Strong ties aren't easily broken...
First loves have the ability to fill us with hope and then shatter us when they end. Some people can pick up the pieces and move on. Others simply learn how to exist as a fragment of the person that they used to be.
Shane “Mack” MacAllister is one of the ones simply existing. His wife Ella died at a young age, leaving him alone and broken. Shane knew he’d never be able to give himself to another, believing there was nothing left to give. That is until a young, feisty doctor blazed into his life and made him rethink letting someone into what’s left of his tattered heart.
Dr. Megan Huntley has devoted her life to taking care of others, ever since her twin sister was brutally murdered. She might not have been able to save her sister, but she has made it her mission to help other victims. Long hours in the Emergency Room and volunteer work at the Rape Crisis Center leave little time for relationships. When Megan meets the rugged and handsome Shane MacAllister, she decides to throw caution to the wind and take the police detective for a ride. Too bad she can’t get him out of her head… or her life.
Will Shane and Megan be bound together by true love? Or will past loves and tragedy tear them apart?
We were first introduced to Mack as Jacob’s messy-eater
detective partner in the Love Square series.
It is not necessary to have read the previous 2 books in the series as
this could be considered a stand
alone. Mack is still a messy eater but I
could overlook any ketchup or powdered sugar on his shirts in exchange for what
is underneath the shirt. Holy cow is
that guy hot and the things he is capable of…mmmhmm. But the thing that got me interested in this
book from the get go was the very first sentence …
4 Stars Review by Jennifer Hagen
We were first introduced to Mack as Jacob’s messy-eater
detective partner in the Love Square series.
It is not necessary to have read the previous 2 books in the series as
this could be considered a stand
alone. Mack is still a messy eater but I
could overlook any ketchup or powdered sugar on his shirts in exchange for what
is underneath the shirt. Holy cow is
that guy hot and the things he is capable of…mmmhmm. But the thing that got me interested in this
book from the get go was the very first sentence …
I love cocks.
Just to clarify, it’s not Mack’s thoughts…it’s
Megan’s. Megan is a 33-year-old doctor
who fulfills her days by either working in the hospital or volunteering at
various women’s shelters. She also
fulfills her nights with various men, but mostly the hot co-worker doctor is
the one who fills her when needed. She
makes certain she has no time to wallow in her self-pity and self-grievance for
a brutal attack 5 years ago that claimed the life of her sister. A death that Megan blames herself for.
Mack hides behind his dominance as a way to stay in
control and not feel anything towards women.
He has had his fair share of women, but nothing will ever replace his
first and only love…a love that he lost 18 years ago.
Mack and Megan begin their sexual relationship in a
supply closet and gradually move their affair to her bedroom, but never to
his. He never brings anybody to his
place as it would disturb his peace and tranquility of the past he can’t seem
to let go. Mack is so caught up in what
he once had that he refuses to even think about finding happiness again.
“No matter how much
time has passed she’s who I miss; who I love; who owns me.”
Megan seems to be developing feelings for Mack, something
that she has never felt for anybody before, but she is constantly coming up
against the hurdle of competing with Mack’s past. Mack lays it down for her what he is capable
of giving…
“I’m not promising
you hearts and flowers. I don’t do
relationships. I have hook-ups. Some regular.
Some not. My point is, all I’m
going to give you is my time and my cock.”
Mack is so frustrating!!!
He needs to realize that there is more for him out there than a memory,
but he is so hung up on not letting go.
It’s like trying to move a 500 lb. slab of concrete by yourself…you
cannot make it move an inch. And plus he
can be so infuriating!
“Didn’t realize you
were such a whore, Megan.”
He.did.not.just.say.that.
Yes, he did. In front of her
coworkers nonetheless. Wow. How do you come to terms with somebody you
care about saying that to you? Could you
be able to forgive if he came groveling?
“Do you want me to
beg? Because I will. I’ll do whatever you need me to do in order
to make this work. Just please don’t
walk away, Megan.”
I know that Mack has it in him to be an attentive
lover. Megan got closer to him than
anybody else has before but Mack is so hesitant to take the final step. I just wanted to push him into taking that
step. Megan’s danger lies not only
within her heart being broken and shattered by Mack but also from somebody
seeking revenge.
“My future with her
was hanging delicately in the balance.
One small move would send us careening down a black hole of
nothingness. The same black hole I had
been hiding in for nineteen years before Megan shined her light on me.”
