LOGINMac saw her eyes burst into flame, just jump to life. His hand stilled, and his cock stiffened. “There you are, babe,” he whispered. “I knew you were still in there somewhere.” Her eyes sparked again. “Shane…” “Nuh-uh.” His voice was husky and dark. “Don’t say anything – just keep looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like I’m buried deep inside you, and you’re just about to come.” **** Four years ago, Miranda Campbell – once Miranda Kane – walked away from the only man she ever loved. Not because she wanted to, but because staying would have gotten him killed. She vanished to protect Shane MacIntyre, rebuilding her life in secrecy and fear. When fate throws them back together and Shane demands the truth, Mirrie knows she can’t run anymore. It’s time to tell him who she really is, and why loving her was never safe. Shane “Mac” MacIntyre doesn’t believe in attachments. The woman who broke him disappeared without a word, leaving behind a life of hard work and harder one-night stands. Seeing Mirrie again changes everything. He’ll fight monsters, enemies, and fate itself to keep her alive and bring her back to him. But some dangers don’t forgive bravery. And if Shane survives what’s coming, he may still lose Mirrie...for risking everything she sacrificed to save him.
View MoreHe reached for his jeans, grabbed the condom from his wallet. He rolled it on, then flipped Mirrie over and on to her stomach. Her arms were extended above her, her hands in fists on the carpeted floor. He covered her with his entire body, nudging her legs open with his knees. She lifted her hips slightly to make it easier for him, and with one impatient movement of his hips, he sank his full length into her.Mirrie cried out, and Shane covered her hands with his, lowered his mouth to her ear.“I got you, babe,” he murmured. “I'm right here.”“Oh, God,” she said, her voice breaking. “Oh, Shane...”His thrusts were gentle, slow, deep. She moved under him, loving how that broad chest pushed her down, held her in place. She was bracketed by his muscular arms, clenched between his strong thighs, and she felt impossibly tiny and feminine, even as she felt safe and loved. Shane ran his tongue over her throat, tracing the forget-me-nots delicately, and she shuddered.A burst of color over th
“I know you’d have been scared and worried, babe. You’d have stayed up all night, and been beside yourself. But you’d have done all that knowing that if I never came back to you, you had nothing left undone. Nothing unsaid between us. You’d have had that comfort, at least. And I think that’s all you’d have needed to pull you through.”“Yes,” she whispered.“…Yes?”“Yes. You do get it.”“Yeah.” He pulled back to look into those violet eyes. “I do.”She touched him now, ran her fingertips along his bruised cheekbone. Her touch was delicate and tender, and he closed his eyes, weak with gratitude.“Does this hurt?” she asked.“A bit,” he said, his eyes still closed. “It’s OK.”“What about the rest of your injuries?”“Fine.”“Your back?”He looked at her now. “Well… a bit sore. Joker and Doors really let me have it.”She nodded. “Can I – can I see?”His breath stopped dead in his chest. “You want me to take off my shirt?”“Oh, yeah, babe.” Her smile was pure, perfect beauty. “Take off your
The next night, Mac stood in his cabin living room, staring unseeing out of the windows at the approaching early-autumn sunset. She hadn’t shown up the night before, she hadn’t shown up that day, and now Mac faced another sleepless night of waiting and wondering. Of trying to hold on to hope but slowly, steadily dying inside, one small piece at a time.It was harder than he’d thought it would be, sitting up here and waiting for Mirrie. It had thrown him straight back to four years before, to that devastating weekend of frantic phone calls to Mirrie’s cell and to the police. He hadn’t slept a wink that whole time, he remembered now, and this weekend seemed to be going the same way.When he heard the car engine on the road outside, his breath caught. Every sense in his body prickling and vibrating, he stood on the front porch, listening with every inch of his being. And when he saw her car come around the bend and pull slowly into his driveway, Mac seriously thought he might pass out fr
Naomi gave him a narrow look. “No.”He shut his eyes. “Thank Christ.”“She’s been coming to more meetings than usual,” Naomi said. “She’s been asking for help more. Neil is her sponsor again, and I know they meet and talk a few times a week. She’s got good support.”Mac stared at her, taken aback at Naomi’s wording. What did she mean that Mirrie was coming to more meetings than usual? When she put it that way, it sounded like Naomi was at the meetings too.Naomi saw the half-formed intuition in his blue eyes, and she smiled. “You don’t know how Mirrie and I met, do you?”He shook his head.“She’s my sponsor.”“She’s…” Mac stared down at her. “You’re in AA?”“Yes.”“Oh, God.” Mac suddenly thought of all the times that he’d tried to buy Naomi a drink, the times that he’d teased her about drinking juice and not wine. “Oh, fuck, Naomi. I didn’t know. I’m sorry…”“It’s OK,” she said. “You know now.”“Honey.” He touched her hand gently. “You amaze me.”Startled, surprised, she gave him a qui
“No,” she said again. “It’s not that simple. What – King would have bodyguards follow me and Shane around for a few weeks? All Dad and Donovan would do was lay low until the bodyguards went away, then they’d make their move.”“Right.” Neil paused. “Yeah. I guess living under protection permanently
“No,” she said, trying to fight down her panic. “No, you haven’t because if you had, you’d have heard the part about how they told me to never make contact with you again. Donovan specifically told me to never tell you any of what I just told you.”“So?”“So?” Mirrie raised her voice. “So if they a
“I stopped to say goodbye to a friend of mine before I left, but I was a fucking hungover wreck. He saw how upset I was, and he pushed and prodded until I finally broke, and told him everything. He told me to stay if I wanted to, that he’d take care of The Fallen Angels.”Mac’s eyebrows shot up. “H
He was silent, trying not to imagine what it had been like for her to stand there, waiting for those punches. Knowing that once one man had finished, another one was waiting to step up and take his turn. Even when she’d been down on the ground and bleeding and half-conscious, they’d have carried on
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