So… I told y’all about my sexy Scot, right?  Ian?  He’s in Headed for Trouble with Neve, the first book in The McKay series, starting in January.

FYI, Ian is fun and dirty lives to make Neve blush and laugh.  Be warned, dirty words ahead.

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Ian studied her solemnly and then looked down. After another moment, he picked up a letter and added it to the board game in front of them.

Neve looked down and felt her face go red as she read the word c-u-m. “That doesn’t count as a word. Well, not unless you’re a thirteen-year-old boy.”

Ian winked at her. “A thirteen-year-old boy lives in the heart of every man, love.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re just trying to get cheap points now. I’m going to win and you know it.”

“Well, if we’d played strip Scrabble, it wouldn’t matter who won or lost. But we had to play it with our clothes . . . oi, that’s not a word, either!” He glared at the board where she’d used a d to make out the word v-a-d-e-r.

“Sure it is. As in Darth Vader.” She smugly tallied up the points. “If you can use dirty words, then I can use names.”

“Dirty words, eh?”

She realized she’d somehow unconsciously challenged him. A few minutes later, he had the word c-u-n-t and she wrinkled her nose at him. “I don’t like that word.”

“I don’t see why not.” He shrugged, unabashed. “It’s short for cunnilingus, you know, and you do enjoy that. So if I were to say, Neve, I want to lick your cunt—”

She threw one of the little letters at him and he didn’t dodge it in time. “Come now,” he said, rubbing at the red mark on his cheek. “What if you’d hit me in me mouth? I wouldn’t be able to put it to good use later.”

“Are we going to play or are you just using this to try and embarrass me?”

Ian reached out and stroked his finger down her hand. “Why would it embarrass you to know that I plan on putting my hands all over you later, Neve?”

Her breath hitched when he caught her hand and lifted it to his lips, catching one finger in his mouth and sucking on it. Heat fluttered inside, then spread when he pulled that finger out and moved to the other. “It wouldn’t embarrass me if you sat there and told me that you wanted to put your mouth on my cock. Or any other part of me.”

Before she could formulate any sort of reply, he let her hand go and then braced his elbows on the coffee table. The lights were dim, the remnants of a pizza on the table next to them. “Right, then. Your turn, Neve.”

Dazed, she looked down at her letters.

She had no idea what possessed her but she did it.

She reached out and took from the words already on the board, highly aware of Ian’s bemused expression. As she spelled out the word c-o-c-k, she didn’t dare look at him.

A moment later, the Scrabble board went flying and she was on her back on the couch, with Ian sprawled on top of her.

“I think you win that round,” he said, his voice gruff.

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So…that’s Ian and Neve.

May I introduce you to Hannah and Brannon? Brannon is Neve’s older brother, while Hannah is one of her friends from high school.

Love is the greatest risk of all.

After seven days in a coma, Hannah Parker remembers nothing about the accident that landed her in the hospital—or how she ended up pregnant with Brannon’s baby, the man she’s loved since high school. Her body and heart have burned for him for years, and when she wakes up, he’s sleeping by her bedside, anxious to keep her safe at all costs. But as Hannah struggles with her amnesia, a threat looms closer—one that could have deadly consequences if she recovers her memories.  She will have to trust Brannon completely if she is to keep what haunts her at bay…and their baby safe….

Brannon McKay spent the last ten years fantasizing about Hannah. In his mind, he’s explored every passionate scenario he can think of while, in real life, Brannon took their budding relationship and threw it away with both hands. Hannah doesn’t remember what happened but now that she is awake, Brannon would rather die than watch her walk away again. When Hannah and his unborn child’s life is threatened, Brannon must stake claim to the woman who has held his heart captive for years…or risk disaster tearing them apart…

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excerpt

Hannah gasped at the feel of his hand on her lower back.

“I’ll be right back,” Dr. Shaw said.

Hannah barely heard her over the sound of blood roaring in her ears.

“Hannah?”

Slowly, she lifted her head and met Brannon’s eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked.  The soft, gentle note in his voice was so unlike him.

He brushed his fingers down her neck and she looked away.  A shiver raced down her spine and she had to fight the urge to lean into his touch, lean into him.

His lips slid across her temple and she caught her breath, need stirring inside her.   Need, love…so many emotions.

In the back of her mind, she heard the echo of his voice…wake up, come back to me…I’m  sorry.

She knew he’d come to see her in the hospital.  People told her that he’d been there.  Every day.  One of the nurses, Jenny, she’d said he read to her.  He’d read Jude Deveraux’s Velvet Song to her.  The first romance Hannah had ever read and she was on her third copy of it.  He’d found her dog-eared copy and brought it to her, read it to her while a cop stood on duty outside her room.

A crazy urge drove her and before he could pull back, she turned her face toward his, lifting her mouth before he moved away.  Twisting her head around, she reached for him, fisting her hand in the collar of his shirt and dragging him closer.   He didn’t move as she pressed her mouth to his.

“You’re going to drive me crazy, Brannon,” she said against his lips.

When she kissed him again, a harsh sigh escaped him.  He stood there, his hands braced on the table, one near her hip, the other precariously perched between her knees.  She wondered what he’d do if she wiggled closer and rubbed against him.

Then she stopped thinking at all, because he’d broken the kiss.

The interruption might have lasted mere seconds.  He moved from his position at the foot of the table to standing in front of her.  One hand went to either of her knees and she sucked in a breath as he pushed them wide and moved to stand between splayed thighs.

Then he reached up, tangling his hands in her hair.  “Open your mouth,” he said, his voice a low rasp, scraping against her senses like raw silk over bare flesh.

She parted her lips and his tongue swept him.

The taste.

She shuddered and reached up, grasping at his arms, her nails sinking into his biceps.

She whimpered when he cupped her breast, the heat of his hand apparent even through her bra and shirt.

I’ve probably fantasized about getting my hands on your tits about a hundred times now.

Hannah tore her mouth away, shoving him back.

“Hannah?”

Panting, she stared at him.

Cool air kissed her flesh and she looked down, dismayed to find her shirt open.

How had he managed that?  He’d had his hands on her maybe thirty seconds.

“Hannah, what’s wrong?” Brannon asked, taking a step toward her.

She shook her head and hopped off the table, moving to stare outside.

I’ve probably fantasized about getting my hands on your tits about a hundred times now.

It was Brannon’s voice she heard in the back of her head, clear as day. She knew what was happening.  It was another one of those memories, trying to slip free from whatever held it trapped.  It had started like that at first—Brannon had been the one to make all those blocks come down to begin with.  He’d sat in with her in the room in the hospital, along with Neve.  Neve had been talking about school and Hannah had listened, but with despair.

“You hit me in the head with a rock once,” he’d told her.

Those words, so easily delivered, had startled out of her misery.  He hadn’t even been looking at her as he said it.  He’d been busy staring at his phone, tapping away at it, like there was nothing going on outside that screen that interested him.

He’d paused for a moment and looked up at her. In an almost bored tone, he said, “There I was thinking I’d need stitches and bleeding all over the place and you told me to stop being a baby so you could clean it up.”

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