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Tierney O'Malley

eXtasy Books

Excerpt:

He smelled like fresh soap. Julie noticed the tips of his hair were still wet. Tristan showered and changed into faded blue jeans with holes in the knees. His plain, white t- shirt hugged his body, emphasizing his flat as a board stomach and muscled chest. She nearly clicked her tongue in appreciation when she noticed Tristan's toes peeking under the hem of his pants. Man, she was a sucker for jeans and bare feet.

Julie thought he was the most drop dead gorgeous species who walked the earth.

"When will the brownies be ready?"

"As soon as they've cooled off. Why?"

"Come with me."

Before she could ask where, Tristan took hold of her hand and led her through the backdoor into the moonlit backyard. A soft breeze fanned her face, cooling her hot cheeks. After an hour of standing in the oven-heated kitchen, it felt wonderful to be outside where she could cool off. The spring night air felt so wonderful on her skin she just wanted to stand there forever.

Out here, the only sounds she could hear were the branches touching each other as they swayed gently, scattering of the night creatures—most likely squirrels or raccoons—and the breaking of twigs or branches. Through the trees' canopy, she glimpsed a star. As she stared, one by one, she saw more stars dotting the midnight sky like diamonds. It was beautiful. Julie took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's not safe to walk with your eyes closed?"

"You're holding my hand. I'll be okay. Just catch me if I fall."

"Do you think that's wise?" Julie opened her eyes. Intense blue eyes shining through reflective lights stared back at her. Something in those eyes made her hold her breath until her chest felt ready to explode. Hunger? Interest? Mirth? Or lust? She couldn't tell. All she knew was she couldn't stop staring at him. Like a moth to a light, he drew her in.

Being this close to Tristan was bad. He looked so dangerously handsome, capable of making scores of women fall in love with him. She shouldn't be out here with him, especially not in this romantic setting.

"No, falling is not wise." Especially falling in love with a Knight who obviously doesn't want to love again. "Where are we going? You're not thinking about pushing me off the cliff for pulling a joke on you, are you?"

Tristan's laughter ripped the quiet night. His shoulders still shook when he looked at her. "No, Julie Strawberry. I would never imagine doing anything like that. You're too beautiful to roll off the cliff."

Me, beautiful? Did he really say I am beautiful? Julie's heart reveled in his compliments. She'd been called beautiful before, but coming from Tristan, he gave the word a totally different meaning. Gah, she shouldn't make his comment into something it was not. "So if I had a wart on the tip of my nose and a chin that looked like a crescent moon, you would?"

"I'd have second thoughts for sure."

"You are one prejudiced doctor. So where are you taking me?" She knew he would never hurt her on purpose. The question was only to break the loud staccato beat of her heart that was making her ears buzz.

"I want to show you something. We'll be back in time for you to slice the brownies."

"They'll be looking for us. I'm supposed to play cards with your brothers and sister. We should go back." She tugged her hand, but Tristan only tightened his hold on her.

"Are you afraid of being alone with me?"

"Of course not. You're not going to transform into something, are you?"

"I might."

"Ha. Ha."

"I think you are thinking that I'll ravish you out here." Startled by his words, she tripped on her own feet.

Looking at Tristan, she searched her brain for an answer. "You need to hone your mind reading skills, Tristan, because I am far from thinking that you would do such a thing. I am not saying you are not capable of doing it. It's just, you wouldn't." He might not be a real knight of the round table, but he was as noble as any man could be.

"What makes you think that?"

"Because you weren't raised to disrespect women."

Tristan gave her a curt nod. "Keep walking, and open your eyes."

They walked along the grass-covered path with only the bright moon as their guide. Julie tripped on a root sticking out of the hard ground, but Tristan was quick to catch her.

"Are your eyes open?"

Julie pinched his side, laughing. "Don't be mean."

"Oww! What are you, a crab or something? Damn it, woman. That stings."

"Serves you right." She hid her grin by looking at the shadowed figures of the mountains that looked painted flat on a white canvas.

"Should I give you a piggyback ride to keep you from tripping?"

"Yeah, right. So both of us could land on our faces if you trip."

"I know this area like—"

"The back of your hands?" Julie interjected. She'd been writing for enough years that she knew to avoid the use of clichés.

"I was going to say a woman's body, but yeah… like the back of my hands."

"Why, because this is where you run away to escape from doing household chores?"

"I don't run away from my responsibilities—easy or not. My brothers and I used to come here to play Robin Hood, or soldiers. If we didn't carry swords, we had guns."

