Dr. Miranda Perry is a workaholic scientist whose job is everything to her. When sexy, smart, and suave Dr. Russell Rogers visits to give a seminar, though, he blows her world apart.
It’s love at first sight for Russ, and he uses every trick in his arsenal to convince Miranda to go out with him. In the short time they have together, sparks fly and the sexual tension burns up the sheets.
After Russ returns to his job in Boston, the two engage in hectic, emotional- and sex-filled rendezvous, but their liaisons don’t cut it for either of them and a choice must be made. With each committed to prestigious positions on opposite sides of the country, will they let the fire burn out because each is married to the job?
What reviewers are saying:
If you are a fun of The Big Bang Theory, then Married to the Job is definitely for you. The characters are engaging, spot on with their dialogue and its spicy. Harlie's Books: Marika Weber
Racette does a wonderful job of expressing what each character is feeling. The story was well written and I was intrigued from the very beginning and read the entire book in one sitting. This is a wonderful book and one I know you all will enjoy :) Literary Nook: Kelly
This is a quick read that you will not want to put down as the characters are warm and wonderful with just enough doubt to be believable. They both prove they are adults as they talk through their problems proving true love is a journey not just one night in bed. Don’t miss Miranda and Russell’s story. CD Hersch, Soul Mate Author
They were both ready to come together when Miranda panicked. “Wait, Russ. I’m not sure we should be doing this. I’m not into one-night stands. I don’t do that sort of thing.”
“I don’t either.” Along with the heat and passion, his face showed determination.
“You’re leaving tomorrow. How can it be anything other than a one-night stand?”
“I may be leaving, but I’m not getting on that plane until I’ve made utter and complete love to you. And, whether I leave tomorrow or not, we’re not severing this relationship. Not if I have anything to say about it.”
She lay for a moment, staring up at him, stunned. He could tell no one had ever said anything like that to her. He didn't want to let her go. Did that mean he wanted something permanent? Geez. He was afraid to go there yet, but just as much, he was afraid not to.
His heart fluttered and hot zings flew through his body. He watched Miranda simmer and burn, feelings settling at her center, where warmth and moistness and firing nerve endings invited him to explore.
Their gazes met and hers blazed with intense fire, like a conflagration started by two suns colliding.
A young family's lives are turned inside out when the man of the house, Michael, is killed by a crazed criminal on his way home from work. Left virtually without a penny since the family never thought this would happen and hadn't planned for the future, the family flounders under a mortgage suddenly too large, a teenage daughter so traumatized she wishes it had been her mother inside the twisted wreckage, and a younger son who believes it is his fault God took his father. Anna has always been a stay-at-home mother, but now she must become the head of a one parent family and look for a job, with no experience and an irrelevant degree. Out of her element, out of money and without her first love, Anna struggles to cope.
Jeff Thomas is a divorced detective who brings in Anna's daughter Mallory when she's caught shoplifting and then finds himself entangled in the family's trouble. As times goes on, he realizes he's also falling in love with Anna. Can he take Michael's place in Anna's life and in that of her family? Before Jeff has hardly begun to try, a dangerous situation in city hall threatens to determine the fate of the woman he's come to love and Jeff is the one person who can save her.
Final Review:It was, really, really good. Fast paced and one you started you couldn’t put it down. You felt Anna’s pain when she was told about her husband’s death and you felt for the kids, especially the youngest who thought it was his fault and you know it wasn’t. You rooted for them to find out who was behind the killing of the husband, and you rooted for Jeff and Anna once a suitable amount of time had passed (of course) and you knew that they would eventually get together.
Definitely, a worthwhile read that you’ll enjoy.
Reviewer: Cassandra Graham
After dressing in something attractive because she was sick of sitting around in jammies, Anna went to the police station and asked for Detective Thomas. The desk clerk directed her to an office in the back corner of the first floor. She knocked on the open door and he looked up.
"Mrs. Lamoreaux. Come in. Have a seat. What can I do for you today?"
She sat in a plastic chair in front of his desk and fidgeted nervously for a moment. "I—ah, saw on the news last night that you caught the guy that killed Mike. It kind of threw me."
