like live electricity. Her first response to hearing her name, the name her mother picked out for her twenty-seven years earlier, was to run. If she could've leaped from the fast moving vehicle, she’d done it but since she couldn't, she tried to bluff it out instead.

“Who’s Deborah? My name is Kendra Lou Driskell.”

He focused his full-strength stare on her and made eye contact.

“That might get you brownie points but it won’t cut ice with me. If you say it to the wrong individual, you might end up in the county morgue. You and I both know you're Deborah Kay Kincaid and that you’ve been in the federal witness protection program for two and a half years.”

His harsh tone cut through her feeble bravado like a steak knife through a tender T-bone steak. His voice had a no-nonsense quality that refuted any possible argument but she heard a kindness beneath the gruff words that steadied her long enough she was able to sit back and exhale.

“How do you know they were after me?” Kendra asked, wondering if she could just be Deborah again since her cover was now transparent.

“You're watched, of course. We had a tip that proved to be correct,” his voice remained even. “Everyone in the program is monitored. Didn’t you realize that?”

“No, I didn't.”

A chill crept up her spine as comprehension that someone kept track of her every day, maybe each hour sank in, and her notion of hard-won privacy was just an illusion. So was any real safety, she mused, if someone tracked her to Bargain Mart and started shooting. She wasn’t safe. Worse yet, she never had been.


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Saturday, July 23, 2011

WOLFE'S LADY by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

WOLFE'S LADY by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Stella Raines was looking for a change. She moved to the small town of Riverville to begin her first year of teaching history. She quickly learns that teaching in such a rural high school is no picnic, but the math teacher in the class down the hall makes her first week all the more intriguing….

Darien Wolfe is a staple of Riverville High School, with his rule-breaking hair and attire. He seems to have taught there since, well, forever. However, Darien never knew how much his long life might change until he notices the new history teacher down the hall.

Their attraction is instant and for eternity, like the stars under the full moon. But can Stella survive Darien’s secret?

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Excerpt:

For the first time, Stella realized that the house sat in the midst of thick woods, aged trees with broad trunks that isolated it from the road. Not one neighboring house was visible through the thickets and in addition, the lawn ran wild with forsythia bushes, rose of Sharon trees, evergreens, and even dogwoods. Flowers bloomed everywhere, some in neat, tended beds but others rampant across the lawn. Most were old-fashioned flowers, storybook blossoms like hollyhocks, roses, lilies, and more. The sheer wild beauty of the scene caught her breath for a few moments, and then she turned to Darien with honest enthusiasm.


“This is absolutely lovely, Darien. It is like something out of a storybook or fairy tale. It reminds me of Sleeping Beauty’s castle when the prince found it, a jewel tucked away in a verdant wood.”

Darien offered her his hand, chuckling with pleasure as they mounted the broad stone steps to the wide covered porch that ran the front of the house. There, too, clematis and moonflower vines climbed trellises, adding to the air of privacy.

“You approve; that’s very good,” he said. “Let’s see what you think of the interior.”

He threw open the heavy carved door and let her walk ahead into a huge room with many windows. To her right, a carved staircase ascended, as graceful as an Edwardian lady waltzing would. A chandelier with multiple prisms sparkled from the very center of the ceiling. Each doorway that led from the room – into a dining room, a hallway, and the library – each had dark walnut trim. Even the furnishings, crushed velvet crimson sofas and chairs, added to the air of mystique and yesteryear.

“Darien, this is amazing. This room is stunning.”

“No. You, my dear, are stunning,” he said. He stood beside her and then turned her to face him. Stella’s heart pounded faster as he bent and kissed her, unhurried, his lips burning against hers, warm and soft as melted candle wax. Her body kindled at his caress and she leaned against him, letting the fever that spread over her body consume her. Stella felt his powerful body surge against hers, masculine and vital. His passion, his desire was a living thing between them. When he released her, she almost fell, her legs weak but he caught her.

“Stella, dear heart, you are a delight. Come have a drink with me in the library before I lose my head. Will champagne do?”

Her mouth refused to work so she nodded, trailing in his wake into the library, tucked behind the foot of the stairs. This too was a marvelous room, cozy with a granite fireplace, each block carved with intricate designs, and the walls lined with books. Most appeared to be antique volumes but among them Stella recognized a few more modern works. A small bar stood opposite the hearth and after he pointed her to the black leather loveseat, he brought out two fragile flutes and filled them with Dom Perignon. Darien handed her a flute and raised his glass to touch hers with a soft, ringing sound.