Julie imagined the brothers all wearing tights like Robin Hood, then giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"The image of you wearing white tights like Robin Hood."

"What's so funny about that? Robin is not a ballet dancer so he didn't show his tight buttocks and—"

"I get it."

"Anyway, Mom would always say go play and have fun, and she just emphasized that we come home together and without anything broken."

"So did you manage to come home from your thieving without anything broken?"

"Not all the time. Gawain broke his ankle one time jumping off a tree. Percival tripped while running, landed on his face, and broke his nose. Bors ran into a tree full speed and came home with a goose egg on his forehead."

"Aww, poor Bors."

Tristan scoffed. "He fell backward, bounced back up laughing, then took off running again. The man has cement for a skull."

"Good. He needs it, especially with his line of work. Aside from their bulletproof vests, all FBI Agents should wear something like a steel helmet for better protection."

"Mom and Dad said the same thing."

"I bet they worry about Bors a lot. Must be hard to have a son in the service."

"They do worry about Bors. In fact, about all of us." He paused. "Watch the log. Here, let me help you."

Before she could step over the log, Tristan had already clamped his hands on her waist, lifted her up, then swung her over like a child that weighed nothing. His touch made her breathless, like a girl of eighteen. After putting her back down, he grabbed her hand again. Julie felt stupid. Here she was, out of breath from his simple touch when he looked unaffected. It must be the setting that made her think and feel like a nincompoop.

"What about you? Did you break anything?"

"Yeah. I think it's impossible for rowdy boys not to get hurt once or twice."

"So what happened?"

Tristan stopped walking and faced her. He still held her hand, rubbing her wrist with his thumb. She wondered if he was aware he'd been doing it. Aware or not though, she liked it.

"I was twelve when it happened. My brothers and I were on our way home when I accidentally stepped in a hole. I fell sideways and landed on a broken branch that was as pointy as a spear. It pierced my side and nearly went through my back. My brothers told me if I hadn't kneeled and caught myself, the tip of the branch would have broken the skin on my back. So what happened was the skin formed a tent. It was freaky, they said. I was trussed like a pig."

"Oh no!" Horrifying images of a young Tristan formed in her head. Pain sliced through her as if she were actually seeing him. The thought of him as a young boy in pain, and maybe scared, brought tears to her eyes.

"Bors fetched Mom while Gawain and Percival stayed with me. Can't remember who held my hand and who wrapped one arm around me to keep me from falling. You see, I passed out."

Julie placed a hand on his arm. "I'm so sorry. No child should go through that kind of horrifying pain. And Katherine—she must have been worried sick." With subtlety, she wiped a tear that ran down her cheek.

"She was. When I woke up, I was already in my hospital bed. Everyone was there. Mom gave me a hug and dripped tears all over my face. She told me how much she loved me, over and over. After holding me tight for what seemed like hours, she began reciting my punishment."

"And they were?"

"I was grounded for a month and lost my allowance. No dessert for one week, and no TV, but my brothers would always sneak in brownies or pie, or baked cookies for me. Mom knew about it, but she didn't say anything. None of my brothers—Mom told me—watched TV."

"Aww…" Respect, love, and pride for his siblings rang loud in his tone. Tears welled in her eyes again. "You have wonderful brothers."

"I know." He shook his head as if in disbelief.

"And you're lucky the branch didn't…I mean, it was your side that was pierced, not your…"

"My heart?"

"Yeah. Or any other vital organ."

"I know. Wanna see my scar?"

Julie wasn't sure how she'd see the scar with only the moon as their light, but she nodded. Tristan lifted his shirt and pointed at the straight scar about three inches long. Without thinking, Julie touched the puckered skin with the tip of her index finger. The moment she touched him, Tristan sucked in his breath. She jerked her hand back. "Did I hurt you?"

****

"No." It wasn't pain he felt when she touched him. It was the opposite. Her simple touch made his body become even tauter. When he wrapped his fingers around her small waist, his body reacted swiftly and violently, and adding her touch, he was ready to unbutton his fly and whip out his cock. Standing this close to her, while staring in her wide green eyes, shining from tears, he might just do that. God, a simple touch and his dick hardened right away.

Baby, what have you done to me? What was so different about her from the other women he had dated? Well, to start with, she was funny, game, beautiful, smart, and a softie. Seeing the tears she tried to hide proved how soft hearted she was.

He'd told the same story to different women in the past, including his ex-wife, Carly. The only reaction he got was laughter and nonchalance. Unlike Julie. The prankster possessed a soft heart and she continued to impress him.

