Blaine Haeferle drives fast and lives on the edge. He’s not afraid to risk it all for the win—unless his heart is in the mix. He loved once, but things ended in disaster. Can he accept the woman who holds his heart, despite all their jagged past?
Mallory Sweet never intended to leave Blaine without a word. But one night changed everything for her. Instead of facing her past, she ran. Is coming to terms with her past the key to winning the love of her life back?
Anything can happen on a Saturday night under the lights.
Mallory stilled his hand. “I saw you race. You did well.”
Her touch sparked the feelings he’d long since buried. So much for getting over her. “I had motivation.” Her picture in his pocket and the memories of her on his heart.
Her cheeks paled and her eyes widened. “Motivation?” Her brows knotted. “I see.” She straightened her blouse. “Well, good luck tonight.”
Blaine took a step back. Something happened between them, but fuck if he understood what. “Don’t tell me you came here for small talk. You hate making conversation for the sake of wasting time. What’s going on?” He touched her cheek. “You aren’t even smiling. What’s wrong?”
Her shoulders sagged and a tear slipped down her cheek. The old feelings rushed back into his heart. The longing, the need, wanting to fuck her until she screamed–God, he had it bad for her. He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair. “Tell me who hurt you. I’ll make it right.”
Mallory stared up at him. “No one hurt me.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing her mascara. Instead of scrambling for a tissue to fix the damage, she continued staring at him. “I had a plan when I came here. And now it’s all fucked up. I lost my nerve.”
“Oh?” He brushed a lock of her hair off her forehead. “Why is that? What was your plan?”
“This.” She threaded her arms around his neck and bounced on her toes to meet him for a kiss.
The blood rushed from his brain to his groin. He closed his eyes. She still tasted like honey and lemon. He swept his tongue over her lips and moaned when she gave him passage. He tangled his tongue with hers and held her tight to his chest. So soft and strong in his arms. Her light whimpers and the scratch of her nails on his back added to his pleasure. He drifted away, lost in the kiss, drunk on her and in total bliss. If he had more time, he’d throw her over his shoulder and take her into the camper bay of the hauler to have his way with her.
“Thought I’d find you here.”
Blaine opened his eyes. Mallory hadn’t broken the kiss. She mirrored his surprise. She slipped away from him and swiped her tongue across her bottom lip. Blaine held onto her and turned his attention to the interloper.
Today’s post concerns book boyfriends. Now I have to confess, I know what book boyfriends are and I know people have them. I never really thought about having one. I mean, I like the characters in the books, but I never considered one so ooh la la that I needed him as a book boyfriend.
I know. You’re reeling, right? I’m a writer. I should have a book boyfriend.
So I’ve thought long and hard about this. I have a couple, but don’t laugh.
The Hardy Boys were one of my first book crushes. I mean, they did everything, they could get out of trouble and looked good doing it. Plus, I’m pretty sure I envisioned them looking like Shaun Cassidy and Parker Stevenson the entire time.
Another would be Rhett Butler, but I’m pretty sure it’s because of the way I wanted to see him, not the way he truly was in the book. He could be a poo when he wanted and could be a bit of a doormat, too. Just my thoughts, but I saw him as Clark Gable the entire time. I know, I know…
My last one for now has to be Jake Brigance from the John Grisham book, A Time to Kill. Okay, so he almost cheated on his wife and he was way too involved in that case. I guess it was the intensity of him. I don’t know. I just liked him and he stuck with me.
Honorable mentions? Ned Nickerson from Nancy Drew. He might have been a Ken doll type of guy, but he backed her up and he took her side. I liked that.
Todd Wilkins from the Sweet Valley High books. Elizabeth’s boyfriend was almost too good to be true. I liked him the most because he was a human being, despite being rather perfect. He had his faults. Plus, at 15, he was a hunk.
Who is your book boyfriend? I know I didn’t get super visceral here, so feel free to do it for me. 🙂
While you’re here, try my Christmas short story, Her Christmas Wedding. It might be your next book boyfriend, right in those pages. 🙂
Her Christmas Wedding by Megan Slayer
Jordan Brothers, book 5
Art by Bryan Keller
Jax will give Emily the wedding of her dreams and a Christmas she’ll never forget.
Jaxon Jordan has the woman of his dreams in Emily Wilson. She’s all he’s ever wanted, and they’ll be married on Christmas Eve. But dreams don’t always come true and sometimes are set off course. When a woman claiming to be Emily’s real mother comes on the scene and plants doubt in Emily’s mind, it’s up to Jax and the Jordan family to get to the truth.
Maya McCombs thought she had
her life planned out—decent guy, a baby on the way and a solid job. That is
until her plans blew up. Being single and pregnant isn’t high on her list, but
she’s got to survive. No one said surviving meant she’d have to do it alone.
Master Sergeant Levi Court had big plans, too.
He followed the woman he loved to a new state and a whole new set of
circumstances. Too bad she isn’t interested in keeping the relationship going.
On a whim, he heads to the Dinner Plate Diner. Maya is all he’s ever wanted in
Can he prove to her that two hearts, no matter
how broken, can be stronger together?
This book has been re-edited and re-issued in
“Hey, Maya?” Rose
ducked into the kitchen. “Marty said you wanted a hot guy or two to come into
the restaurant. He’s white, but he might fit your bill.” She opened the door
just a crack and pointed. “Him. He’s like a pro-wrestler-looking, Thor wannabe
but with short hair.”
