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Synopsis:
He seeks atonement.
Stoney Carrington loves his life. Successful corporate attorney. Tantra practitioner. Defender of the underdog. Connoisseur of women. But his playboy facade masks the inescapable failure in his soul from one twenty-year-old mistake. Serious relationships are a reward and not for the undeserving. The penance doled out by his inner demon assures Stoney’s search for redemption will never end.
She seeks the truth.
McKenna Beaumont operates by the perceived strength of her female ancestors. Living up to the ideal is tough even on a good day. Her independence scares off most men but her precocious daughter and thriving business keep her grounded. When the inheritance of her beloved ancestral home is challenged, she refuses to be the first Beaumont to fail. Losing Belle Chene is not an option. Except, it is.
A warehouse renovation brings them together and they discover ancient sexual practices are addictive, family secrets can destroy, and love brings peace to a willing heart.
Warning - Contains graphic language, tantric sex, older characters, workplace romance, a paranormal empath, interactions with spiders, and a stuffed zebra named Mr. Peabody.
He seeks atonement.
Stoney Carrington loves his life. Successful corporate attorney. Tantra practitioner. Defender of the underdog. Connoisseur of women. But his playboy facade masks the inescapable failure in his soul from one twenty-year-old mistake. Serious relationships are a reward and not for the undeserving. The penance doled out by his inner demon assures Stoney’s search for redemption will never end.
She seeks the truth.
McKenna Beaumont operates by the perceived strength of her female ancestors. Living up to the ideal is tough even on a good day. Her independence scares off most men but her precocious daughter and thriving business keep her grounded. When the inheritance of her beloved ancestral home is challenged, she refuses to be the first Beaumont to fail. Losing Belle Chene is not an option. Except, it is.
A warehouse renovation brings them together and they discover ancient sexual practices are addictive, family secrets can destroy, and love brings peace to a willing heart.
Warning - Contains graphic language, tantric sex, older characters, workplace romance, a paranormal empath, interactions with spiders, and a stuffed zebra named Mr. Peabody.
Excerpt
SECRETS BORN OF IGNORANCE BREED incompetence…
“I’m so sorry, but Mr. Hussey hasn’t returned yet. Do you wanna wait?”
McKenna Beaumont tapped her foot, glaring at the hapless secretary. “Jane, we had an appointment for four o’clock. Was he delayed in court?” She gripped her elbows across her chest and pushed down on her stomach to quell the churning irritation.
Jane swallowed and she glanced around the room to avoid McKenna’s impatient stare. “Um, no, I-I think he’s got some personal business.” She shifted in her chair, wheels squeaking in protest as she pushed away from the desk and McKenna’s frown.
McKenna closed her eyes, willing her annoyance down to a publicly acceptable level. “Dafush.”
“Excuse me?”
“Never mind,” McKenna said, eyes snapping open. Her made-up swear word disguised the real ones from her daughter Elly. She flung her arm out in a wide arc and snorted. “It’s a wonder he’s still in business. I’ll wait in his office, assuming he shows up before I lose Belle Chene. If it’s not too much trouble, let him know.” Heels tapping a sharp rhythm on the cheap linoleum, she stomped into the adjoining room.
“Yes, ma’am.” Jane exhaled and squinted at the clock, chewing her lip. “Getting harder to cover for him. He better get here soon,” she mumbled.
McKenna stopped inside the office door and braced herself against the odor. Her gaze roamed around, taking in the worn, chipped furnishings piled with stacks of books and folders. A thick layer of dust covered every flat surface. Crumpled fast food bags, used Styrofoam cups, and empty pizza boxes littered the room. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of old food, stale cigarette smoke, and burnt coffee from a decrepit, stained pot in the corner. She had no clue why he would choose to work like this or how he managed to get anything done.
Aaand, that was the problem. He couldn’t seem to finish a damned thing.
She swiped her hand along the seat of a wooden guest chair to clean a spot for her purse, then stepped over haphazard mounds of papers on the floor to peer out the window, looking for her erstwhile lawyer. The view reflected multistory buildings in downtown Savannah, all housing a variety of businesses. As a rule, McKenna admired the older architecture. Annoyance with the missing attorney spoiled her appreciation today.
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