Their Mating Illusion [Paranormal Protection Unit 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (21 page)

“I will do that, mainly because she will want the name put on the paperwork finally,” he said. Leaning in, Quincy kissed her gently before stepping back and looking to Rory and his two goons. “No one takes their eyes off her from the eyes up. Anything below her nose and you’ll be singing soprano for the rest of your existence as a eunuch.” Seeing their understanding, Quincy left the room to go and hunt down the doctor.

Maya shook her head and smiled. “He means it boys,” she told the men. “But that’s okay. I love him like wild so he’s allowed to make those threats.” Because she sure as hell would make them to women as well. No question about it.

Rory swallowed hard as he reconsidered his offer to take on the gig of watching the little man. But he liked the baby and the kid liked him so it really wouldn’t be all bad. He did make sure that his gaze was well over her head though. No need to take any chances.

Maya watched the way that Rory reacted but only grinned. Rocking, she looked down at her son, who was grinning up at her, as if he knew what was happening around him as well. Lifting him, she placed him on her shoulder and then burped him. When he let out an impressive burp, she laughed. “Good job, baby boy.” Maya knew in that moment that they would have many moments of absolute joy in their lives and that was something she honestly looked forward to.

THE END

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Born in the midseventies, this thirty-something woman has only been writing for the last six years of her life, faithfully that is. Honor has always been scribbling a phrase, a curious word, or the oddest of thoughts down on anything she could find lying about. Now she piles them up before her, and if one catches her fancy, she further explores it to whatever its end might be.

A lover of books, her reading material spans from Shakespeare to mysteries and all the way to the erotic. Anything and everything she can get her hands on she’ll read. Though, these days, she leans more toward the paranormal than anything else.

Poetry was her first love, lasting about three solid years. Don’t ask, she won’t show many of them to anyone. Then short stories became the focus, and finally she began to write for more than just writing what came to mind. She started to write for pleasure and to tell the story that begged to be told.

Life and family came next. Working full-time as a customer service representative and raising two children got in the way, and the writing that she so loved as a teenager seemed to be pushed off to the back burner of everything.

So several years passed, and her children turned into more than the babies that demanded her attention and into young children and then teenagers with different demands, ones that allowed her to once more spread her imagination to the wind and ask for more, want more.

As with all great things, the door to her notebook-written world might have been closed and placed on hold, but where a door closes another one opens, and in this case it was with the advent of buying a computer.

Honor spends many a sleepless night pounding at the keyboard.

She is a consummate professional in her daytime career. However, at night, her visions swing to the fantastical, and in those long hours after the children and husband are in bed, she weaves together words and blends up stories that not only bring a whole new meaning to romance, but sizzle the pages with a heat that will have the readers begging for more.

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