Somewhere an owl hooted, taking his mind off the beautiful woman standing before him. The way his body was reacting to Julie's nearness, he'd need more than an owl's distraction. Without a doubt, he was attracted to her physically. A feeling he must rein in before it turned into something else. Last thing he wanted in his life right now was to fall for his sister's best friend.

"We're almost at the spot I want you to see. Let's go." He squeezed Julie's hand and forced himself to look away.

The fragrance of spring blossoms carried by the breeze mingled with the fresh scent of Cedar trees. Tristan forced his mind to center on the environment he had loved so much since he was a boy, but the presence of a lovely woman beside him was stronger. He wanted to stop walking and take her in his arms, feel her soft curves and taste her constantly wet lips.

Why did he ask her to go for a walk with him? Oh yeah, my brothers wouldn't leave her alone, that's why. And she needed a break from baking brownies.

Right. Now keep walking, Tristan, and stop thinking about your throbbing dick.

They followed the worn path until they reached the thick Rhododendrons entwined with wild bushes. Tristan looked at Julie, then said, "Welcome to my private hideaway." He pushed aside a couple branches to make room for her to get through. "Go on."

Standing behind Julie, he heard her indrawn breath. He had that same reaction when he found this spot.

Even at night, the small clearing at the edge of the property looked like a small garden with the wild tulips, daffodils, violets, and dandelions scattered about, growing wildly and freely. Except for the spot beneath the old weather-battered evergreen tree—the area where he built the glass hut—this spot was untouched.

"Wow," Julie breathed the word. "It's like a vacation spot with a great view. And… My, I've never seen a glass hut like that before. Did you build it?"

"Yeah. Look inside."

Julie gave him a sly smile before walking toward the glass door. She pushed it open, stepped inside, then stood in the middle. She made a three sixty turn. "Oh, you can see the stars, the view, and not get cold."

Holding the glass door open, Tristan watched her. She looked like a princess in a glass cage. "That's the idea. I can spend hours here and never get tired of looking at the view. A lot of times, I'd fall asleep here."

"Thus the bed."

"Yup."

"What about during summer? Is it hot in here?"

He stepped inside the hut and shut the door. "Sometimes, but this is Washington. Summer is not as intense compared to other states, but in case it gets too hot, I had these blinds installed."

"If you roll them down, no one can see you in here."

"Got that right. And like the sunroof in a car, I can shut the sunlight off from beating down inside. This was supposed to be a gazebo, but squirrels camped here and made their nests up in the roof. And the spiders, man, I couldn't even sit down for a minute without one crawling on me."

"I hate spiders."

"I know." Tristan would never forget the day he teased her about a spider in the bathroom. The sound of her scream and the way she looked when she came out would stay forever in his brain. Feeling the sign of his body coming to life at the thought of Julie clad in a pair of sexy panties and bra, he focused his gaze on her collarbone. "Anyway, I thought about building a small cabin. Using wood didn't appeal to me. I wanted to be able to see the view, the stars, and everything around me. So I came up with this idea."

"I love it. It's like a small cabin built for two, complete with a bed and sink, but shaped like a hut. So unique. What about a bathroom? Don't tell me you use the bushes like Tarzan."

Tristan grinned. "I built an outhouse just behind the Cedar tree. Not made of glass, of course."

Julie did a pirouette, her hair flying as she did. "So beautiful."

"Without a doubt," he replied, but his gaze wasn't directed at the view of the magnificent mountains and glistening water of the Puget Sound. He was looking at the ethereal beauty standing only a foot away from him. She stood like a model and moved like one, too.

Julie turned to look at him. "You come here a lot?" She moved closer to the window, away from the bed.

Thank God. "Before I went away to college, I used to come here almost every day."

"Alone?"

"I've never brought anyone here but you."

Her eyes widened a bit. "Not even Carly?"

"No!" He said the word so sharply, even his own ears didn't like the sound of it. When he spoke again, he tried to soften his voice. "She never liked Orcas Island. It's a rural area. Too boring, quiet, cold, lacking. She missed the crowd and the nightlife, her friends. Carly saw the mountains as that—a mountain. She was never warm here. Never enjoyed being here."

"To each their own, Tristan. We can't make anyone like something we do, and the same thing for them."

"I know. That's why I gave this place up—to live in busy Manhattan. That's where she wanted to be, so there we stayed. But it wasn't good enough. After our divorce, I spent most of my waking hours here. The view, tranquility before sunrise and sunset, helped me clear my mind. This," he moved his hand, palm up, in a sweeping motion, "gave me reason to enjoy life again."

"Glad to hear that. So this place is your private solitude."

