Irish Winters is an award-winning author who dabbles in poetry,
grandchildren, and rarely (as in extremely rarely) the kitchen. More prone to
be outdoors than in, she grew up the quintessential tomboy on a farm in rural Wisconsin,
spent her teenage years in the Pacific Northwest, but calls the Wasatch Mountains
of Northern Utah home. For now.
The wife of one handsome husband and mother of three perfect sons,
Irish divides her time between writing at home, and travelling the country with
her man while – writing. (Seriously, what else?)
She believes in making every day count for something, and follows the
wise admonition of her mother to, “Look out the window and see something!”
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Some covert missions take place deep inside a guy….
Stoic ex-Marine, Taylor Armstrong, survived his arrogant father and one too many deployments. Battered and disillusioned, he’s built a wall to keep the world at bay. His rule is simple: a man can’t lose a friend he’s never made. It works—until an arrow rips into his chest and changes everything he knew about his father. His mother. Himself….
Stoic ex-Marine, Taylor Armstrong, survived his arrogant father and one too many deployments. Battered and disillusioned, he’s built a wall to keep the world at bay. His rule is simple: a man can’t lose a friend he’s never made. It works—until an arrow rips into his chest and changes everything he knew about his father. His mother. Himself….
She never gave up…
Gracie Fox has loved Taylor since the fateful day he was ripped from her life as a four-year old. He has no memory of her or the loving family that was forced to give him up. It seems he’ll never know—until the ancient rite of revenge, the blood hunt, collides with his carefully structured life and drops him into Gracie’s life again. She seizes the chance, determined he will remember….
Gracie Fox has loved Taylor since the fateful day he was ripped from her life as a four-year old. He has no memory of her or the loving family that was forced to give him up. It seems he’ll never know—until the ancient rite of revenge, the blood hunt, collides with his carefully structured life and drops him into Gracie’s life again. She seizes the chance, determined he will remember….
Even if she has to tie him to her bed.
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Excerpt
She stilled his
wandering fingers. “But you have to promise you’ll be very careful while we—”
“I promise already.” He raised his right hand to her
first. Suddenly, she was the warden and he her willing captive again.
Gracie peeled the tape and gauze away with a provocative
smile. Un-bandaging became undressing. With every loop that dropped away, the
fire stoked hotter. Her eyes darkened.
“More,” he growled. “God Almighty, I’ve been waiting for
you all of my life.”
She gulped. Her eyes softened. “No, Taylor Michael White
Hawk Armstrong. I’ve been waiting for you all
of my life.”
And everything went south. Freeze frame. “Me?” As
in only me?
“Did I do something wrong?” She bit her lower lip in that
adorable way she had.
The lust to claim her fell silent to the need to—truly
love her.
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