Author: Suzanne Halliday
Release Date: Dec 1, 2014
Meet Stephanie Bennett
The one-time beauty queen and widowed mother of Tori St. John, arrives at the Marquez Villa to be with her feisty daughter and husband Draegyn, as they count down the days to the arrival of their first child.
It all seemed so simple. Arizona would be a nice change of pace from Stephanie’s life in Atlanta.
And then she meets Calder Dane
Alex’s down-to-earth doppelgänger of an uncle takes over day-to-day operations of the agency so his nephew can focus on his upcoming wedding.
It all seemed so simple. Calder was close to Alex, loved being in Arizona and was happy to help out.
Sparks fly when these two meet because nothing is ever simple with Family Justice!
Alex and Meghan
The foundation of the expanding Justice family is blissfully enjoying their engagement with loads of wicked sexy times and a bit of match-making thrown in to keep things interesting!
Draegyn and Victoria
In what feels like the tenth month of a difficult pregnancy, the couple face challenges that put a strain on their happiness. Can their unconventional love survive?
Cameron and Lacey
It’s all good at the Cameron household as their love story continues. Dylan’s growing like a weed, Lacey takes to motherhood like a champ and Cam? Color him – happy.
Get ready for Brody Jensen to drop a bomb about his past while Parker Sullivan is revealed to have more to do with the Marquez family than just being Alex’s oldest friend!
There’s never a dull moment with Family Justice!
Meghan watched as Alex swiftly exited the room, pulling the door almost completely shut on his way out. She wiggled her fingers to keep the blood flowing and danced around on the balls of her feet, taking in every little thing about the tack room. She even eyed the strange sawhorse-looking thing and decided that with a blanket thrown over it, the height would be perfect for what she had in mind. Hell, he could even tie her hands to the legs so she couldn’t get up at all. That would be fun.
A minute passed. Then another and another. Figuring he must have run into the barn where a cooler of water bottles was always on hand, Meghan hummed a little tune and looked forward with anticipation to when her wicked fiancé would return. Her reaction to the riding crop surprised the hell out of her. She was in no way a masochist—any more than Alex harbored hidden sadistic tendencies. Their kinky fun times were more suggestive than anything else. It just ramped up her excitement knowing she was helpless while he messed with her.
The door pushed open and she spun around, her hands gripping the jute where it was looped over the hook above her head. Only it wasn’t Alex standing in the doorway. It was a shocked and horrified looking Draegyn who was losing all the color in his face as he stood there, slack-jawed, taking in her appearance.
Oh, my God, she thought. This was just too damn funny for words.
“Hey Drae,” she chirped as if nothing weird was going on. “You’re back! Nice black eye, by the way.”
The usually unflappable security operative with the 007 reputation was speechless. And embarrassed. Meghan was trying not to laugh like crazy.
“Um, Alex will be right back,” she told him. “He just went to get something.”
All of a sudden, he whirled away so she was talking to his back. “Jesus Meghan,” he muttered. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
She giggled and said, “I don’t think we were expecting you back so early.”
“Look, tell Alex I’m, uh, home. I’ll talk to him later.” And with that he all but ran as Meghan struggled not to dissolve in a fit of laughter.
* * *
Alex was hurrying back to the tack room, carrying two bottles of cold water and the riding crop. As he came around a corner at the end of the long passageway, he ran head first into a fast moving object.
What the fuck? Draegyn?
“It’s your own damned fault,” Drae yelled at him. “I do security for a living god dammit. Fuck Alex!”
“Whoa, whoa,” Alex drawled. “Slow the fuck down and hello to you, too.”
The dark, almost malevolent glare Drae threw at him got his eyebrows bumping together.
“When a door that is normally locked is left ajar, I’m going to check it out, you dumb motherfucker. Just be glad I didn’t do it with a gun drawn.” Drae was practically unglued and barking like a mad dog.
Alex shook his head. What the fuck was he bitching about? An unlocked door? Ohhhhh. Shit! Meghan. Glancing down the dark passage he suddenly understood why Drae was almost hyperventilating.
Thumping him on the chest, Drae snarled again, “Your own damn fault,” then stomped away with a deep growl.
Hurrying to the tack room, Alex pushed open the door and found his sexy fiancée dangling like she had a starring role in Fifty Shades of Barnyard Fuckery with a laugh evident on her face. Thank fucking God she was still dressed and all his brother really got an eyeful of was her bra, and of course, the way she was tied and hung from the ceiling.
“Honey, I think Drageyn’s home,” she giggled.
They both roared with laughter for a full two minutes until Alex closed the door and locked it, uncapped the water bottle, and held it to her mouth for a long sip.
“Now, where were we?” he asked silkily.
Suzanne Halliday writes what she knows and what she loves – sexy adult contemporary romance with strong men and spirited women. Her love of creating short stories for friends and family has developed into a passion for writing romantic fiction with a sensual edge. She finds the world of digital, self-publishing to be the perfect platform for sharing her stories and also for what she enjoys most of all – reading. When she’s not on a deadline you’ll find her loading up on books to devour.
Currently a wanderer, she and her family divide their time between the east and west coast, somehow always managing to get the seasons mixed up. When not digging out from snow or trying to stay cool in the desert, you can find her in the kitchen, 80’s hair band music playing in the background, kids running in and out, laptop on with way too many screens open, something awesome in the oven, and a mug of hot tea clutched in one hand.