"My sanctuary."

"Why did you bring me here?"

There. She asked the question that had been nagging him. "I think it has to do with seeing you stare at the mountains and the Sound many times before. I figured, like me, you can see what I am seeing when I look around me."

Bullshit. If he were honest, he'd say he wanted her to be close to him. Closer than skin-to-skin.

"Thank you. You made me feel special." Her voice was as smooth as the surface of the water.

"You are special." It must have been the heater in the hut, but he could see her cheeks color, even with the pale moonlight. He tucked a loose tendril of hair behind her ear and touched her ear, causing her generously curved lips to part.

Tristan's body responded full force at the thought of what he could do with her lovely mouth. With her long slender legs, full breasts, and thick vivid lips, no one could argue that Julie was an attractive woman, but her inner person, the part of her that was kind and caring, loving and expressive, knowledgeable and funny, exciting and witty, made her a great package. The need to touch her lips was so strong he couldn't help but press his thumb to them. "And you are beautiful."

"Beautiful enough to be kissed?"

"Hell, yeah." Tristan's arm encircled her slim waist, one hand above the rise of her well-rounded ass. He smiled at the surprised look on her face before lowering his head for a kiss.

Julie didn't resist. She moaned against his mouth, both hands on the side of his head. Since their short embrace in the kitchen this afternoon, he'd been walking with a boner. He even considered spending time in the bathroom to ease his pain, but he knew his own hand would not douse his burning need to taste and touch Julie again. As long as she was around, there wouldn't be any solution to his problem but to touch her. Really touch her. Having Julie in the house was worse than watching a pornographic movie. Damn, they'd be staying together for a week. That meant a week of torture from having to walk around with a stiff dick.

Julie sucked his lower lip while he enjoyed her upper plump one. When she moved her mouth, he took advantage and plunged his tongue deep inside her warm mouth. God, she feels wonderful and tastes so damn good, too. She put her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

Tristan feasted on her mouth. He kissed her like a hungry man who spent years in isolation and was only given an hour to spend with a woman.

The appetites and passions of their bodies marked their kisses. When he finally left her warm mouth, he buried his head against her neck and sucked hard on her skin. He moved lower and kissed the silky smooth skin just above the rise of her breast.

He heard Julie whimper and the sexually exciting sound urged him to continue. He knew better though. Fuck. If he didn't stop now, he'd take her here on the custom-made bed big enough for two. He had the bed made so he could spend hours here. Now, if let his urges rule his head, he'd use it to make love—with Julie.

"Julie, love. We need to stop."

Julie combed his hair with her fingers, her nails scratching his scalp. "Why?"

"Because…" He hooked his thumbs on the hem of her shirt and lifted it. Through her white lace bra, he sucked her already hard nipple. It wasn't enough. Before he thought better of it, he unhooked her bra. As soon as the cups loosened, he lifted them to expose her exquisite breasts. He groaned. Just as he imagined…they were perfect. Pressing his face in between her breasts, he inhaled her scent. "Julie…"

"Yes. Please, don't stop."

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't. The moment was too good to let pass. Opening his mouth, he captured one nipple and sucked it gently while he massaged the other. Too good, he thought. And he wanted more.

Letting go of her breast, he followed the path down her belly. With his fingers pointing downward, he snaked them inside her jeans to cup her mound. Kissing her again, he whispered, "Julie, love. We really must stop now."

"No. I want this."

Growling into her mouth, he thrust his tongue so deep, he thought he'd spill his semen inside his pants. "Love, I want this, too."

In record time, he divested them both of their clothes.

All he wanted to do was throw her on the bed he strategically placed in the corner and make love with her savagely. Instead, he lowered her on top like the special woman she was. Without taking his gaze off her dark green eyes, he covered her body with his.

He hardened from the contact. She felt smooth and soft beneath him. Fuck, he was so hard it hurt. Driving deep inside her pussy was all he could think of, but he fought the urge. He'd make sure Julie reached her orgasm first.

"Kiss me," Julie whispered. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlit hut.

"Yes, baby. I'll kiss you—every part of you." Reclaiming her lips, he crushed her to him with shocking hunger. He had dreamed about this. Touching, kissing, and being alone with her. A dream that became his fantasy. His brain told him to end the moment, but his other head's dictate was stronger. Julie's hips grinding against him made it even harder to pull away from her. How could he resist the temptation from a willing woman? A woman he had wanted for so long? He slanted his head to better penetrate her mouth with his tongue.

