Description:
A Siren Erotic Romance
When Rainey Ann
McKenna's dying husband asked her always to be there for his brother,
Tex McCoy, she had no idea that five years later her promise would bring
a murderer into her home. According to the conditions of his release,
for the next three months Tex will be on house arrest. Obligated by a
promise, Rainey Ann takes the gorgeous but dangerous felon in.
Tex
McCoy may have gone to jail for murder, but after a decade of being
incarcerated, he too is dead inside. Resurrecting any of Tex's
feelings—including the ones he once had for Rainey Ann McKenna—could be
fatal. In jail, he fantasized about Rainey Ann. Behind steel bars it was
acceptable to think of her in such a way, but in the real world, it's
dangerous.
Yet as desire awakens, Rainey Ann’s threat heightens.
After years of being locked up, Tex is ready to reclaim some control,
and his fantasy woman is only a touch away.
About the author:
Writing, what other way is there to describe it—it's Kelly's conviction. After working in the human health field profession for nearly two decades, Kelly's aware of how deficient many people's daily lives are of true human connection. Through her writing, she strives to reconnect readers with those all-too-rare feelings of unquenchable desire, heated passion, and splendid euphoria. The recipe for the men in her stories: dark and mysterious, strong and confident and, of course, besides magnificent bodies, and shameless aptitudes, they must have a heart you want to rip out of the pages (or your e-Reader) and take to bed with you at night.
Excerpt:
But being left
alone with Tex McCoy, the murderer, she found it difficult to summon her
characteristic stubbornness. She glanced up at him and saw him gazing out the
window. With him filling it, her normally decent-sized kitchen suddenly
appeared small. It seemed to shrink even more when his eyes slithered from the
window to her—so much so that it seemed to become devoid of oxygen, and her
breath caught in her throat. He took a step toward her. At that point, her
breathing seized altogether. His hand came out, nearing her face. Or was he
going for her throat? She panicked and gasped for air as if his hands were
already around her neck and squeezing. Was
he going to…strangle her? She slapped his hand away. “Don’t you dare touch me!”
He shoved his
hand into the pocket of his jeans. His eyes, if at all possible, became darker,
almost black, but his expression remained impassive. “You have dirt on your
face,” he said flatly and remotely, as if he’d expected her impulsive reaction.
“Oh.” Her hand
went to her cheek, the one he had planned to innocently wipe off for her. She
rubbed it, wondering if she’d overacted. What was she going to do when he
freely walked around her house, took a shower in her bathroom, or slept in the
bedroom below hers? Was she going to jump with every step he took? Was she
going to lay awake all night? And the shower—her shower. Rainey decided
thinking about Tex McCoy naked in the shower wasn’t a good idea. He was a
killer. But he already served his time, right? Was he…reformed? Wait, was she
really trying to rationalize here? It was manslaughter, not murder, right? And
he did claim self-defense. Right. Then why’d he brutally stab Curtis Watson
multiple times?
The questions
swarming through Rainey’s head were undoubtedly the same questions the jury had
asked. Their answer to that question had earned Tex the maximum sentence of fifteen years.
The unanswered question that remained was why Tex McCoy and Curtis Watson, a
hired hand who’d worked at the McCoy ranch three years prior to the murder, had
gotten into a brawl outside of the bar in the first place, the scuffle that
eventually led to Curtis’s death.
For the sake of
her son, Rainey had to believe Tex
was reformed. She had to trust he had no other choice and that he had a damn
good reason for killing Curtis Watson.
“Uh, I’ll show
you to your room,” she said, diverting her eyes from his so she could start
down the hallway. She couldn’t hear him behind her. She glanced over her
shoulder. He was right there, near and looming, with all the prowess and silent
pursuit of some sly, predatory panther. Her heart slammed into her chest wall.
She straightened her back, valiantly suffering through another panic attack. When
she reached the spare bedroom, she opened the door and walked in. “This used to
be my grandmother’s room. Nobody’s stayed in here since she died, but it has a
queen-sized bed, an empty dresser…” She stopped and turned, practically bumping
into him. Swallowing her insistent fear, she took a step back. “You do have
clothes, don’t you? I, um…well, I don’t see any luggage or a duffle bag.”
“Yeah, I have
clothes,” he said and moved forward, recapturing the distance she’d
intentionally placed between them. “My things will be dropped off later.”
“Oh,” she
breathed, backpedaling until she hit the wall. “Good.” Her body went still. He
was standing just inches from her. He wasn’t touching her, but she felt pinned
against the wall just the same.
He lifted his
hands and placed them alongside her head, resting them on the wall. Now, she
was literally pinned. His eyes drifted to her mouth, and every nerve trembled
from the inside out. She wanted to run. Her breathing seized, and her heart had
stopped midbeat. Fear was winning.
He leaned
forward, and his dark lashes lifted until his eyes met hers. “You look scared,”
he said, in a voice so low, ominous, and deep that it shook her insides.
She stood there,
speechless.
Ever so
slightly, like his menacing approach, his lip curled up. “That’s good,” he
said, swaying dangerously closer. “You should be, Rainey Ann.” His eyes ran
over her face. “In fact, you’d better take that fear and hold it real close.”
His hand came
from the wall, dark lashes lowering once more. He gazed at her lips. They were
quivering, but at that moment, Rainey couldn’t have cared less if he saw it.
She was terrified. Warm fingers scraped her shoulder, slithered up her nape,
and gripped around her neck. His fingers indented her skin, and being strangled
came back to mind.
“Or,” he said,
tilting in toward her ear, their bodies bordering lethal contact, “you could
give in to that fear right now and scream.”
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