Title: The Luckiest
Author: Wendy Owens
Genre: NA Contemporary
Romance
Blurb (Unedited):
Once
upon a time Mackenzie Phillips thought she’d found her happily ever after. She
had married her high school sweetheart and had started her perfect family. But
one tragic night Mac’s perfect life was ripped away from her, leaving her beautiful
fairy tale existence in ruins.
When
everything worth living for is suddenly taken from you, how do you keep going?
People told her how lucky she was just to be alive after that night, but she
didn’t agree.
Years
passed with Mac living in a fog, until another unfortunate turn of events
placed her world on its head once again. Now, still carrying the tender wounds
of her past, this widow has to face the realities of life again.
Broken
and truly alone, she must find work. In walks her new employer, Dean Johnson, a
guy who is just broken enough himself, that she thinks he might actually be
able to understand her. But Mac soon discovers that that bond with Dean may
instead force her to face demons she isn’t yet ready to deal with.
Author Bio:
Wendy Owens is a writer, born in the small college town, Oxford Ohio.
After attending Miami University, Wendy went onto a career in the visual
arts. After several years of creating and selling her own artwork she
gave her first love, writing, a try. It’s become a passion ever since.
Wendy now happily spends her days writing the stories her characters
guide her to tell, admitting even she doesn’t always know where that might
lead. Her first series, The Guardians, is a YA fantasy series about angel
and human hybrids.
Since then she has
branched into NA Contemporary Romance and released titles to include Stubborn
Love, Only In Dreams, and Do Anything. Her next romance, The Luckiest is
scheduled to be released in July 2014.
When she’s not writing,
this dog lover can be found spending time with her tech geek husband, their
three amazing kids, and two pups. She loves to cook and is a film
fanatic.
If you want to follow
her on social media you can visit:
Excerpt:
I glance in, but the box
is dark inside all of the tissue paper. My hands retrieve the first item.
“Buckeyes!” I exclaim.
“I can see why she’s
your best friend.” Dean leans on one elbow, watching me explore the contents
one by one.
I reach in, continuing
to pull out items—a black hair scarf with cherries, a pair of earrings from one
of my favorite local jewelry designers in Cincinnati, Abbi Glines’s newest
steamy romance. My cheeks go hot as Dean sees the cover, lifting his eyebrows.
“Well, I think that’s
it,” I say, lifting the box, the sound of something shifting inside catching my
attention. “Oh, there’s something else.”
I reach in, and as I do,
I can feel Dean’s eyes locked on me. I feel something long and cool slip into
my hand. Locking my fingers around it, I let the box fall away. Instantly, I
see Dean straighten up, a half-cocked grin on his face.
Much to my horror, I
look down to see a pink rubber penis-shaped device in my hand. I freeze, but my
cheeks are on fire. All I can think about is the different ways I am going to
torture Monica before I kill her.
“I can explain,” I
begin. I’ll tell him she’s crazy—like actually certifiable.
He’s still grinning at
me as he gives me a slight nod. He closes the gap between us even more.
“You know, I can help
with that,” he offers, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s serious, or perhaps
maybe I’m wishing.
“You think I’m that
easy?” I hit the ball squarely back to him. I consider licking my lips, but
worry that may be over the top. I’m looking directly at him, and damn, he’s
incredible.
“A guy can hope.” He
pauses, playfully lifting an eyebrow. “Can’t he?”
I grin. In fact, I can’t
do anything but grin. He moves closer, and I glance down, realizing I’m still
holding the device. My breath hitches, but he still moves closer. He’s facing
me, never moving those gorgeous blue eyes away from me. He slides his arm
around my waist, and as he presses himself against me, I’m sure I can feel an
erection. This surprises me, and my hand releases the dildo, which falls to the
floor with a thud.
“What’s wrong? Can’t
contain your excitement around me?” he whispers, his breath warm on my neck,
just below my ear.
My mouth is watering, my
heartbeat quickens, and my head is now spinning. I pull back, the distance
giving me a slight bit of clarity. The idea of this kind of pleasure is
tempting. The bulge in his jeans tells me he is interested.
In an attempt to
casually conceal the pink rubber shaft, I use the toe of my platform sandals to
kick it under a nearby chair. Dean cocks a brow, his face shifts, and he laughs
softly.
“What?” I shrug
innocently.
“Did you just kick a dick under a chair?” He’s still laughing.
“Watch it, or I might
make a habit of it.”
“Ouch,” he hisses, then winces, grabbing himself as if he were imagining the
attack.
My eyes dart past his
shoulder, where Storm is coming up the stairs. She has on her headphones,
staring at the face of her phone. I nod my head at Dean, indicating we’re no
longer alone. I shift, moving to walk past him. He grabs my hip, pulling me
into his grasp.
“We’ll continue this
later,” he promises. He takes my hand and leads me past Storm and out of the
bus without a word. I wonder if she can tell what had been transpiring from the
look on my face.
As we move around the
side of the bus, I feel his hand shift to the small of my back. It’s like he
knows all the places to touch me to drive me absolutely insane.
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