Julie gripped his hair while she matched him kiss for kiss. Nudging her leg with his knee, he settled in between. He groaned against her neck when her long legs wrapped around his hips, locking their bodies together. The length of his throbbing dick pressed against her warm pussy. "You're driving me crazy."

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Aaron Hawke is a successful engineer, an overachiever, fiercely independent and cautious man. After eight years of being away, he comes home only to learn that his ex-fiancée who stabs his heart and left love’s bitter taste in his mouth is living and working in his grandfather’s mansion. Aaron quickly decided that she must leave. However, his grandfather’s will has made things complicated—Bronwyn can only leave when she has paid her debt.

Bronwyn Flaherty, a down-to-earth, honest, faithful chatelaine and utterly broke, is miserable. Aaron wants her to pay her debt or start packing. With her hands tied behind her back, she comes up with a solution—sex.

Bronwyn’s bold offer shocks Aaron, but he accepts it. He will use her whenever he gets a chance. Payback time.But two weeks into their agreed one month contract, he’s become entangled in his own seductive game.

My Top Ten Favorite Christmas CD's of all Time

Whether you enjoy more serious, standard inspirational holiday music or the fun more contemporary end of the music spectrum, I'm sure there is something on this list everyone will enjoy.

10. Handel's Messiah by the Bulgarian National Choir - Love this. If you've ever stood inside a choir while belting out the Hallelujah Chorus, you'd understand my love for this song. We preformed it when I was in high school and let me tell you, for a HS choir, we brought the goods. I've loved it ever since. Just brings me to tears every time.

9. Twisted Christmas by The Bob Rivers Group - I know, most of the songs are offensive, but all so freakin' funny. Come on, The Twelve Pains of Christmas is a classic.

8. More Twisted Christmas by The Bob Rivers Group - more of the same, but still on his game.

7. Christmas Island by Jimmy Buffet - It's Jimmy Buffet, enough said.

6. Christmas with the Rat Pack - That ultra cool trio of Frankie, Dino and Sammy. Come on, it doesn't get any smoother or better than that.

5. CBS Radio Christmas by Various Artists - These are just some really solid renditions of some holiday favorites along with some standard Christmas carols by some of the most beloved artists of the 50's and 60's. There are several CD's or downloads in the CBS collection. Check them out, you won't be sorry you did.

4. Boogie Woogie Christmas by The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The man is just so damn cool and talented beyond belief. The arrangements in this collection (there are two different CD's by the orchestra to choose from) are snappy, spirited and just plain fun.

3. Soundtrack from The Muppets Christmas Carol - Music and lyrics by Paul Williams - So clever and sweet and just all things muppety good.

2. Soundtrack from Nightmare Before Christmas by Danny Elfman - Anytime you put Danny Elfman on a project it's going to be awesome. Pair him with Tim Burton and it's a classic.

1. We Wish You a Merry Christmas by The Ray Coniff Singers - all right I went back a long way for this one. Back to my childhood. This was one of the few Christmas albums we had (yes, on vinyl - cause we really had nothing else back then) growing up. To me, this is Christmas. The arrangements are amazing. There is something very dire in recording on such songs as Ring Christmas Bells, O Holy Night and We Three Kings.

* bonus*

Anything by Sinatra. We have several of his Christmas CDs. Anything with his rendition of Jingle Bells is happening. I swear he was the first man to "scratch" on a record. When you hear the song, you'll understand why I say that. Also, The Christmas Waltz is one of my most favorite songs for the holiday season.

So may your season be filled with love, laughter and most of all music.

'Til next week!

-Kate

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The Romance Reviews gave Deep-seated Passion a five star review and also the reviewers Top Pick. To celebrate, I've decided to give away three copies of Deep-seated Passion. To win, simply click on the like button. If you don't have a Facebook account, email me at tierneyomalley AT frontier DOT come and your name will be added in the hat. :)Aaron Hawke is a successful engineer, an overachiever, fiercely independent and cautious man. After eight years of being away, he comes home only to learn that his ex-fiancée who stabs his heart and left love's bitter taste in his mouth is living and working in his grandfather's mansion. Aaron quickly decided that she must leave. However, his grandfather's will has made things complicated—Bronwyn can only leave when she has paid her debt.Bronwyn Flaherty, a down-to-earth, honest, faithful chatelaine and utterly broke, is miserable. Aaron wants her to pay her debt or start packing. With her hands tied behind her back, she comes up with a solution—sex.

Bronwyn's bold offer shocks Aaron, but he accepts it. He will use her whenever he gets a chance. Payback time.But two weeks into their agreed one month contract, he's become entangled in his own seductive game.