Book Title: No Going Back / Angel to the Rescue Author: Petie McCarty Hosted by: Book Enthusiast PromotionsNo Going Back: Kellen Brand's inheritance turns out to be a whopper -- one dilapidated farm in West Virginia and one guardian angel! Since Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside, she vows to sell her farm and quick. Her handsome and reclusive neighbor Luke Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family's secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than once. Unfortunately, Kellen can't seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It's her only hope of staying alive. Unless her mother really did leave her a guardian angel… ____________________________________________________________ Angel to the Rescue: Child psychologist Rachel Kelly isn't quite sure how to handle the situation with her newest client -- a six-year-old boy who says he can talk to angels and one is coming to help Rachel. She already has her hands full of trouble this Christmas season, and things quickly take a turn for the worse when a stalker crashes Rachel's Christmas party and takes her young clients hostage. Police negotiator, Lt. Jake Dillon, walked away from his fiancée Rachel when she suddenly balked at having kids. His kids. Yet when the hostage crisis erupts, Rachel calls Jake first. Now he has a choice to make -- stand back and wait for the cavalry to save Rachel or step in and try to save her himself. Time is running out, and Jake may be their only chance for rescue. Unless Rachel's little angel-spying client is telling the truth…
Angel To The Rescue [Rachel goes to Jake's apartment]Rachel raised a finger to press the doorbell, and the front door jerked open. Startled, she jumped back. "Are you gonna ring the damn bell or just stare at it all afternoon?" a grizzled-looking Jake asked. His hair stuck out all over, and he had a two-day growth of beard that gave him a dangerous look -- that and the black tee-shirt and sweats he had on. He bent down until they were almost nose to nose. "Well?" "Oh… Um… Y-yes, I was going to press the bell, but now the door's open." He straightened, his expression grim. "First Wally and now you." "What?" "Wally came by earlier to save me from my depressing thoughts." He stepped back and held the door wide. "I assume that's why you're here. You coming in?" "Oh, yes." Her heart was beating so hard she feared he could see the pulse vibrate in her neck. He looked so sexy all rumpled up like that, and her fingertips started tingling again -- wanting to touch him anywhere to complete the connection. She stepped past him and reminded herself she was only here today as a friend and a counselor. As though he read her mind, Jake said, "You'd only come to my apartment if you thought I was sick or needed help, right?" "Yes -- I mean, no." She turned to face him and saw the pain in his eyes. "I mean, I--" Pain from the Buckhead crisis or pain from her? "Which is it?" he asked flatly. She should have known this wouldn't be easy. "I went by the station first." That apparently surprised him. He recovered quickly. "I'm still waiting for the why." "You'd called in sick. I wanted to see if you needed--" "Needed what, Rachel? You?" He closed the door, and the room suddenly seemed quite small. And quite dark -- all the blinds were pulled and the only light came from the nearby television. "I thought maybe you'd need to talk about--" She stopped. He had taken two steps closer, and she couldn't think. She took a deep and very audible breath. "You've never been at a loss for words before, Rachel." "We've never been broken up before," she blurted. His eyes widened noticeably, then darkened. At least she thought they did -- tough to tell by TV light. "You're right," he said hoarsely. "How do you like it?" "I don't." "Me neither," he growled. Stay on track. Remember why you're here. "Jake, I came by to see you because of the Buckhead crisis." "I figured as much." She could've sworn he looked disappointed for a fleeting moment. That gave her the courage to go on. "To offer my shoulder--" "To cry on?" he sneered. "No! To lean on. Please don't be ugly." "I can't help it. You broke us up." Incredulous, she gaped at him. "Me! Must I remind you? You left me." He closed the distance between them -- so close she could feel his body heat. "You let me leave," he said gruffly. "I didn't--" "You let me leave," he repeated his face only inches away. His unique Jake scent wafted over her. She wanted to smother in it. She wanted... "I didn't want you to go," she whispered. She felt his arms slide around her at the moment his lips touched hers. No gentle kiss this. It spoke of need and desperation. His -- hers -- she didn't know for sure. She just wanted to cry from the relief of having his arms around her again. She knuckled her fists into his warm tee shirt and tried to pull him closer, but the shirt was old and stretched unmercifully. She felt his lips smile against hers as he grabbed a breath and then kissed her again, his tongue sweeping in to stroke hers. She could die from his wonderful familiar taste. She gave up on the shirt and wound her arms around his neck to pull him closer, to pull him into her if she could. Suddenly, she felt his hands at her hips pressing her back, and she shamelessly hung on tighter. He reached up and pulled her hands down and then kissed each one. His eyes were almost black. No doubt a reflection of hers. "Like coming home, isn't it?" he rasped, his voice so hoarse it came out as a whisper. Unable to get words past the lump forming in her throat, she could only nod happily and rested her forehead against his chest.
Petie spent a large part of her career working as a biologist at Walt Disney World -- "The Most Magical Place on Earth" -- where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job in order to write her stories full-time.Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue. Petie has five books published with Desert Breeze, including her Mystery Angel Romance series, and her newest release, Cinderella Busted, is with Soul Mate Publishing. Visit Petie's web site online at http://www.petiemccarty.com or her Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/petie.mccarty.
ANGEL TO THE RESCUE
NO GOING BACK