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Jenna couldn’t help but smile as her husband approached carrying Robbie against his broad chest, gently patting the tiny baby’s back. She was exhausted from the last seven weeks—hell, the last year—and she felt like a cow stuffed into in a nursing bra, but watching Mick soothe their son still managed to spark something deep in her belly.

 Who knew watching your husband be a dad could be so damn hot? As much as the man worried about being a bad father—or maybe because of that—he was amazing. He’d taken several weeks of leave immediately after Robbie was born, and going back to his twelve-hour shifts as a paramedic was hard on all of them. But they also cherished his extra days off.

“Here’s mama,” he said, planting a soft kiss on Robbie’s forehead before placing the crying baby into her arms, atop the crescent-shaped pillow on her lap. Given the chance, he’d probably hold the boy 24/7.

“Thanks,” Jenna said, sagging back against the living room sofa and lifting her top to unhook the flap on her bra.

The baby’s angry wails of hunger turned to grunts as he latched on and started sucking noisily. The tight ache in her breast slowly began to ease. Thank God. She sometimes pumped in between feedings just to take the edge off, which also allowed Mick to bond with Robbie by bottle-feeding him.

He usually took the five a.m. shift, even on his days off, and she’d never loved him more. 

She closed her eyes, startling a bit as warm hands landed on her shoulders. Mick gently kneaded the muscles in her neck and upper back, eliciting a groan from her lips.

“Mmm. I like that sound,” he said, his voice a little rough.

Desire stirred lightly in her chest. “Keep that up and you’ll hear more,” she murmured, feeling almost drugged.

Heat stroked the side of her face as he leaned close. “I have some even better ideas for making you moan.” He planted a hot, wet kiss on the side of her neck.

Jenna smiled, her stomach dipping in anticipation. “The doctor just cleared me today and you’re already thinking about sex?”

He pressed his thumbs along the tops of her shoulder blades and she hummed her pleasure. Much more of this and she’d be a puddle on the couch. “Jay, I’m always thinking about sex when you’re around.” His old playboy attitude came out when he was feeling frisky, and she kind of loved it. “You’re so fucking hot, it’s driving me mad.”

She laughed, flushing from head to toe. Startled, Robbie stopped suckling and looked up at her, his adorable little face all red from being smushed up against her boob. Taking advantage of the pause, she switched him to the other breast and sighed in relief. “You’re just saying that because you’re sex-deprived,” she told Mick.

She was disheveled, makeup-free, and wearing a ratty T-shirt with an old pair of his sweatpants. It was possible she hadn’t even showered today. Sure, she and Mick had made out and fooled around a little, on those rare occasions she could stay awake when Robbie was down, but her core purpose for the last seven weeks had been to serve as a walking milk factory, which gave her intense sympathy for dairy cows. Yes, it was a privilege, and she was grateful that—with help from a lactation consultant—Robbie had finally learned to latch on, but she’d never felt less “hot” in her entire life. 

Bending over the couch from behind her, Mick kissed the back of her neck as he stroked his fingers down her arms and across the tops of her thighs before wrapping his strong arms around her and the baby. “I’m saying it because I’m you deprived.”

Her insides melted, and a tiny flame of desire licked at her core. The way this man talked to her…  Some part of her still couldn’t believe that she’d married Mick, had his baby, or now got to wake up to both of them every day. Given how many losses she’d suffered, having a family of her own scared her a little—okay, a lot—but being with Mick and becoming a mom were worth facing down the fear.

Rob, Jimmy, her parents… None of them would’ve wanted her to end up alone. She wished with all her heart they could be here to see how happy she and Mick were together, and to meet Robbie. The highlights in her life were bittersweet without her family, but losing them had taught her to cherish every moment.

Like this one, right here, with her two favorite people in the world.

The minute Robbie fell asleep in her arms, Mick snatched him up, telling her not to move. He patted Robbie’s back as he carried the baby off to the nursery Tara had helped her decorate. Jenna listened through the monitor as Mick spoke softly to Robbie for a minute.

When he returned, he kneeled in front of her, resting his hands on her thighs, giving her a gentle squeeze. “How’re you feeling?”