“To what the future and the stars may hold,” he intoned in a voice as serious as a prayer, soft as a blessing.

“To the future,” Stella repeated and sipped.

The sweet, crisp wine was a good vintage and her surprise was evident as the smooth taste burst into her mouth.

“This is 1975 v Dom Perignon,” Darien said. “It is one of the best modern vintages available. Will it do??”

“It’s awesome,” Stella said, draining her glass. The wine must have gone to her head, she thought, for without hesitation, she mimicked a child’s British accent and quoted Oliver Twist, “Please, sir, may I have some more?”

Darien’s face shifted, his lips twitched and his eyes rolled until he burst out laughing. He sat down on the loveseat, wiped tears of mirth from his eyes, and drank his champagne.

“You are the most remarkable woman I have met in years.” Darien said, shaking his head. “Stella, I find myself quite smitten with you. Dare I hope that it might be reciprocated?”

She made a quick translation of his old school language and replied in her own vernacular,

“I think you’re totally hot, Darien, so yes.”

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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

KINFOLK by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

KINFOLK by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

The last thing that writer Katherine Vaughn expects when she flees California for her native Arkansas is to fall in love, especially not with a former Navy SEAL and her cousin’s widower. Nor did she expect that the thugs seeking retribution for her late husband’s drug debts would follow her back to Arkansas.

As she and Ben Hatfield fall in love, their happiness faces trials that include an unexpected illness and his grandfather’s death. But Katherine has little time to mourn her own losses as the California drug lord’s minions kidnap her in a final effort to collect on the debt.

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Several months had passed since her flight from California and hope that no one might trace her stirred. Optimistic in a tentative fashion, she sought Ben’s input and advice on Monday.

“There are business details I need to handle,” she told him, filling his cup with fresh coffee. “I need to get in touch with my agent and with my financial manager. I’m afraid, though, that if I do, Hu Sing’s minions might track me down. Do you think that’s possible?”

He didn’t answer immediately but pondered the question. “There’s that chance but then again they might not. If you want access to your money, then it’s a chance you’ll have to take, unless you want to go to work at the chicken plant.”

Serious as the subject was, she smiled. His attempt at low-key humor banished her fears but concern remained.

“I don’t want anyone to come here. If they find me, they want their money and I still don’t have it. I don’t want to put you or Aunt Ruby in danger.”

“Don’t worry about it. If they come, they come. You can’t hide out for the rest of your life, can you?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Then don’t. I told you I’ll protect you if it comes to that.”

His rich, deep voice changed as he spoke and although it seemed ludicrous that this quiet man could be violent as well as dangerous, she knew he meant it. There was a side of Ben that most people never noticed and that man would do whatever was necessary.

“Then I’ll make some calls later today.” She made her decision. She could either take care of business or forget about her career as K.A. Benton. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“If you’re still up when I get home from work, I’ll stop by.”

His eyes met hers and a rush of potent desire spread through her body. Judging by his expression, he felt a similar glow and she nodded.

“I’d like that.”

Strengthened by her growing relationship with Ben, she retrieved her cell phone from the charger. With the sounds of Aunt Ruby’s favorite soaps resonating from the living room, she sat at the kitchen table and dialed Tina’s number from memory. Pippi answered in her throaty, pseudo Marilyn Monroe voice.

“Tina’s. Your business is our pleasure.”

“Pippi, this is Katherine Vaughn. I need to speak with Tina.” Martina Maldonado had been her accountant and financial manager since she arrived in California.

“Bitch, where you been at?” Pippi shouted in her ear. “People were looking for you, up, down, and around.”

That was disconcerting to know but Katherine willed herself calm. “I’m out of town.”

“I know that, girlfriend! Where are you hiding out? Let me guess—some tropical getaway.”

She had forgotten the funky California line of bullshit, the endless attempts to impress with hip style but it eroded her patience and grated her nerves. “I need to talk with Martina, Pippi.”

“Oh, all right!”

Muzak blasted her ear until Tina’s voice replaced it.