"Damn. I was afraid you'd hear that way. I'd have been there last night to tell you what happened but I got called out on a case and couldn't go. Then, I was going to take a long lunch and stop by to make sure you were okay."
"I don't think I am, really. I've had a hard time holding back tears since I saw the news. It was pretty awful."
He got up and came around the desk to her, taking her hand. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I should have been."
His hand felt warm and solid but it also made her feel guilty to accept his comfort. She pulled hers away. "Please. Just tell me what happened."
He did, in gentle tones, but she wanted more.
"Do you have a picture of him? I want to see what he looks like."
"You didn't see him on the news last night?"
"No, I turned it off."
"I'm not so sure it's a good idea for you to see him. It might prove to be very traumatic."
"I have to see him, detective. It'll help give me closure. I know it'll be painful, but in the long run . . ."
He gave her a long look before pulling the man's mug shot from a folder on his desk.
Anna stared at the man, and could see he looked thin and gaunt. He had long scraggly hair and glasses held together by masking tape across the top. She guessed he was about forty years old.
She didn't even notice that her breathing was getting fast and frantic, but Detective Thomas apparently did.
He gently pulled the photo out of her nerveless fingers and she didn't realize at first he’d taken it. Tears coursed down her cheeks and she leapt out of her chair, throwing a glance back at Thomas, who was sitting with his elbows on his desk and his eyes looking sad.
"I'm sorry. I have to go. Thanks . . ." And she flew out of his office and ran to her car, collapsing in a puddle in the front seat, sobbing with great wrenching sounds as her head rested on the steering wheel.
The passenger door opened and Detective Thomas slid in. His strong arms pulled her over the console, onto his lap, and he sat with his arms around her as she cried her eyes out on the front of his dress shirt. Neither of them said a word.
When husband David is unfaithful and commits the ultimate betrayal by bringing his mistress aboard Windswept, Caroline’s world is shattered. He leaves her and she is forced to rely solely on herself for the first time in her life. Caroline must learn independence after her husband leaves her following an affair. It isn’t easy to cope, especially when outside influences are trying to drive a wedge into their teetering marriage. She has to be a single parent to her daughter, Lily, and to decide if she can forgive David for tearing her family apart.
As David and Caroline work to put their marriage back together,
events and other people conspire against them, over and over. As their relationship begins to heal, the
couple is caught in a horrific storm and waterspout on the bay, heading
straight for Windswept. They want a chance to love again but Mother Nature
might have other ideas.
Chapter One Excerpt
Windswept’s mainsail was up, and the jib was a clean, crisp white against the clear blue sky. Wind filled the canvas with a snap as the sails billowed. The boat immediately heeled over with the force of the wind and surged forward through the waves with barely-leashed power.
Reaching down to kill the engine, Caroline stood to savor her favorite moment in sailing- the first instant with only the sound of the wind and the waves and the feel of the boat under her feet, driven solely by the power of nature. She grinned at David and he smiled back, akin in the joy of that marvelous feeling of anticipation and accomplishment-- ready, more than ready, to spend another summer season sailing up and down the bay.
Caroline handed the wheel over to David and wrapped her arms around the mast to savor the warm sun and deep blue sea. She loved Windswept more than she thought it was proper to love a possession. It was nearly indecent, her passion for it.
The boat had been part of the family for their entire married lives. The sailing bug had hit both of them unexpectedly after an excursion aboard a sailboat in the Caribbean. They’d decided immediately to buy the boat, and it seemed the perfect present to give each other for the wedding. It had taken every penny they had at the time, but it had been worth it. Over the years they’d spent every available minute of the summer on the boat, and it never seemed to get old.
She sighed happily. She was happier out here than anywhere else in the world. And today, the first sailing day of a new season, was extra special. She stood by the mast for a while watching the water fly up from the bow of the boat and sweep past the side. They’d spent hours getting her fiberglass glowing. The boat was aging now, though aging gracefully like a grand old damme.
