had been searching for his birth mother, Mac aims to finish the job
by finding the grandmother he never knew. His quest leads him to
Templeton Cove—and a firecracker of a woman who instantly
jump-starts his tortured heart.
their sizzling connection comes with a side of suspicion for Kate,
who doesn’t trust this brooding stranger in her town. Mac arrived
with no plans to stay, but as he falls for Kate, he wonders how he
could ever possibly leave.
an invisible aphrodisiac on her newly ignited libido. She took another sip of her drink, her heart racing and her body on fire. He looked at her as though he had X-ray vision…or the ability to make her want to strip without the request even passing his lips. Every inch of her body was
intensely aware of him and she didn’t like it. Not one tiny bit.Good looks and even better bodies were not to be trusted. This guy could be just as much of a cheater as her ex. Even more so, if his killer smile was anything to go by. She couldn’t imagine a woman not being affected by it. So why did she want to keep looking at him?He leaned his elbow on the bar and faced her. “So…” He took a sip of his drink. “Do you
live around here?”
Feigning nonchalance, she sat straighter on her stool and drew forth as much of a welcome attitude as she could. It wasn’t this stranger’s fault he’d attracted and intrigued her in
one very dangerous blow. “Yes.”
He smiled. “That’s all I get?”
“That’s all you get.” She returned his smile, her body relaxing a little. His voice was rich and deep and had the same warming effect on her as a shot of whiskey on a cold night. “That is,
until I know a little more about you.”
“Shoot.” He drank. “Ask me anything you want.”
“Okay…” Her gaze dropped frustratingly to his mouth, most likely quashing her nonchalance in a heartbeat. She shifted on her seat and lifted her gaze to his…although his eyes were by no means a safer option. She cleared her throat. “What brings you to the Cove?”
His gaze locked on hers and the seconds ticked by. His blue eyes darkened as his smile faltered.
Kate raised her eyebrows, curiosity whispering through her. “Was that not a good
question to start with?”
He flitted his focus to the band once more. “I’m looking for work.”
She frowned. “In Templeton?”
“It’s as good a place as any, isn’t it?”
She hazarded a guess that the shift in his tone was meant to induce a throw away question, to make her believe it was no big deal why he was in Templeton. Little did Mr. Bad Boy know, she was blessed—or sometimes cursed—with the innate ability to read between the lines, to sense when something wasn’t quite right with people or situations. Her senses pinged to high alert with this guy at the sudden stiffness in his body, the way his jaw had set. His easy demeanor of a moment before had been replaced with clear defensiveness.
Bath in the UK. Here first novel was published in 2007. Since then,
she’s had several books published with small presses and since 2012
has written mainstream romance and romantic suspense for Harlequin
Superromance (Templeton Cove Stories) and Victorian romance for
Association and Romance Writers of America, When she isn’t writing,
you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful
English countryside with her family. Her dream place to live is
Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England. And in the evening? Well,
a well-deserved glass of wine is never, ever refused…
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