Maya snorted. Rosie
loved wrestlers, so everyone had a touch of pro wrestler to them. She looked in
the general direction Rosie pointed. She paused. Sure, most of him was hidden
in the booth, but the parts she saw were indeed half pro wrestler and half Thor
wannabe. Under the hat she noticed his shaved head. The muscles in his arms
bulged and stretched the T-shirt thin. She didn’t see any tattoos, but that
didn’t mean he wasn’t sporting ink.
“He’s in your section
and worth staying over an hour. What have you got to lose?” Rosie dug her elbow
into Maya’s side. “Get him. You’re single.”
Single? Check. Ready
to mingle? Not quite, once the hot guy realized she was preggo. But she did
have a job to do. Maya grabbed her pad from her apron and headed in the
direction of the sexy man’s table. “What can I get you?”
When his gaze met
hers, sparks shot through her body. He didn’t just look at her. His gaze
consumed her. She shivered and gripped her order tablet tighter.
“I’ll have a cola,
fish sandwich and chips.” He tapped the menu on the tabletop. “I’ve never been
here before. Hope it’s good.”
She jotted down his
order. “The sandwich is good. I’ve had it a couple times. The chips here are
all homemade and to die for.” She grinned. “I haven’t seen you around town.
Glad you stopped in.” She sashayed from the table, a spring in her step. He
might have been flirting with her. She wasn’t sure.
“He seems to like
you,” Rosie murmured. “I went over there and he acted like I wasn’t there.”
“I’m sorry about
that.” Maya filled the glass with ice and soda. “Maybe he had a lot on his
“You’ve been around
Nicky too long. You’re making excuses.” Rosie picked up her order. “He might be
interested. Might not, but don’t let him or anyone else walk all over you.”
As much as Maya hated
to admit it, Rosie had a point. Nicky seemed to have a hold over her. He never
used rational thought and none of his decisions had been smart. Maybe it was
the thrill of dating a man she swore she could change. Maybe she’d lost her
Then again, why not flirt a little? Smile, talk sweet and
maybe she’d earn a bigger tip. Better than nothing. Still, the last time she’d
flirted, she ended up with Nicky. This time she’d play it cool and calm. She
put the order on the carousel and turned. She’d wait for him to come to
her—then she’d pounce.
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I have a confession. I’m a terrible fangirl. Really. I’m a writer and a voracious reader. I’m a sucker for a hot cover, too. But getting up the nerve to talk to those authors I love…that’s a challenge.
Cheryl Dragon is one of my favorite authors. So is Jocie McKade. The nice thing about them is I’m already friends with them, so talking to them is easy.
I love Morgan Malone and Gracie Guy, too. I’m friends with them, so that’s not a hardship to talk to them, either.
Now, don’t get the wrong idea. When I say hardship, I don’t mean it’s literally impossible or negative to speak to some authors. I don’t mean that at all. I mean, it’s hard for me to gather up the pluck to say, hi, I’m a sucker for your books. Silly, right? I want to hear people like my books, why wouldn’t others want to know I’ve enjoyed theirs?
I hate sounding ridiculous.
But this year, I went out of my comfort zone. I knew Ella Quinn would be at the event. I’ve had her on my blog for ages and loved her books for just as long. I wanted to say thank you for writing those books and put a face to the name, since she’d been on my blog.
I got my chance. Actually, I got to meet her and Jade Lee. I’ve loved Jade Lee’s dressmaker series since the first book. But Ella Quinn is a nice, sweet, soft-spoken lady. It was a great honor to meet her and I don’t think I sounded silly. There’s no guarantee I didn’t, but I hope I didn’t. I’m glad to call her a friend.
That’s one of the great things about #RAGT18. You can arrive feeling alone and leave with a whole slew of new friends. You’re not alone. I started going as a reader and now… well, I’m still a reader, but I put together a few choice words from time to time.
This week for the Saturday Seven, here’s my list for my seven favorite characters on the television show M*A*S*H. I don’t remember watching much of the show during the initial run because I wasn’t old enough to view it. Plus, it was on after I went to bed. But in the years since it ended the initial run, I’ve watched the show many times. I love it. It’s like an old friend. I laugh, cry and have to watch until the end. There’s only one other show that catches me the way M*A*S*H does, but that’s for another list.
This isn’t in any particular order. As I’ve been thinking about the characters, it’s hard to whittle them down, much less put them in a countdown order.
7. Frank – The guy was misunderstood and kind of a jerk. Props to the actor who played him. Instead of playing him as a total jerk, he infused some heart into Frank. Okay, the guy had a few contemptible attributes, but who is perfect? Not me.
6. Col Potter – He’s the grandpa I always wanted. I had two grandfathers, but they weren’t as….outwardly caring as Col Potter. Plus, he had a horse. I didn’t want a horse, but I wanted to ride one, just to say I did. (It took until I was a mom and over 25, but I did finally get to ride a horse.)
5. Klinger – how he wore those heels in so many episodes. I give him props for that. I can’t wear heels and I’m supposed to have grace. He rocks.
4. Margaret – she totally grew through the course of the show. I liked how she evolved. She wasn’t just a puppet or arm candy. She came into her own and she embodied strong to me.
3. Henry – when his plane went down, I cried. I cry every time I watch that episode. He made me laugh and I liked his big heart.
2. Trapper – I always thought he was the handsome one. Women liked Hawkeye, but Trapper was the one I liked. It’s his smile.
1. Hawkeye – when I was a kid, I wanted him to be my dad. I don’t know why. He’s a letch on the show, but I liked him.
I know I forgot a few characters. Radar, Father Mulcahy, Charles, BJ… Yeah, I forgot a few. But the list only allows for seven. Grin. What about you? Who would you put in your top seven? Which show would you list characters for? I’m game to know.