Irish Winters is an award-winning author who dabbles in poetry,
grandchildren, and rarely (as in extremely rarely) the kitchen. More prone to
be outdoors than in, she grew up the quintessential tomboy on a farm in rural Wisconsin,
spent her teenage years in the Pacific Northwest, but calls the Wasatch Mountains
of Northern Utah home. For now.
The wife of one handsome husband and mother of three perfect sons,
Irish divides her time between writing at home, and travelling the country with
her man while – writing. (Seriously, what else?)
She believes in making every day count for something, and follows the
wise admonition of her mother to, “Look out the window and see something!”
Website - http://www.irishwinters.com
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Some covert missions take place deep inside a guy….
Stoic ex-Marine, Taylor Armstrong, survived his arrogant father and one too many deployments. Battered and disillusioned, he’s built a wall to keep the world at bay. His rule is simple: a man can’t lose a friend he’s never made. It works—until an arrow rips into his chest and changes everything he knew about his father. His mother. Himself….
Stoic ex-Marine, Taylor Armstrong, survived his arrogant father and one too many deployments. Battered and disillusioned, he’s built a wall to keep the world at bay. His rule is simple: a man can’t lose a friend he’s never made. It works—until an arrow rips into his chest and changes everything he knew about his father. His mother. Himself….
She never gave up…
Gracie Fox has loved Taylor since the fateful day he was ripped from her life as a four-year old. He has no memory of her or the loving family that was forced to give him up. It seems he’ll never know—until the ancient rite of revenge, the blood hunt, collides with his carefully structured life and drops him into Gracie’s life again. She seizes the chance, determined he will remember….
Gracie Fox has loved Taylor since the fateful day he was ripped from her life as a four-year old. He has no memory of her or the loving family that was forced to give him up. It seems he’ll never know—until the ancient rite of revenge, the blood hunt, collides with his carefully structured life and drops him into Gracie’s life again. She seizes the chance, determined he will remember….
Even if she has to tie him to her bed.
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Excerpt
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He listened and waited for a chance to escape, but something about his
predicament made him want to stay. The long strands of hair in his face for one
thing. They tickled, but smelled good. Flowery. Feminine. Good deal.
The fact that a woman held him for
another, her head facing away from him. The breeze whipped her hair in soft
swirls. It danced across his chest and face, lulling him into peace. The sad
melody thrumming through her body soothed, an odd sensation for a guy who’s
used to jackhammering artillery and muzzle flash. RPGs. IEDs. All those other
noisy making sons of bitches.
Whoever this gal was who had a hold
of him, she cut a slender profile against the dark night sky and starlight
overhead. Her hand was warm and gentle on his forehead, the other across his
collarbone, cradling him on her lap to lessen the sway of the ride. He turned
into her shirt, just to inhale something besides the smell of his own sweat,
and blood.
Her hold tightened. She curled her
body around him. “You’re safe now.”
He dared to believe.
Character casting
for TAYLOR:
I always hesitate to restrict a
readers imagination, but if I have to...
Taylor - Taylor Kitsch
Gracie - Jordana Brewster
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