Silent Surrender
Alexa Bourne
Book Blurb:
Meggie
MacDougall often dreams of Quinn O’Connell, the sexy Irish football
coach who swept her off her feet in Dublin. But what happened in Dublin
must stay there. She has responsibilities at home, and she refuses to
fuel the gossip fires in Glenhalish.
Quinn
has never forgotten Meggie and the explosive weekend they shared.
Overwhelmed by memories of her passion, beauty, and zest for life, he
jeopardizes his cushy career to find her and test the connection between
them.
When
Quinn arrives in her Highland village, Meggie is determined to ignore
him. However, she isn't prepared for the claim he lays on her heart with
his sexy charm and his tender soul.
Will
pride and fear keep Meggie from embracing possibilities, or will
Quinn's gentle persistence break down her defenses and lead her to a
silent surrender?
Excerpt:
Quinn came toward her, the ball juggling between his feet. “Get him, Miss Meggie!” someone called from across the pitch.
Her
heart rate, already soaring, tripped at the sight of her man. Her
nerves tightened, her muscles clenched. She rocked on the heels of her
feet. She’d steal the ball for her team.
He
closed the distance between them. Meggie pushed against his rock-hard
abs and tangled with his feet. He tugged on her ponytail, slid his foot
between hers, and sent the ball to his teammates.
Meggie yelped, her arms flailing to her sides. Her feet remained tangled with Quinn’s, and she lost her balance.
Quinn’s
arms circled her waist and twisted her so his body took the brunt of
the impact with the dirt-packed earth. She rolled to the side, still
cradled in the crook of his arm and with the pressure of his delicious
body over every inch of hers. “Are you all right?” He propped himself up
and brushed her hair away from her face.
“Aye. Thank you for taking the fall for us.”
“You’re down here with me, aren’t you?”
“Aye, but you protected me. Thank you, my Irish knight.”
“My pleasure, my lady.”
Aye, she was his lady and she decided she rather liked it.
He leaned down and claimed her mouth.
“Is she hurt?” one of the lads yelled. The ground trembled beneath their feet.
“Aye, ye daft fool. He’s giving her mouth-to-mouth,” yelled another.
Together they both giggled and ended the kiss. “You should probably let me up before they call for an ambulance.”
“Right.”
He jumped to his feet. “No worry, boys. She’s fine.” She missed the
feel of him against her body. As she propped herself on her forearms, he
reached down and pulled her to her feet.
Sound like a good readed!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dora! I had a lot of fun writing this one!
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