7February,2016

A Sunday Snippet from Leah in Love (and Trouble) Beneath Southern Skies Book 3

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Violet Amelia Connor, known to all as Leah, is a landscape designer who inherited her love of gardening from the eccentric aunt she lives with. Leah is contracted to work on the garden of Private Investigator Sean Russel and unwittingly becomes embroiled in the handsome PI’s cases. 
A series of unpleasant experiences land her in real trouble where she is kidnapped, bashed, bound and altogether becomes a party to such mayhem she is forced to wonder how she ever got mixed up in this mess. But her indomitable spirit, obstinate nature, and incurable sense of humor enable her to override all obstacles. And of course there is her overwhelming attraction for Sean Russel that started it all.


Previously published as Shrinking Violet this book was a finalist in the Romance Writers of Australia’s Romantic Book of The Year in 2006.



“What?”

“What, what?”

“This could go on all night. I couldn’t make out the look in your eye. And as I’m a naturally nosy person I wondered just what you were thinking.”

“I can’t get over the transformation. Earlier you looked like a sixteen-year-old tomboy, and now you look like a very sexy lady.”

I took a quick gulp of my wine to cool the heat racing through me, which would end up at my cheeks and confirm I was a teenager in a woman’s body. I knew I was, but didn’t want him finding that out. I liked the sexy lady bit too much.

“How does a man define sexy?” Trust me to poke my nose into his head.

He closed one eye and gave that some thought. “Define sexy? Hell, I don’t know, I just know you look it in that dress. Do you set out to surprise men on purpose or have you no idea how sexy you look?”

“I like to dress up.” It was my turn to shrug. “I spend all my working days in old clothes so like to be imaginative in my leisure hours.”

“Imaginative, huh?”

Good grief, trust a man to twist my words. The glint in his eye suggested he thought me imaginative in other areas, too. Areas that went along with the sexy look. Well, he would be surprised to learn that Patrick considered me boring in bed. Perhaps I was, but I was more inclined to think I’d responded in kind to him. After the first flush of passion—which lasted all of a month—sex with Patrick was nothing more than what could be termed unimaginative.

Our meals arrived, saving me from having to continue in that direction. “Mm, this is delicious.” The chicken melted in the mouth. “Have you eaten here before?”

“No, I haven’t. I’m glad you suggested it. My steak is done to perfection.”

We ate in silence for a while. It was a companionable silence though. Strange, but I felt as if I’d known him a long time.

The waiter took our empty plates away. He’d eaten every scrap. I liked that in a man. I loved my food and couldn’t stand picky eaters. With Lizzie doing the cooking, I couldn’t afford to be a finicky eater.

He poured us both another glass of wine. The dessert trolley was brought to us. Oh my. It was filled with goodies. All the deserts had similar names. DD was all chocolate, dark and light, and topped with chocolate cream. Disgusting.  “I’ll have the Delinquent Desire please, Mr. Russel.”

He chose something more boring, cheesecake. “It’s Sean.”

I took a mouthful of mine and closed my eyes in bliss. “Now that’s what I call imaginative, Sean,” I said on a sigh.

“You like chocolate, huh?”

“You could say I’m a chocaholic. That accounts for my thick waistline.”

“Nothing wrong with your figure.” He winked saucily.

I liked this man. “Thanks for that. You sure know how to make a girl feel good. Sexy and nicely shaped—not bad for a first date.” Oh Lor’ I was blushing now. This wasn’t really a date, was it? More a thank you for rescuing him. “I mean, I wasn’t meaning to imply…” Shut up Leah, before you swallow your whole foot.

“What? That we are on a date, our very first one?” He laughed. “You’re a funny one, Leah.”

“Now you’ve gone and spoilt yourself. I was just going along nicely with sexy and curvy and you call me funny. No, no.” I waggled my spoon at him. “Definitely the wrong move.”
His throaty chuckle sent a thrill to my toes. “I’ll have to see about making the right moves then, won’t I?”

He was a born flirt. “You and my aunt are tarred with the same brush.” I licked my spoon and his eyes went all hot. Wow, looks as if he rather fancied me as much as I was beginning to fancy him. “So, Sean, what case are you working on?”

He ordered us liqueurs after I told him which I wanted and he settled back. “A good PI never discusses his cases.”