I love Ms. Ingro’s writings. She has the perfect amount of angst thrown
into her stories. My heart races and
other times it’s breaking, but in the end she always finds a way to make
everything right.
Using
the pearls, I pulled her over to the dining room table. My hands on her waist
helped her up on the table where I positioned her on her knees with her back
facing me. The only thing she wore besides the choker was a sexy pair of heels
that I made her put on before we started. The loop of pearls rested in her ass
crack and the heels of the shoes pressed into the curves of her ass. She was
quite simply perfection. I could have stared at her posed like this for hours.
Pulling
on the pearls her head came back, giving me perfect access to her neck. I ran
my tongue along her skin, feeling goose bumps form on the flesh.
“Do
you like being at my mercy?” My voice was low and full of lust. I loved that she
had this effect on me.
“Yes,”
she whispered.
“Touch
yourself, Megan. Rub that clit for me.”
She
immediately obeyed. Her breath hitched when I pinched her nipples hard at the
same time I bit down on the section of skin where her neck and shoulder met.
“Are
you wet?” I continued to roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
“Yes,”
she answered after several long seconds.
“Show
me how wet. Dip your finger inside and then bring it to my lips.”
She
dutifully obeyed, rubbing her slick digit across my bottom lip before I sucked
it into my mouth. Releasing her finger, I instructed her to go back to touching
herself. Grabbing a bottle of lube from my jacket pocket, I poured it down her
ass crack. Her body trembled as my finger teased her puckered hole before
slipping past the ring of muscles. I moved it in and out at a slow pace.
“You’re
beautiful. Do you know that?”
Her
only answer was for her head to fall forward and a ragged breath to leave her
lungs.
“One
day I’m going to fuck you here. You like that idea. I can tell.”
She
nodded, so I picked up the pace and continued talking low to her. “Tell me how
bad you want my cock right now. How bad you want me to fuck you. Make me crazy,
buttercup. Make me want to tear you in two.”
Standing
at the bar, I flagged down the bartender and ordered two beers. Waiting for my
change, I jumped when warm breath danced against the skin of my neck. “Tell
your friend you’re leaving. I want
you naked and lying on your bed in exactly thirty minutes.” The word friend was
said like it tasted bad.
“And
if I say no?” The words came out breathlessly as my body tingled with
anticipation.
“Punishment.”
A full body shiver worked through me. One word, highly effective.
“I
can’t waste my beer,” I argued.
Mack
positioned his hands on either side of my body and leaned into my back, getting
as close as he could to me. My belly pressed into the bar, and I thought he
might kiss me, but after several seconds he plucked a bottle from in front of
me. “Now you have no excuse.” I jumped when he landed a smack on my butt, and
then I was watching his back saunter away with my beer.
Still
reeling from what just happened, I shook my head and followed him to the
backroom. The whole way I argued with myself over whether or not I was going to
do as he said. On the one hand, I really wanted my fix of him. It was one of
the reasons I had come out tonight. Okay, it was actually the reason. On the other hand, I hadn’t seen John in a really long
time, and I didn’t like the idea of Mack making me leave when he wanted me to.
And the threat of punishment wasn’t so much of a deterrent, but rather
compelled me to want to disobey him.
Mack
was lowering himself in a seat next to Kara when I hit the room. My heart
skipped a beat at how good he looked. His tight white t-shirt stretched across
his chest, and his long legs were clad with worn blue jeans. He leaned back in
the chair and stretched his leg out in front of him, crossing them at the
ankle. He looked casual and laidback, but his eyes were avidly watching me with
an attentiveness that until that point I’d only seen him use in the bedroom. It
was enough to convince me to leave.
“Didn’t
you get yourself one?” John asked when I handed him his beer.
“Nah.
Got called into work. I’m off on Sunday if you want to come over for dinner.
I’ll make sauce.”
His
grin was infectious and I found myself smiling even though my insides were
knotted after my conversation with Mack. “I could never pass up your sauce.
I’ll bring a bottle of wine.” John leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’m glad I
ran into you. I was afraid after all this time away you just didn’t want to see
me anymore.” Even though his tone was joking, I knew he meant the words. After
our history, I couldn’t blame him for being concerned.
“Never,”
I said with conviction. “I really have to go. I’ll see you Sunday.”
“Sunday.”
I
turned on my heel and pushed through the crowd towards the exit. Looking over
my shoulder, my eyes met Mack’s and I swear I felt his gaze straight down to my toes.
Jessica is the author of the Love Square & Concierge series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she's been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world.
Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.
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