“Katherine, this is Tina. Babe, I’m glad you called in—your creditors have been crawling over me like cockroaches but I kept them dancing until Gene-O came through with royalties. You’re current now, sweetie, but don’t do this to me again. How’s tricks?”

“I’m fine. Thanks for handling the bills. That’s why I called—I want everything I owe paid and then I need you to liquidate all my assets, the house, cars, everything. I don’t plan to come back to California.”

“So you’re doing the relocation thing! Cool! Are you coming out to help?”

If flights were free, she would not go to California but Tina didn’t need to know that. “No. I have everything I need from the house. Just take care of it and put the money in my accounts. I’ll transfer everything later.”

“Will do but I’m going to need some papers signed, chick, you know that. I’ll FedEx out what I need. Just tell me where.”

Hesitation slowed her thoughts. She didn’t want to reveal her location to anyone but she could not refuse a reasonable request. “Promise not to share with anyone and I’ll give it to you.”

“Your secret’s safe in my hands, honey. Give me the details.”

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Thursday, June 23, 2011

LOVE NEVER FAILS by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

LOVE NEVER FAILS by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Old love sometimes fades away...

When a late night phone call from the former love of her life interrupts both her sleep and her otherwise quiet existence, Caroline Cunningham finds she can’t refuse Reid Ramsay's request for help. As the call pulls Caroline back to her small hometown and into the heart of the search for Reid's missing brother, Caroline finds the feelings she thought she'd buried where Reid was concerned are indeed alive and well.

And sometimes it refuses to die...

Reid Ramsay is still in love with Caroline Cunningham. As they work together searching for Reid's brother, Reid and Caro finding themselves attempting to rebuild the life they once shared together. But their future remains uncertain. Before they can find the happiness they seek, each must work through the emotional baggage of the past and test the theory they desperately hope rings true.

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When Caroline finished reliving that awful night, she was crying as hard as she had then but when she looked into Reid’s face, she saw tears there too.


“Caro, honey, she never called me. I would've been there if she had. I wish I had been. I wish that I'd known that you lost our baby.” His voice had an edge like a serrated knife. “You tried to tell me, didn’t you? When you came to see me and I wouldn’t listen because I thought you were dating Sam.”


She nodded. A week after her miscarriage, after he failed to come and she heard nothing from him, she'd gone to his apartment. He opened the door, stared at her with hostile eyes, and said, “What do you want? It better be important because I’m busy.”


“I wanted to talk to you.” She whispered to him but he shook his head and shut the door with a quiet, firm click.


“You shut the door in my face.”


“I had no idea. I thought you wanted to tell me about dating Sam.”


“I tried one more time, before I left. Do you remember?”


Reid flicked tears away from his face with one hand.


“I do. You caught me filling up the car at Fastrip and you came over, said that you guessed you were going out to California to stay with your cousin and finish your paralegal training there. I was mad, my feelings were hurt, and I wouldn’t listen to you.”


She remembered so well that it hurt.


“You turned your back on me and ignored me.”


His eyes darkened with sorrow. “I did and I’m sorry, Caroline. I had no idea about the baby. I should've never listened to Julia. I should've had more faith in you. I failed you and it’s my fault for believing lies.”


She should have felt vindicated, hearing his broken voice take blame but she couldn’t. She, too, had fallen short. They'd had the love but not the trust, not the certainty that they should've felt back then.


“It wasn’t just you,” Caroline said, “I let her convince me, too. I knew that you'd come but when you didn't, I let her sway me. We were both wrong, Reid.”


He bobbed his head in agreement and released her hand so he could rise and walk the floor, hands behind his back.


“That doesn’t make what I did right, Caro. We almost had a child together. If it weren’t for your aunt’s intervention, we’d be married by now. We were planning to get married.”


“I remember.”


They'd dated since she was fifteen and talked about marriage for the last two years. At nineteen, almost twenty, Caroline was certain she wanted to share her life with Reid and he had no doubts, either. Money was the issue that concerned him and so they'd been saving together, in a joint savings account at the bank. Caroline had forgotten about that, until now.


“What happened to our money in the bank?”
He reached the table and did an about face, pacing back toward her.


“It’s still there, all of it and more. At first, I thought you'd come home so I kept putting money in the account. Even after my accident, I wouldn’t touch our money so it’s still there. I kept the ring, too.”


In his agitation, he ran his fingers through his dark hair as she tried to puzzle out what he meant.


