Title:
Always
Author: Suzanne Halliday
Release Date: Dec 1, 2014
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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!
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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.
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