September 29, 2013
Hello!
All right, people,
I have dire thinky thoughts about two of my favorite shows, Strike Back and Sons of Anarchy, which I won't share here, but suffice to say, it's
not looking good for a few characters. EEK!
Thank goodness, Arrow returns in two weeks and I can get
my superhero fix again soon. Whew.
Tonight's post is
from an already released manuscript, Down in Mexico, and features two of
my very favorite characters in the South of the Border series—Kiernan and Lars.
Here's the tagline:
Kiernan Darby spends
five long years playing dead, living life in limbo, but it lets Lars Rademacher
do his job and eliminate members of a lethal crime syndicate. Lars tracks
Kiernan down in Mexico and their reunion is sweet… until Lars reveals a pesky
detail he forgot to mention.
And a snippety peek…
Five long, damn years and it all
rushed back, the way she felt about him. Kiernan shoved his shirt off his
shoulders then yanked her tank top over her head. Started on his shorts while he
peeled hers down. Their eyes met and he hauled her to him, mouth crushing hers
in a bruising kiss. He lifted her, walked the ten steps across the patio to
back her up against the weathered wood exterior of the house, never once
breaking the kiss.
Less than three feet from the
open door, they didn't even make it inside the home. Kiernan wrapped her legs
around his waist and welcomed his smooth thrust of entry. Lips, teeth, hands,
everywhere at once, kicked up the heat. She didn't last long. Pent up need and
desire had her breaking after a few strokes, breathing hard against his
shoulder, shattering in his arms, gasping his name.
Lars followed right behind,
cupping her ass, pumping his hips two more times before coming hard, her name a
burst of harsh air against her ear.
When he caught his breath, he
murmured. "I love you, Kier."
Words she so badly wanted to
hear. Kiernan went from the mind-bending, exquisite high of sex to
gut-wrenching sobs. For all the lost time, the loneliness, the fear and the
limbo-like existence she'd been living. She lost it, completely, but Lars didn't
let go.
Instead he carried her into the
house, figured out the way to her room, settled them on the bed and held her.
His arms a safe haven, Kiernan let it all pour out. His hands smoothed over her
hair, stroking gently, lulling her into relaxation.
She had no idea how long they sat
there, Lars whispering words that further soothed her tired soul. The sun, no
longer high in the sky, cast shadows in the room when she finally exhausted her
supply of tears.
She sniffled and kissed his
chest. "I love you too, by the way." She looked up and gave him a
lopsided grin. "Not that you'd know from the waterworks display."
His arms tightened around her,
his answering smile sad, but very sexy. "You earned every one of those
tears." He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. "But it's really
over, Kier. We finally have a chance."
Kiernan nodded, jerkily, almost
afraid to believe it. After all, she still had trouble believing the events
that led to her playing dead. But everything would prove true.
She'd been such an idiot. Young
and desperate, she took on a job without asking questions. Snuggling against
Lars, she finally went back to where it began.
Ahhh. Reunions are
so much fun to write. :D :D
That's it for this
week. Happy Reading!
Skylin
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