“Reid, I don’t know anything about an accident or ring.”


He stopped before her and sighed.


“I guess you wouldn’t but at the time I thought you would. After you left, I went a little crazy. I didn’t care much about anything so I was reckless. Ross got onto me all the time about it. He was the only one that tried to tell me there must be more behind your leaving than there seemed but I wouldn’t listen. I was hurting too damn bad. I drank too much, drove too fast, and did wild things.”


Even though all of it was long past, her stomach contracted with fear for him and all he'd done.


“What wild things?”


He gave a bitter laugh. “I went swimming at night. I started drag racing anyone who would do it. I went down to Tulsa to the roughest bars I could find. I rode a little rodeo, always on the wildest bulls or broncos going. I think I wanted something to happen to me that would either send you home or make you sorry that you left me.”


“What happened?”


Reid rubbed his face with his hand. “I wrecked the GTO one night out on the highway going about 90 miles an hour. I was going too fast, I'd had a couple of beers and I just lost control. I ran off onto the side of the road and then into the ditch. The car flipped over with me in it and I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt. I couldn’t get out, though, and I was afraid the car would burn with me inside. When the highway patrol came, they thought the occupant – which was me- must be dead because the car was crushed.”


“Oh, Reid, if I'd known, I would've been here. Nothing would have kept me away, not even Julia.”


He snorted. “Yeah, that was what I thought. I was actually happy as they loaded me into the ambulance because I thought you'd come home. That didn’t last long. I was hurt pretty bad and when you didn’t come, I was miserable.”


Caroline was crying, thinking of Reid hurt and so alone, waiting and watching for her just as she'd waited and watched for him. She thought her heart would burst from the pain.


“How serious were your injuries?”


Reid rolled up the left leg of his blue jeans.


“This leg was damaged so badly they put it back together with pins.” He touched round, white scars, counting them. “I had a hard time learning to walk without a limp but I did. I had some internal injuries too. I was critical for almost a week, serious for two and it was a month before I went home. Ross was worried sick and mad at me, too. He said it was my own damn fault and I guess it was.”


“Mine, too,” Caroline whispered. “Oh, Reid, mine too. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn’t left. I should've tried harder to tell you about the baby. I'm so sorry. No one told me, not ever. I wish someone had.”


“Yeah?” His voice sounded so tired. “I wish they had, too, if it would've brought you back sooner. Come here, Caro.”


Reid opened his arms wide and she walked into them. He held her cocooned in his embrace and as she began to weep, he cried too. They stood together, meshed, and wept for all they'd lost. For the pain of the past and for the love that survived it all. They bawled like a pair of babies, venting all the frustrations and the hurts. The misunderstandings, the barriers that kept them apart vanished, washed away in the torrent of tears. Any obstacles to their full reunion evaporated away. The five years lost, those more than 1800 days and nights, were irretrievable, but from here, they could advance together. They had their whole lives ahead of them.


Caroline could feel the love pouring into her from him and then he kissed her, his mouth claiming what belonged to him with force and pleasure. Caroline responded, joy fueling her passion as she drank from his cup of ardor, head spinning as if she sipped pure alcohol. His hands moved over her with remembered surety and new desire. She pushed her fingers through his black curls as she'd ached to do since the moment she saw him again and he moved his mouth lower, from her lips to her throat, where he nibbled. Her spine tingled as desire teased down her back, the delicious sensation spreading as he reached beneath her blouse to unhook her bra. She shrugged her shirt away and he put his face between her breasts, kissing them with tiny, tender kisses.


Caroline sighed with pleasure, her head back, eyes closed. His hands reached her jeans and undid them.


“Are you ready for this?” He asked, lifting his head to meet her eyes, every naked emotion he felt on his face.


“Yes, I am.” She'd waited five years for this moment and her body ached for fulfillment.


“Are you sure?” He teased.


“I am, Reid.” Her hands sought his belt and undid it. “Love me, babe, please.”


He made love to her with slow hands, unhurried caresses that titillated and teased. Reid cherished her with his mouth, appreciated her body with his own, and gave himself to her, physical and spiritual. After he carried her into the bedroom, he held nothing back and loved her without restraint. His passion swept her into the floodtide and she rallied to meet his challenge, to accept his desire and channel it back. Together they spiraled toward culmination, circling closer to that moment of release and when it came, it rocked them both. They shuddered together as the bed rattled, hitting the wall with the force of their coming together, of reaching the summit together. Reid cried out with wordless joy and Caroline shouted her delight.


