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Title:
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Do You Want Me
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Blurb:
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Decorated
war hero Reece Michaels agrees to go undercover in order to bring down the
Irish Mob. In return, the civilian life he’s coveted for the past six years
will be returned to him.
Hired
by mob boss Sean O’Malley to protect his youngest son, Reece soon discovers
the young man needs more protection from his own family than its enemies.
What
Reece doesn’t count on is his instant attraction to the police chief’s
beautiful and willing daughter. Abby Mackenzie is the younger sister of a
woman with whom Reece once had a torrid affair. He’s determined to not give
in to Abby’s come-hither ways. After all, one Mackenzie woman was more than
enough.
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Author Bio:
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Like most authors, Nancy began writing at
an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid,
permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s
pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was
worth it.
Published in multiple genres, Nancy
currently writes for four publishers. She has published twenty-two books in
both full-length and novella format. Nancy is currently working on a
Valentine’s story for 2016, her next Rock and Roll novella, the third McCade
Legacy book and a second fairy tale for Decadent Publishing.
When not writing (which is almost never),
Nancy dotes on her five beautiful grandchildren and looks forward to
traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where
she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.
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Media Links:
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Website: www.nancyfraser.ca
Twitter: https://twitter.com/nfraserauthor @nfraserauthor
Facebook: http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor
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Excerpt:
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Reece
sat at the end of the long, mahogany bar nursing two fingers of Scotch.
“The
boss is finishing up with some family business,” the bartender told him.
“Thanks,
Eddie. I’m in no hurry.” He tossed back another mouthful of the hot, amber
liquid and turned on the wooden stool to survey the room. Besides Eddie, the
middle-aged bartender, three other ‘associates’ of O’Malley’s camped out in
different corners of the half-empty bar. Obviously, O’Malley’s wealth was not
dependent on his drinking clientele.
The
door to the back office opened and a young woman stepped over the threshold.
She looked vaguely familiar. As discreetly as he could manage, given the lack
of a crowd, he studied her face. She smiled at him and then walked slowly in
his direction. The gentle sway of her slim hips drew his attention like a
magnet.
“Reece
Michaels?” Her voice, a husky mix of warm honey and expensive whiskey,
literally melted over his name. “Is it really you?”
“Uh….”
She
laughed softly and tossed her head, her auburn curls swishing from side to
side, dusting her silk-clad shoulders. When she met his gaze, her amber eyes
widened. “Abby. Abby Mackenzie. You know my sister Lily and, as an unwelcome
result, my dad.”
The
breath he’d held came out on a whoosh. “My, my, haven’t you grown up? And
quite nicely, I might add.”
“And
you look like crap.”
Laughter
bubbled up in his chest, but he tamped it down. “Thanks, I think.”
She
made a show of waving her hand in a circle in front of his face. “What’s with
the scraggly beard and God-awful slicked-back hair? If I remember correctly,
and I’m sure I do, you used to be good-looking, in a clean-cut sort of way.”
“And
you used to have freckles and braces. We all change.”
He
braced himself for another verbal attack on his appearance. Yet, she stopped
short when the door to O’Malley’s office opened and both Jason and his
younger brother, Billy, stepped back into the bar.
Billy
was exactly as Reece remembered him. Shorter and slighter of build than his older
brother, he looked as if a good gust of wind would knock him down. His hair,
blond rather than the O’Malley red, framed an unsmiling, pensive face.
With
a rough nudge, Jason shoved Billy until he stood beside the bar where Reece
and Abby were waiting.
“This
is Reece Michaels. He’s the new guy Pops was telling you about,” Jason said,
nodding in Reece’s direction. “Reece, you remember my baby brother, Billy,
don’t you? Pops wants you to be his new bodyguard.”
Billy
O’Malley’s look of anger at being called a ‘baby’ was probably no more
comical than the look of surprise on his own face. Bodyguard to a spoiled
rich kid was not what he’d had in mind when he’d asked O’Malley for a job.
Fun Book Fact:
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Like
The Devil’s Sooty Brother, the
Grimm fairy tale on which the book is based, Do You Want Me was
written entirely in the hero’s point of view … even the absolutely decadent
love scenes!
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