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….
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….
Even if she has to tie him to her bed.
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Taylor’s force field sprang to life. Shut up, General. Get out of my head!
Gracie banished the prick with a gentle grunt. Damn it. She had an adorable cuteness to her, a beauty that fell on Taylor like starlight or something. Of course, he was on his way out of this life. Dying guys saw stuff like starlight and beautiful women all the time, didn’t they?
Vanilla and cinnamon. That’s what the other fragrance was. Drawing in a deliberate slow breath of her, he let the scent calm him. Like this crazy demented woman, it seemed familiar, as if once upon a time it had been his favorite fragrance. His heart rate slowed. He looked up into the fierce but tender emotions on her pretty face. She alternated between licking her bottom lip and biting it.
This just might be the perfect way to die after all.
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