When their fourteen-year-old daughter Lily raised her head briefly from her position sunbathing, Caroline winked at her and crept along the railing to join her. Caroline noticed that Lily’s figure in the bikini was getting almost voluptuous. In the winter, with thick sweaters and coats to hide her curves, Caroline hadn’t noticed the drastic changes.
Lily scooted over to give her some room. The breeze felt great brushing back her hair and the sun was hotter than it had been all spring. Caroline was beginning to feel over-warm in her Georgetown sweatshirt. Caroline and Lily stared at the white spray without speaking for a long time, then Caroline nudged her daughter with her shoulder. “Long winter, huh?” Lily had, in many ways, been raised on the boat and she could sail it with the best of them. Caroline had many fond memories of Lily as a toddler on her father’s lap, already learning about how to read the wind. There were images in her head of her as a eight or nine year old, running along the top of the deck and leaping off onto the dock without a thought of danger. She could remember Lily as an eleven year old begging to be allowed to keep the helm as the wind rose higher and higher. It often reached a point that made Caroline’s heart hammer with alarm at letting the whisper-thin preteen to steer through a five foot waves. Lily had done it though, albeit with her father close by.
“Oh yeah,” said Lily. “I’m glad I decided to go today. I can write up results tomorrow.”
“You’ve got lots of time before the Science Fair.”
“Yeah, but there’s still a lot to do.”
“You’ll get it done.”
“And how many days like this will we have to go out on the Chesapeake before it gets too hot? I’ve been chomping at the bit for weeks.”
“You’re telling me,” said Lily, rolling her eyes. “You guys have been at the marina since St. Patty’s Day polishing everything. I’m just glad I got out of it this year. I mean, I love this tub and all, but I have a lot of things going on now at school with Science Club and orchestra and all.”
Caroline let the sarcastic reference go because she knew Lily loved Windswept too and there was a tiny grin at the corner of her lips when she said it. “It was worth it, wasn’t it? Today?”
Caroline felt Lily nod against her arm, with a murmured “Oh, yeah.”
She put her arm around Lily and they leaned together, gazing raptly at the water as it hypnotized their senses- rushing, always rushing in a sheet of white foam past the bow.
Caroline ran her fingers through her daughter’s long, silky hair. “Needs cutting.”
“No, please,” Lily pleaded. “I like it this way.”
“Last time I knew, you thought long hair was too much of a bother. When did you change your mind?”
“Guys like long hair.”
“No! It’s not like that. There’s no one special.” Lily reddened. “The only stuff I’m interested in at the moment is finishing my science project. But it doesn’t hurt to... well... you know.”
Caroline laughed. “Sure. I know. Keep all your options open. Be ready just in case?”
“Sort of. “
“OK, you can leave it long. But we’ll get you a trim-- just for the split ends.”
“OK, Mom. You’d better get on back. Dad’s looking impatient.”
David, his white windbreaker tied now around his waist in the late afternoon sun, puttered around the cockpit. He was tall, and his light brown hair was windblown after the spirited beat upwind. But he seemed to be trying to keep from looking at Caroline.
Caroline tried to catch his eye but his tinkering today seemed distracted. He was uncharacteristically silent. Whenever she was not at the helm when they sailed, she relaxed and watched the water and the sky and the sails. David, however, kept up a never-ending ritual of adjusting sails and halyards. He was a perfectionist with the details on the boat. Today, though, it was more than that. He wasn’t being a perfectionist. He was avoiding her.
“Want to put up the spinnaker?” He asked, as he stood, hands on hips staring up at the mast.
“It’s pretty windy for it.”
“Yeah, I know. I just wanted-”
“I know. Long winter.”
He caught her eyes and immediately his gaze slid away. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile, anxious to please him and make this last run home just right. “Go for it. We can handle it.”
After they put up the spinnaker their speed picked up some. It was nerve-wracking, keeping it under control - the light sail was so huge. It was gorgeous, though - hundreds of square feet of blue and green nylon in a huge billow of color that undulated and swayed with each subtle change in wind direction.
“It’s good to be back out on the water, isn’t it?” said Caroline, staring skyward and enjoying the ripple of color.
“It’s fantastic.” answered David wistfully. “Want a soda? I’m going down for a beer.”
