Once upon a time Mackenzie Phillips thought shed found her happily ever after. She had married her high school sweetheart and had started her perfect family. But one tragic night Macs perfect life was ripped away from her, leaving her beautiful fairy tale existence in ruins.
When everything worth living for is suddenly taken from you, how do you keep going? People told her how lucky she was just to be alive after that night, but she didnt agree.
Years passed with Mac living in a fog, until another unfortunate turn of events placed her world on its head once again. Now, still carrying the tender wounds of her past, this widow has to face the realities of life again.
Broken and truly alone, she must find work. In walks her new employer, Dean Johnson, a guy who is just broken enough himself, that she thinks he might actually be able to understand her. But Mac soon discovers that that bond with Dean may instead force her to face demons she isnt yet ready to deal with.
**Contains mature material including language and sex.
Excerpt of The Luckiest
I glance in, but the box is dark inside all of the tissue paper. My hands retrieve the first item. Buckeyes! I exclaim.
I can see why shes your best friend. Dean leans on one elbow, watching me explore the contents one by one.
I reach in, continuing to pull out itemsa black hair scarf with cherries, a pair of earrings from one of my favorite local jewelry designers in Cincinnati, Abbi Gliness newest steamy romance. My cheeks go hot as Dean sees the cover, lifting his eyebrows.
Well, I think thats it, I say, lifting the box, the sound of something shifting inside catching my attention. Oh, theres something else. I reach in, and as I do, I can feel Deans eyes locked on me. I feel something long and cool slip into my hand. Locking my fingers around it, I let the box fall away. Instantly, I see Dean straighten up, a half-cocked grin on his face.
Much to my horror, I look down to see a pink rubber penis-shaped device in my hand. I freeze, but my cheeks are on fire. All I can think about is the different ways I am going to torture Monica before I kill her.
I can explain, I begin. Ill tell him shes crazylike actually certifiable.
Hes still grinning at me as he gives me a slight nod. He closes the gap between us even more.
You know, I can help with that, he offers, and I cant help but wonder if hes serious, or perhaps maybe Im wishing.
You think Im that easy? I hit the ball squarely back to him. I consider licking my lips, but worry that may be over the top. Im looking directly at him, and damn, hes incredible.
A guy can hope. He pauses, playfully lifting an eyebrow. Cant he? I grin. In fact, I cant do anything but grin. He moves closer, and I glance down, realizing Im still holding the device. My breath hitches, but he still moves closer. Hes facing me, never moving those gorgeous blue eyes away from me. He slides his arm around my waist, and as he presses himself against me, Im sure I can feel an erection. This surprises me, and my hand releases the dildo, which falls to the floor with a thud.
Whats wrong? Cant contain your excitement around me? he whispers, his breath warm on my neck, just below my ear. My mouth is watering, my heartbeat quickens, and my head is now spinning. I pull back, the distance giving me a slight bit of clarity. The idea of this kind of pleasure is tempting. The bulge in his jeans tells me he is interested.
In an attempt to casually conceal the pink rubber shaft, I use the toe of my platform sandals to kick it under a nearby chair. Dean cocks a brow, his face shifts, and he laughs softly.
What? I shrug innocently.
Did you just kick a dick under a chair? Hes still laughing.
Watch it, or I might make a habit of it.
Ouch, he hisses, then winces, grabbing himself as if he were imagining the attack.
My eyes dart past his shoulder, where Storm is coming up the stairs. She has on her headphones, staring at the face of her phone. I nod my head at Dean, indicating were no longer alone. I shift, moving to walk past him. He grabs my hip, pulling me into his grasp.
Well continue this later, he promises. He takes my hand and leads me past Storm and out of the bus without a word. I wonder if she can tell what had been transpiring from the look on my face.
As we move around the side of the bus, I feel his hand shift to the small of my back. Its like he knows all the places to touch me to drive me absolutely insane.
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Wendy Owens is a writer, born in the small college town, Oxford Ohio. After attending Miami University, Wendy went onto a career in the visual arts. After several years of creating and selling her own artwork she gave her first love, writing, a try. Its become a passion ever since. Wendy now happily spends her days writing the stories her characters guide her to tell, admitting even she doesnt always know where that might lead. Her first series, The Guardians, is a YA fantasy series about angel and human hybrids.
Since then she has branched into NA Contemporary Romance and released titles to include Stubborn Love, Only In Dreams, and Do Anything. Her next romance, The Luckiest is scheduled to be released in July 2014.
When shes not writing, this dog lover can be found spending time with her tech geek husband, their three amazing kids, and two pups. She loves to cook and is a film fanatic.
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