Afterward, warm and sated, she curled against him, fingers intertwined with his. Their bodies touched, skin to skin, and their minds were at peace, unified after the long separation. Caroline felt refreshed, as renewed as dry land when the rain fell to relieve the drought.


“I love you,” she whispered soft against his chest.

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Thursday, April 7, 2011

LOVE TATTOO by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

LOVE TATTOO by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

One unexpected late night encounter and one titillating kiss detours Cara Riley from reaching Nashville for her last shot at a singing career and lands her in Memphis.

Dark, mysterious truck driver Will Brennan oozes sexuality and Cara finds herself drawn to him. He brings her to a higher level of sensual pleasure than she even imagined could be possible. As their relationship explodes into something real, she learns he has more than a few quirks- he sleeps by day and prowls by night.

At his home-a castle-nestled in a wooded area just outside Memphis, she learns just what his sweet love tattoos really mean and must decide if she wants another. Whether or not they find their happy ending is all up to Cara.

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When I turned around and saw him, leaning up against the concrete wall, one boot propped against the building, he looked dangerous. His black denim jeans fit his muscular, long legs as if they were poured over them and left to harden. His boots were black too, and studded with little silver spikes that caught the artificial lights of the rest stop to reflect back at me like twinkling stars. As I gaped at him, mouth open like a fish taking the bait, he smiled at me, a slow wicked smile that made my skin grow sensitive as if I had a high fever. That smile made little ripples run along my nerve endings and down my spine.

“Hello, there, darlin’.” His voice came out as dark and sweet as molasses.

I gave him a closer look because my Mama taught me never to talk to strangers. His black hair curled tight against his head, not cropped short but not quite long either and there was a lot of it. Above those tight jeans, he wore a black Western shirt with white pearl snap buttons and over it all, a black leather jacket. Between his hair and clothes, he looked all black and white – his face and hands glowed pale, almost translucent – except for his eyes.

Those eyes shimmered blue, not just a light blue like most people have but a rich, dark shade like sapphires or the clearest, azure autumn sky. He looked at me as if he knew me, as if he could read me like a favorite paperback book, and what he saw, he seemed to like.

I found my voice, or really it found its way up out of my throat and into my mouth before I could think about what to say.

“Good morning to you.”

He flicked ash from the cigarillo that he held in his right hand and raised it to his lips. The end of it glowed red like dawn, bright as fire and he exhaled smoke, his eyes never leaving my face. I didn’t even know his name and yet he attracted me, pulled me toward him as the moon draws the tides to shore. Until he spoke, his appeal was physical but his next words captured my heart without a single shot and conquered it. After that, he could own me if he wanted. He knew it, too.

“Speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white, upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he sits bestride the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air.”

Shakespeare, quoted at a God-forsaken rest area along Interstate 40 somewhere in Arkansas before daybreak, had an immediate effect on my heart. Any man that could quote the Bard without cheating or peeking at a book impressed me and in this unexpected setting, he had me. Romeo’s words, his aside as he watched Juliet dither around up on her balcony, had a heady and intoxicating quality. But I was no Juliet, no thirteen year old virgin pining for love.

I had my big girl pants on so that I could get to Nashville and sing for my supper. I had been before and did nothing but turn around for home, beaten and defeated. This time should be different. I planned it, I saved up money from my nothing job, and I had studio demos. I had contacts in the business and even a room to rent in my best friend Sheena’s grandmother’s duplex. Everything was set for me to make one more run at stardom before I gave up, got married and fat, had three or four kids, and sang karaoke on my nights out on the town.

All my ambitions shifted in that moment and dissolved like a pair of discount store shoes in a flash flood.

I tried to think of something to say, some quote of Juliet’s that might fit, or just something, that would sound sophisticated or at least cool.

What came out of my mouth was, “Who are you?”

He pulled hard at the cigarillo one more time and tossed it. His laughter sounded like church bells ringing or a steel guitar played by someone who knew how to make the thing sing.

“I am either your worst nightmare or your salvation.” That voice purred like a happy cat on a comfortable lap. “My name is Will Brennan and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

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