Friday, July 4, 2014

Mainstream Romances Can Still Bring the Fireworks! Saving Destiny, A New M/F Romance by Mary Lou George

This week both Canada and the United States celebrate birthdays.  As a Canadian with lots of American family and friends I like to think of it as a week of celebrations.  However, in Saving Destiny, my latest release from Siren/Bookstrand, the fourth of July brings nothing but sadness for Sloan Ridgeway and Mac Watson.   Ten years ago, during the flash and frenzy of Independence Day fireworks Mac’s little sister Evie died and any hope Sloan and Mac had for happily-ever-after died with her.


Blamed for Evie’s death, Sloan trades small town Kentucky for bright lights and tabloid fame, but finds nothing but emptiness and betrayal.  Now Sloan’s come home to do some soul searching and isn’t happy to learn that Mac’s back too.  In a small town there’s no way they can avoid running into each other, especially since her friend Jeanie is having a baby and she’s been asked to be Godmother and Mac’s the Godfather.  Mac makes no secret of the fact that he wants nothing to do with Sloan and that’s just fine with her, but when she decides to rescue a starved and beaten mare in foal she’s forced to enlist his help.  Mac can’t turn his back on an animal in need, so despite his misgivings he steps up.  Together they save a barn full of horses and in the process reignite a passion that’s lain dormant for too long.  One spark and it’s fireworks…

“Mac?” She’d barely finished uttering the question in his name when his hand cupped the back of her neck and his lips came crashing down on hers. She struggled against him at first, knowing it was frustration and anger that had instigated the kiss. But it took only a moment for Mac to ignite the heat in her own blood and suddenly it no longer mattered to her what had precipitated the contact. All that mattered was what fueled it—passion. She welcomed it, with a cherry on top.

Despite the violence of his emotions, Mac still managed to kiss with finesse and she opened to him like a flower to the sun. He held her so tight she felt her bones might crack, but somehow he knew just how far to go without actually hurting her. She reveled in his touch and gave as good as she got. He pulled back slightly and she took the opportunity to suck his bottom lip into her mouth.

It was Mac who’d taught her the art of kissing and in the intervening years she’d expanded on that knowledge. He moaned. Clawing at his chest, trying to get her hands on more of him, Sloan groaned with frustration. Reading her mind and coming to her rescue, he tore at his shirt, exposing his bare chest. Not satisfied with his nakedness alone, he pulled her T-shirt up over her bra and with adept hands freed her sensitive breasts. Glorying in the feel of his skin, Sloan rubbed herself against him over and over again. His hands dove into her hair and yanked her head back. He used his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth to worship the length of her arched neck and the softness of her breasts, making her tremble and moan.

“Oh God, Sloan, I want…so bad…I could hurt you right now,” he said between gritted teeth.
She heard his words over the pounding of her pulse and the roaring want in her ears. “You won’t,” she moaned.

Sloan could feel the hard length of his arousal as he drove his hips against hers and her hand flew to his crotch stroking his huge hardness with firm, sure strokes. He rose up and ground against her, pushing her back in the seat. His hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans and she said a silent word of thanks to the person who decided to put just a touch of spandex in denim. Like some sharp shooter, with unerring accuracy, Mac found just the right spot and touched her very core. His fingers were quick, thorough, and oh so clever. This was the man who’d known her more intimately than anyone.

Years ago, he’d taught her how it was done. No one did it better and within moments Sloan felt that urgent sweet rush, climbing higher ever higher until she broke into tiny breathless fragments, throbbing, crying out his name. But for Sloan and Mac one release wasn’t enough. He’d always been able to make her climax over and over again with just the right pressure and movement of his fingers. He obliterated every other man in her experience. Lost in each other, place and time meant nothing to either of them. She wanted him inside her and knew he wanted to be there. She tugged at the button on his pants and he grunted.

The honking of a car horn snapped them out of their passionate oblivion. Somehow moving with lightning-quick speed, Mac protected her from prying eyes. In that split second’s distraction, their moment of sexual insanity was lost, gone forever. Pushing her away, as if he’d been burned, he rebuttoned his pants. He sat frozen for what felt like a long time, but must have been only seconds. Finally, he heaved a huge sigh. Turning his head, he watched as she finished setting her clothing to rights.

He ran a shaking hand through his hair, but as usual managed to avoid smoothing it. His expression wasn’t kind. “What the hell were you thinking? You shouldn’t have touched me.” His eyes still held a raging storm as they scanned her face. “Damn you, Sloan, I almost lost control. You should have stopped me. A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed. I could have hurt you. I’ve never hurt a woman in my life. That’s as close as I ever want to get.”


I hope you’ll check out Saving Destiny and get to know Sloan and Mac a little better.  Let’s hear it for fireworks and romance!  Happy Independence Day!

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