"She's a pushy, nosy gardener; he's a drop dead gorgeous PI.  His rich sister hires her to tend his garden, but she is not prepared for what she is about to unearth...
This is a delightfully funny, romantic story. The constant escapades that poor Leah and Sean end up in, will entertain you and the evocative love that flows between them will delight you.  I strongly recommend this engaging novel to all romance lovers.” 
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31January,2016

When Fate Decides—Challenge the Heart Book 1—Another Sunday Snippet

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    For too long Tessa has seen herself as plain and dowdy, just an ordinary suburban housewife. With her confidence eroded after being married to a bully who humiliated her at every opportunity, why wouldn’t she presume she was unattractive, and someone no man would find the least bit worth bothering with?

    But now Tessa is a widow, and relishing her new state of independence. Her world is turned upside down by Jack Delaney, a man she spent hours fantasizing over when he worked for her husband. A man who gave her a deliciously secret outlet from her miserable marriage. When Jack enters her life again, professing he finds her attractive, why would she believe him? Especially as he is now wealthy, successful, still extremely handsome, and to add to that, years younger than her.




“All I’m doing, Tessa Browning, is being truthful. One thing you’ll find out about me is that I’m blunt, and as honest as a high court judge.” Jack stood, and moving to stand behind her placed his hands on her shoulders. A quiver ran through her, while his body shook with the restraint he was putting on it.

“Don’t,” she whispered, turning the tap off. As his fingers pressed onto her shoulders she hunched them slightly.

“Don’t what? Don’t warn you I’m to be trusted? Don’t touch you? Turn around, Tessa,” he asked softly. “I want you to look at me while I tell you something.”

She didn’t turn, and with gentleness, belying the flare of something animalistic roaring through him, Jack turned her, sliding his hands down until they rested lightly on her waist.

“I fancied you like crazy when I was a raw twenty year old, Tessa,” he said softly.

“No!” Her mouth parted. He almost groaned with his need to smother it with his own when her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips.

“Why do you deny it? You must have seen how I looked at you. Des knew. The old bastard took delight in taunting me.”

Had he ever? And warned him off on one occasion. “Touch my wife,” he’d said savagely. “And, let me tell you fella, you’ll not get a job in this trade in the next thirty years.” And he had been capable of following through on the threat. But this hadn’t been the reason Jack didn’t try to seduce her. His honor wouldn’t let him touch another man’s wife. It was one of the rules his father instilled in him. And there was also the added moralistic dilemma of a wife of his own—albeit one he didn’t love.

Her head was going from side to side—her lips still parted. “Yes. Anyway, Des is gone. I don’t know how deep your grief is, Tessa, but I have to warn you about this. As soon as you feel you’re ready, I’m going after you. I’m not twenty anymore; I’m a mature man with all the usual needs. It’s no good looking at me as if I’m stark raving mad. I never did anything about it while you were a married woman, but now you’re as free as me and I’m going to make you want me as much as I want you.”

“You are mad,” she spluttered, pushing at his arms as they tightened about her waist until their bodies met. The spiral of need shooting through him sent messages through to his soul.

“Mad about you.” She plucked at his sleeves as his lips hovered above hers.

“Don’t be daft!” With a kind of frantic appeal, she tilted her head to put more space between their mouths. “I’d have to be at least fifteen years older than you. I have grown up children. My hair has gray in it, and you are good looking enough to get anyone you want.” In agitation she pushed at his forearms. Every muscle tensed at the feel of her hands on him, burning through the fabric of his sleeves.

Jack grinned. “I’m glad you think I’m good looking. We’ve made a start. It would be awful if you reckoned I was as ugly as an old boot.”

“Stop it. This is no joking matter, Jack, and take your hands off me!” She struggled to get free, slapping where she had just gripped his arms. But Jack held fast. He’d seen the telltale signs of her arousal through the soft fabric of her sweater, and wasn’t about to lose any advantage.

“Okay, I’ll take my hands off you if you tell me bluntly you haven’t the slightest desire to taste me. If you tell me you aren’t in the least bit aroused by having my body this close to yours. If you admit knowing I’ve never been as hot and hard in my life from holding a woman as I am right now doesn’t turn you on, I’ll release you.”

Her head went back further, showing him the perfect arch of her throat, the shadowed valley between her breasts, and Jack groaned. It sounded loud in the short silence after his announcement.

“I have no desire to... to... taste you,” she said through her teeth.

“Liar!” Gently he shook her. “Come now, Tessa, I’ve been honest with you. Isn’t it about time you were honest with yourself?”