“Sure! Lily! Want a soda?”
“Yes, please,” Lily called back, scrambling back from her perch at the bow. She plopped down on a bench in the cockpit and put her feet up on the opposite bench.
David fetched the drinks out of a cooler below and turned to head topside. His heart stopped. It was dark in the cabin so behind the wheel Caroline stood out like an angel in the sun. There was a shimmer around her body as she stood behind the wheel concentrating on controlling the spinnaker. What in the world had he done?
Topside, Lily asked her mother, “Think we’ll be back by five? I told Debbie she could come over to help me with some of the data I recorded the other day. She’s way better at statistics than I am.”
“We should be back in time. But I think Dad has some more work to do on the boat before we head home.”
“Aw, Mom, please. I’ve got stuff to do!”
“You made the decision to come on this trip. We have to clean up some things when we get back. We didn’t have time to do much cleaning down here after the marine upholstery company got done making our new cushions.” She ran her hand over the fine, soft material on the settee. It was a color halfway between the blue of the sky and the green of the bay. It had cost the earth to do the entire interior of the cabin and cockpit cushions. She’d spent hours scouring fabric catalogues, but she was delighted with how it turned out.
She pulled herself away from admiring the new upholstery and turned to Lily. “You know your father won’t leave it until it’s perfect.”
“Don’t I know it! He’s a stickler about everything. Especially this boat!”
Her mother raised her eyebrow at her, letting her know she was on the verge of disrespect. “Resign yourself. If you help, we’ll get home sooner.” She smiled at Lily’s huge sigh of acquiescence. When they got close to their slip, David took the spinnaker down.
David took over the details of getting the outside of the boat put back together while Caroline and Lily went below to straighten up. He re-tied Caroline’s granny knots into square knots, put the sail cover on and coiled the lines. When everything was clean and neat, he joined Caroline and Lily.
“Caro- I think I’ll scrub some of the non-slip in the cockpit before we leave.”
“Then we can go home so I can call Debbie over to work on my project?” Lily asked her father.
“Yes. Then we can go home.” He leaned over to peer at a smudge in the fiberglass.
“We’re gonna go to the bathhouse and clean up a little bit,” said Caro.
“I’ll text Debbie that we’re coming home.” Lily pulled out her iPhone.
“Of course,” said Caroline with a touch of sarcasm. “She would never guess we were coming if you didn’t text her. After all, it’s been ten minutes since we pulled into the marina and you texted her about that, and twenty minutes since we headed into the estuary when you texted that to her.” Lily grinned and Caro shook her head in consternation.
The two climbed onto the dock and walked over to the log cabin structure that housed the toilet facilities and showers. David watched them go, Caroline with her arm around her daughter, and Lily laughing at something her mother said. He felt sick. He tossed the rag down onto the bench seat in self-disgust and capped the Soft Scrub. His stomach was roiling and he couldn’t stand to do any more work on the boat today.
Caroline and Lily returned and he picked up the cooler. Everyone took an armload to head back to the car. Caroline stopped halfway down the pier and looked back at all thirty-five feet of their beloved sloop. “It’s incredible that Windswept has been with us for so many years- that we’ve always been able to come down here anytime we wanted knowing that it’d be here, waiting for us.”
David swallowed past the lump in his throat and felt tears well up in his eyes. Caroline looked at him curiously, and then seemed to accept his emotion as happiness and pride. “I know,” she said. “I feel the same way.” She turned away from the boat. “Sometimes I wonder what I’d do now without it.”
David stood alone on the dock between the rows of boats clutching the cooler to his midriff as Caroline and Lily walked away from him. He watched them go but couldn’t make himself move. Fear, regret, and uncertainty kept him rooted to the weathered boards. His gaze turned toward the sleek white boat and suddenly it became a symbol of everything he had with his family.
In that moment it all crystallized like a portrait in his head- a vision of his wife and his beautiful little girl on the deck of the boat this afternoon, laughing and happy and excited. Life as they knew it was carefree. It was good.
It was an illusion.
The picture vanished. He turned grimly towards the car.