God, she loved this man so much her chest felt like it would burst. “Tired. Happy.” She widened her legs so he could scoot closer, and then looped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

He gave her a thorough, almost desperate kiss and then pulled back to look at her, his expression suddenly serious. “Just because you’re technically ‘cleared’ doesn’t mean we have to do anything tonight. I want you all the time anyway, so waiting is nothing new. I can go as long as it takes for you to be ready.”

Her heart turned into a hot puddle of goo. How had she gotten this lucky? “I’m ready.” Especially with his hands slowly moving up her thighs, igniting little fires of desire that burned a path to her core.

His eyebrows rose. “Are you sure?”

She nodded and smiled. “I’m sure.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before he grabbed the baby monitor and scooped her into his arms.

She laughed at his eagerness, and her own. A small part of her had worried he might not find her attractive now that she’d pushed out a baby and her body had been irrevocably changed. But that wasn’t giving him much credit, was it? Hadn’t he earned her trust? “I could really use a shower first,” she said. He might still desire her, but there was no need to test the limits. 

He veered away from the bed and into the master bathroom, setting her gently on her feet, and opening the glass door to turn on the water. “How about I join you?”

“But you already showered after your shift.” Wait, why did she say that? Of course she wanted him to join her.

Mick just chuckled. He understood that her literal brain sometimes jumped in before she could fully process. “I think I’ll survive getting wet again.”

While the water heated, he set the baby monitor on the counter and then slowly peeled away Jenna’s clothes, dropping kisses on her freshly bared skin as he worked his way down her body. She swayed on her feet as heat spread through her, grabbing the towel bar with one hand and Mick’s hair in the other.

His hungry mouth came perilously close to the apex of her thighs before she stepped back, feeling self-conscious. “Shower first.”

Apparently unfazed, he just gave her his heart-stopping grin and removed his shirt. He was gorgeous and he knew it, and her brain short-circuited a little at the sight of all those bare muscles on display. For her. Her gaze tracked—as it always did—to the scar on his chest, a reminder of the sacrifices he’d made to protect her, of how close she’d come to losing him forever.

Fuck shyness. They hadn’t been able to do this for nearly two months. It didn’t have to be perfect. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged him closer, her fingers fumbling to undo the button and zipper. With a little help, his pants and boxers joined her clothes on the floor and he stood there like the depiction of a Greek god except gloriously, fully erect.

Jenna dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, letting his moan of pleasure wash through her, feeling bold and powerful and fully awake for the first time in weeks. She sucked him deep, caressing his thighs, his buttocks, his balls—

Mick dragged her to her feet with a strangled “Enough,” and urged her into the shower, where he positioned her under the spray and kissed her breathless. Then he carefully washed her hair, his hands on her scalp pure bliss, before using those same magic hands to slick her body with soap. His touch was both tender and arousing, and she was grateful to the spray of water that hid her tears. Having a baby had turned her emotions up to eleven, and almost anything—happy or sad—made her cry these days.

Mick finished rinsing her clean and pulled her into his embrace for a deep, devouring kiss. His naked skin felt so good against her own. The sensations of his tongue, his roving hands, his wet and warm body, nearly overwhelmed her senses. She wanted to wrap herself around him like a vine and never let go. And that was all before he fell to his knees on the hard tile, spread her thighs, and used his wickedly talented tongue and fingers to ratchet up the delicious tension writhing within.

With one last curl of his fingers, one last slide of his tongue, pleasure crashed through her, zinging through her blood and dancing across her skin.

Launching to his feet, Mick stood and gave her a steadying arm as he quickly washed his face in the spray. “I have so many plans for you,” he said, his voice deep and sandpapery.

Jenna wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a deep kiss. “Ditto.”

Over the baby monitor, Robbie made a snuffling noise and they both froze, holding their breath as they stared into each other’s eyes. A few seconds later, the soft, rhythmic sound of his breathing returned and they relaxed, laughing lightly.

“We should move to the bed,” Mick said, reaching for her towel.

