If Maycie does not stop her childhood sweetheart’s celebrity wedding, matrimony will be spelled B-I-G-A-M-Y.
Maycie Quitman makes a flying trip home from her Taos art gallery after a tabloid trumpets the news of the forthcoming marriage of her childhood sweetheart to a Hollywood model. Years ago more happened when Josh Jordan and Maycie ran away to Las Vegas for a weekend than Josh apparently remembers. Hearing that Maycie is on her way back to the Double J Ranch, Gage, Josh’s older brother, knows this is his chance to unravel what really happened on that Vegas weekend. Because everything that happens in Vegas does not necessarily stay in Vegas.
Gage leaned over and slid one hand around her ankle, his big hand encircling it. The bones felt fragile in his fingers, the warmth of her flesh penetrating her sock. His thumb caressed her foot. He looked up to meet Maycie’s wide brown eyes.
He was crossing a line. Almost automatically his hand was drawn upward, pausing at her knee, tempted by the yielding flesh beneath it.
He heard a sharp sound as she inhaled.
He moved to capture her face and turn it up. Her eyes shuddered close as her body trembled. He could feel her warm breath on his skin as he moved forward taking her into his arms.
He mouth finally. Her lips parted as they did in his memory, her tongue touching his. His hands were lost in the honey-sweet fullness of her hair. He moved down to the pillowed carpet of pine, pulling her to him.
The kiss, deeper, wetter. His hand traced her cheekbone, his lips finding her neck. Her body was melting into his now.
“Maycie.” His hand slid toward the open neck of her shirt. He bent down to find her throat.
“No!” She gave a muffled cry and shoved back on his chest, forcing him away.
He stared at her, shaking his head to clear it.
“May. . .”
“No, Gage. This is wrong. I’ve got to go.”
She scrambled up awkwardly, dusting herself off
What had he done? Dazed, he pushed himself up to follow her over to where she was untying her mount.
“Let me help.” He reached out to steady Cocoa, but she swung her leg up, grabbed the reins and gave the horse a kick in the side.
“Maycie!” He untied Patches, mounted and followed her. She had already made it down the ridge and was galloping flat out across the pasture racing toward the ranch house in the distance.
- Word Count: 40,000
- Author: Nina Barrett
- Heat Level: 2
- ISBN: 978-1-61937-156-9
- Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten
- Editor: Erica Mills