Hard as Stone (Passion in Paradise: The Men of the McKinnnon Sisters) (71 page)

Harmony saw stars
as she exploded around him again.  Tightening her arms around his neck, her
lips parted and his mouth covered hers, muffling her scream of completion. 

“Fuck, yes!” Jake
grunted against her mouth a second later as he felt his seed climbing up his
cock as he slammed into Harmony’s body.  “That’s it, darlin’!  Take my cock,”
he groaned, his spine tightening as his own release hurtled into him.  “God,
yes!” he roared, throwing back his head as his dick exploded, his seed bursting
from the tip and bathing Harmony’s pussy in blast after furious blast of his
essence.  He fucked her through the moment and groaned as he felt her cunt
contract once again, squeezing him with an exquisite intensity he’d never felt
in his life, like it was determined to milk every last drop of his seed from
his body and into hers. 

Gliding slowly in
and out of her sweet heat, he rained kisses against her lips and face as he
struggled to find his breath again before finally coming to rest between her
legs, still buried inside her.  Keeping his weight on his elbows, he lifting
his head to stare down into her satiated blue eyes.  “Jesus,” he breathed, awed
by the force of his release and his love for her. 

“No, my name is
Harmony,” she teased with a tiny smile. 

“Smartass.” He
chuckled, dropping his forehead to rest against her sweaty shoulder as his
chest heaved.  “I love you, Harmony,” he whispered against her ear when he
caught his breath.  “You’re mine, darlin’.”

“For now, forever
and always, Jacob,” Harmony whispered back as her arms enfolded him.  “I’m
yours.”

Settling against
his side as he rolled to his back, Harmony sighed and thought about her life. 
A bona fide romantic, she’d always dreamed that Fate would send her a white
knight of her very own to love and be loved by.   In all her fantasies, though,
she’d never imagined that Fate would send her white knight in the form of a
hard as stone, tattooed badass that rode into her fair town on a Harley.

Now, as she rested
in his arms, she had to admit that Fate might indeed be one fickle bitch, but
she also had one hell of a sense of humor and incredibly good taste.

She couldn’t wait
to find out what that crazy bitch threw at them next.

Whatever it was,
she knew, she’d face it beside the best man she’d ever met.

Her best friend.  Her
lover.  Her future husband.

Her Jake.

Yeah, Fate knew
exactly what she was doing.

And now… they
finally both had their Heaven together.

THE
END

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Eclipse of the Heart – Bonnie Tyler

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First, we want to
give our thanks to God – mostly because we managed to survive writing this book
without being overtaken by frogs or locusts descending on our houses or, most
importantly, being struck by lightning for some of the stuff we wrote.  Jokes
aside, it’s been a blast bringing this book to each of our readers, and without
Him and His help from above, none of it would have been possible.

Second, we want to
thank our husbands.  The writing tag team known as Sarah O’Rourke has been
blessed with two of the best guys in the world.  Each of us is married to
an amazing man that possesses the patience and sense of humor it takes to be
saddled with an author as a wife.  At the end of the day, we never
promised them a rose garden, but they managed to make the flowers grow anyway –
and that takes mad skills!  It doesn’t hurt that each of our real-life
heroes also know exactly how to handle his own true feisty heroine.

Third, we each
want to thank our kids.  Between the two gals that make up Sarah O’Rourke,
we have a brood of four hellions.  Thankfully, none of them seems to mind when
the voices in their mothers’ heads outscream them.  We must each let it be
known that no TRUE wail for help was ignored during the creation of this
novel.  Once we actually heard the cries, that is.  Yes, we are some
lucky mommas, indeed!

Fourth, I (Crazy
One) want to thank my mother, my biggest fan by far.  She’s been our
proofreader, our advocate, our cheerleader, our task master, and on occasions
where the situation warranted it, our critic.  Her honesty and kindness
continually amaze and humble me.  I mean, really, I’m not sure how many
mommas out there would actually tell their daughter, “Your book needs MORE
sex!”, but mine did!  And, as usual, she was right.  Then again, she
mostly always is right.  To sum up, my momma rocks HARD and I’ve been
blessed to have two parents that supported my dreams from the moment I was
born.

Fifth, I (Crazy
Two) want to give a shout out to my Momma and Daddy, who, without knowing
exactly what I write, have been supportive beyond measure.  For weeks at a
time, my mother helped care for my daughter (who has special health needs) so
that I could devote time to editing, promotions, etc.  There isn’t anyone else
that my hubby & I trust completely to care for our daughter except my
parents – and my little one thinks her grandparents rock!

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give a super shout-out to Miranda at Mommy’s a Book Whore Blog.  Without
you, we’d never have had the courage to get our work out there to the
masses.  You’re the best blog tour hostess an author could have!

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importantly!...we want to thank our READERS.  Without you, these stories
would be collecting dust on our hard drives.  Thank you for believing in
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God bless you all!

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Book Three in the Passion in Paradise Series – to be
released Winter 2014/2015

Wedged between her
toilet and tub, Patience McKinnon sat on the mosaic-tiled floor of her bathroom
and stared at the seemingly benign white stick she held pinched between her
fingers.  She prayed for the tiny screen to remain unchanged and therefore
harmless to her mental health.