Half a minute later they were still slightly damp as Mick lay back on the comforter and lifted Jenna to straddle him. Eyebrows wrinkled with concern, he said, “You set the pace.”

“Sweetie, relax. I’m fine.” More than fine. She was so damn ready she could burst from wanting him.

Lifting her hips, she lined up their bodies and slid slowly but steadily down until she was seated on his pelvis and he filled her completely.

He groaned and his fingers twitched on her hips. “Fuck, Jenna. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” So much. She’d missed the full physical connection, the complete expression of their love. She levered up and sank down again and again, growing delirious from the sweet friction.

When she moaned, Mick gently covered her lips and made a shushing noise. “You’ll wake the baby.”

Oh, God, not now. Laughing softly at the absurdity of it all, she sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. He made a strangled sound and bit his lip, closing his eyes and arching his head back. He was so beautiful, and all hers, and she could hardly breathe from all the incredible sensations filling her body.

Without warning, he flipped them so he was on top and gazed down at her, his eyes serious but bright with desire. “Is this okay?”

“Yes. I’m one-hundred percent, Mick. Don’t hold back.”

With a low growl, he placed his hands under her buttocks to lift her higher and let himself go, his deep thrusts stroking a magical spot that lit her up like a firework. Freeing one hand, he reached between them to caress her clit a few times and she exploded into a thousand pieces of light, scattering like glitter across the bed.

Mick followed closely behind her, muffling his groans of satisfaction in the pillow beneath her head. He partially collapsed on her, using his arms to keep from crushing her completely, and pressed soft kisses to her neck and shoulder. “I love you so much, Jenna.” Rising onto his hands, he looked down at her.

“I love you, too.” So much it stunned her at times.

“How’d I get so lucky?”

Her heart clenched, and she took his handsome face between her palms, stroking her thumb across the sexy stubble on his jaw. “We both did.”

“I know.” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows, giving a little hip thrust that reminded her they were still physically connected.

She laughed and shimmied beneath him.

He gave her a thorough kiss and then looked at her again, turning solemn. “Robbie won the lottery getting you for his mom.”

Tears prickled behind her eyes, damn the hormones. “You don’t have to butter me up. I’m already naked beneath you.”

Refusing to take the bait, he shook his head and pulled out of her body, leaving her muscles clenching in protest. “I’m serious,” he said. “I didn’t think it was possible, but the way you are with him makes me love you even more. I’m not sure I tell you enough, but you’re a fantastic mother.”

If Jenna were a lightbulb, her skin would be glowing. “Thank you.” A tear streaked down the side of her face, and he swiped it away with his thumb. Later, when it didn’t feel like quid pro quo, she’d make sure he understood how much she admired him as a father.

She kissed him and they kept on kissing, and things had just started to heat up again when a faint cry came from the baby monitor. They both froze, waiting.

Another cry came, and Robbie’s deep breath portended a full meltdown.

With a good-humored sigh, Mick rested his forehead against hers. “To be continued.”

She gave him soft kiss. “Always.”


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Celebrating love


This week I celebrated my 19th wedding anniversary. I can’t believe it’s been that long since we walked down the aisle, but I've been happy about it every day since.

There’s a reason I believe in love and happily ever after, and it’s my husband. 🙂

From big, scary goal to big news


I’m ready to jump off a metaphorical cliff here because…

I’m excited to announce that my first romantic suspense novel BLIND FURY will release at the end of the month!

A risk-averse programmer must rely on a thrill-seeking mercenary to keep her safe when her quest for the truth about her brother's death makes her a target.

Last year I shared a big, scary goal with you: to independently publish my romantic suspense series, starting with my 2011 Golden Heart® finalist, BLIND FURY. Well, friends, I’m doing it. My little book baby has been edited and polished and is in the process of being proofread and dressed with a hot cover.

The process so far has been exciting, exhausting, and a bit overwhelming. And it’s only going to get worse. But also better. 😉 Sure, I self-pubbed that little booklet on productivity tools, but this is a whole other ballgame.

I’ll have more news—as well as a post about the process—in the coming weeks. So, stay tuned.

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