“As a romance hero, Jack is one of the best! …expect to spend a few sleepless nights reading this page–turner and enjoying the scorching love scenes between Tessa and Jack! Once started, this book is impossible to put down. Ms. McGill has conjured up a cast of characters that will stay in your mind and a story that will warm your heart.”
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24January,2016

Sunday Snippet from When Fate Decides-Challenge the Heart Book 1

When Fate Decides is dedicated to all the women out there who dream of having a man like Jack in their lives—and to those who are blessed by having one.

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For too long Tessa has seen herself as plain and dowdy, just an ordinary suburban housewife. With her confidence eroded after being married to a bully who humiliated her at every opportunity, why wouldn’t she presume she was unattractive, and someone no man would find the least bit worth bothering with?
But now Tessa is a widow, and relishing her new state of independence. Her world is turned upside down by Jack Delaney, a man she spent hours fantasizing over when he worked for her husband. A man who gave her a deliciously secret outlet from her miserable marriage. When Jack enters her life again, professing he finds her attractive, why would she believe him? Especially as he is now wealthy, successful, still extremely handsome, and to add to that, years younger than her. 


"As a romance hero, Jack is one of the best!...expect to spend a few sleepless nights reading this page–turner and enjoying the scorching love scenes between Tessa and Jack! Once started, this book is impossible to put down. Ms. McGill has conjured up a cast of characters that will stay in your mind and a story that will warm your heart.”
Jennifer Macaire for A Romance Review
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“Is she as beautiful as her mother?” Damn! Now she’d gone all wary again, but her blush told him his revelation pleased her.

Laughing nervously she eyed him across the small space separating them. “Don’t be daft.”

“Daft to think anyone could be as lovely as you, you mean?” With a grin, he watched the peachy stain travel from her throat and up her face. God, she was endearing.

She gave a soft snort as she held a spoon aloft. “You should see about getting glasses.”

“My eyesight is perfect.” Fascinated, he watched her movements. Yes, she was flustered for sure. “Surely Des told you how lovely you are. And there must have been many men over the years that commented on it. Unless they are the ones who needed glasses.”

She emptied a packet of spaghetti into boiling water as she protested, “I’m a past her prime mum and my hair’s going gray.”

Jack made a rude sound. “Rubbish! Past your prime? You have the face and figure of a twenty-year-old, Tessa. Your skin’s like silk, and I happen to like the touch of silver in your hair.” Would dearly like to see if her skin felt as soft as it promised to be. Itched to run his fingers through that sleek hair.

“How did we get onto this subject?” He couldn’t quite make out if she was embarrassed by his bluntness or pleased at his compliments.

“Well, mainly because I was commenting on your beauty and you were arguing with me.” Now he knew she was pleased with his observations—her flustered movements gave her away. Obviously he was right—she just wasn’t used to having someone tell her she was lovely. “How do you keep so slim?”

“I walk the dog every day as well as doing exercises. And I do Tai Chi regularly.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to have a go at that? Where did you learn?” He watched as she stirred the pot. A delicious smell rose from the sauce she’d poured in.

Her eyes went wide. “I went to the local community center. You’re kidding me, right? I can’t see you doing anything so sedate.” A small sound of disbelief left her lips. “I would reckon karate would be more in your line.”

“Funny you should say that.” Jack nodded. “I did start learning after my marriage flopped. It was one way to get the anger out of my system.”

“Anger?” She stopped stirring to frown at him.

“Yes. Mary was a bitch of the first degree.” Another understatement. Bitch came nowhere near describing his ex-wife’s selfishness. “I spent the first year after our split wondering where I went wrong. Until it dawned on me I had nothing to do with the way she was.” For a moment he stared pensively down at the dog now snuggled in her basket. “I came from Adelaide. I don’t know if I told you.”

“Yes, you said your mum and dad lived there. Your father was a plumber, wasn’t he?”
“That’s right.” Jack was astounded she’d remembered so much of what he told her so long ago. “They both died within a couple of years of each other. Dad first, then Mum three years ago.”

“Oh, I am sorry.” She put placemats, condiments and cutlery on the table.

Jack shrugged. “Don’t be. Mum didn’t have much interest in life once dad had gone.”

Her eyes turned wistful again. “It must be lovely to care so deeply for someone that you can’t bear life without each other.” As if realizing she’d disclosed too much, she turned her back on him and began to take dishes from the cupboard. “So, you came over from Adelaide and met your wife.”

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