Biting her full
lower lip as she squinted down at the test’s window, she held her breath. 
Moaning piteously as a faint, but unmistakable, pink plus sign appeared behind
the plastic display she thumped her head against the wall behind her. 
“Nonononono,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as she clutched the
offending stick in her hand.

Cracking one eyelid
a second later and taking a wary look at the stick again, Patience’s moan
turned into a wail.  The result had not changed despite the power of
positive thinking.  That was an inarguable pink plus sign.  “This is
not happening!  Fuck you, EPT!  Fuck you!” she spat, dropping the
most recent test next to the eleven others that lined the edge of the tub –
every single one of them mocking her with their positive results.

Rifling through the
empty Dasani water bottles and pregnancy test directions littering the floor,
she frantically searched for the plastic bag that held the untaken pregnancy
tests.  Finally gripping the blue and white Clearblue Easy box in her
hand, she yanked it out of the bag, throwing the plastic to the side.  Staring
down at the cardboard in her hand, she swallowed.  Hard.

EPT had done her
wrong.  First Response had let her down.  Answer had let her with
only more questions.  And AccuClear was obviously confused.

Clearblue Easy was
her last hope.  Her only hope.

Tearing at the
box’s flaps, she dumped the plain test stick in her hand and stared at
it.  “Okay,” she whispered, taking careful deep breaths as she stared down
at the innocuous piece of plastic in her hand.  “Here it is,” she
continued, speaking to the stick like it was a sentient being.  “I’m not
mother material.  Ask anybody.  My sisters.  My niece.  My
pastor.  My OB-GYN, for cripes sake.  He’ll tell you!  He’ll
even shout it from the rooftop.  I am not the type of human being that
should breed.  Ever!” 

Taking another deep
breath, she lifted the stick to eye level.   “See, there are two
teams facing off in this bathroom right now.  Your compatriots over
there,” she said, jerking her thumb toward the line of positive pregnancy
tests, “they’re all on Team Baby.  Don’t know why.  Obviously they
didn’t do their research about me and my minimal maternal instincts.  And
by minimal, I mean non-existent.  I kill plants.  Goldfish are goners
in my care.   When I was a kid, I had a cat.  It put me up for
adoption.  My fault, too, I guess.  I didn’t exactly share anything
other than a golden shower with your friends over there,” Patience noted,
nodding toward the tub.  “My bad.  I should have been more
forthcoming.   But you…you I’m giving respect.  I’m being
upfront and forthright about all the pertinent facts.  That’s why you need
to be on Team Barren.  Team Barren is all about population control and
keeping women that should not be mothers in any universe from bringing small
people into the world that will be dependent on them for every whim and
whimper.  In my world, an empty womb is a happy womb.” 

She paused for a
long moment, then drew in a final full breath.  “So, I want you to ignore
the peer pressure from your pregnancy pals over here,” she demanded, sweeping a
hand toward the neat row of tests on the ceramic ledge of the tub. “Stand firm
in the face of adversity.  Sometimes being negative is a positive for all
parties involved,” she stated, pleading her case to the inanimate object with a
passion that would make any judge proud. 

Staring at the
white stick a moment longer, Patience shook her head as she realized that she
was, indeed, losing it.  Hell, she’d lost it that night four weeks ago
when she said, ‘Yes, please!’ rather than ‘Hell, no!’ 

Such was the influence
that Abel Turner could wield when he set his devious mind to something. 

The fact that the
attorney possessed a wickedly talented tongue not only inside the confines of
the courtroom, but out of it, too, hadn’t hurt where his seduction scheme had
been concerned, either.

Oh, he’d gotten his
do-over with her a month ago, proving without a doubt that his penis possessed
magical powers – so much so that it appeared he’d impregnated her!

Unless a dozen
tests were wrong.

Dropping her gaze
back to the one untaken exam she had left, she squared her shoulders. 

“Lucky number 13,”
she muttered, climbing back to her feet and moving to the toilet.  “Don’t
fail me now.”  Quickly, she did her business, setting the stick on the
sink to wait the mandatory three minutes for a result.  Flushing the
commode and rinsing her hands, she stared at her pale reflection in the mirror
and wondered how this was happening to her.

She was careful,
dammit; she’d been on the all-powerful birth control pill since she was sixteen
years old.  Not that she’d needed it.  Nope, she’d just wanted to be
prepared.  Contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t easy.  People just
assumed that somebody as outspoken and opinionated about sex as she was
naturally was actually indulging in America’s favorite pastime.

Their
mistake.  She just never bothered correcting them.

For her part, she’d
always been so selective about who she invited into her vagina; therefore, it
was mystifying how she had absolutely no input whatsoever as to who came out of
it.  Hell, despite her diversified dating history and wicked reputation,
she’d asked exactly one man to partake in a bite of her cookie.

One man!

Sure, she’d
extended the invitation two times, but the first time had been a complete
dud.  She’d been a virgin and he’d been…for lack of a better word,
disappointing.  Her first sexual experience had been awkward,
uncomfortable and yeah – you guessed it – a dud.  He’d been drunk, she’d
been a novice and things had gone downhill from there.  Oh well, live and
learn, right?