Bronte found herself facing a clearly hungry Connorâ¦
Standing directly in the last remaining beams of the setting sun, Bronte watched Connorâs eyes darken. âThis is crazy,â he muttered, just before burying his hands in her hair and slanting his mouth against hers, the hot wetness of his tongue begging for entrance.
Bronteâs knees went weak and she melted against him for support. She suddenly realized Connorâs arousal pulsed against her stomach. She drew a sharp breath, trying to clear her head. Connor groaned something, then launched a renewed attack on her mouth.
Helpless to resist him, and not sure she wanted to anyway, Bronte arched her back in invitation. An invitation he obviously accepted, Bronte decided, when he backed her up against the rough bark of the tree, well out of sight of any onlookers. The low-hanging branches created a fragrant cocoon around them. The sun finally slipped over the horizon, leaving them in deep, secretive shadows.
Bronte shuddered as Connorâs hand seared her flesh through her dress. Then he dipped his finger inside the low neckline and his hot skin made contact with hers. Desire pooled between her thighs, making Bronte whimper.
Who would have guessed that serious, brooding Connor McCoy could bring a woman to the brink with just a kiss?
Dear Reader,
We canât tell you how much weâve enjoyed writing THE MAGNIFICENT MCCOY MEN miniseries. All the McCoys feel like family, and itâs really tough letting them go. Especially Connor. As the eldest of the five McCoys and fill-in dad to his four rough-and-tumble brothers, his story touched us on the deepest level. So it made sense for us to find Connor a very special woman.
In Never Say Never Again, U.S. Marshal Connor McCoy meets up with savvy junior U.S. Attorney Bronte OâBrien. Bronte is everything Connorâs always avoided in a womanâsheâs strong, sheâs smart and sheâs very, very sexy. But when Connor finds himself framed for a crime he didnât commit, sheâs exactly the woman he needsâon his side and in his bed.
We hope you enjoy watching the last Magnificent McCoy bachelor fall. Weâd love to know what you think. Write to us at: P.O. Box 12271, Toledo, OH 43612, or visit us at www.toricarrington.com for fun drawings. And be sure to keep your eyes peeled for our first book in Harlequinâs new BLAZE series, YOU SEXY THING!.
Hereâs wishing you love, romance and a happy ending,
Lori & Tony Karayianni
aka Tori Carrington
To our editor, Brenda Chin,
who took one look at License To Thrill and saw The Magnificent McCoy Men miniseries. This oneâs for you!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
CONNOR MCCOY CAUGHT A glimpse of himself in the mirror and nearly choked. Yes, he recalled agreeing to be his youngest brother Davidâs best man, though he still couldnât quite figure that one out. Yes, he remembered putting the tuxedo on, every agonizing moment of the ordeal, from fastening the cummerbund to nearly strangling himself with the bow tie. But as he walked through Davidâs bedroom to get his brotherâs wallet, he was startled by his own reflection in the mirror above the dresser.
The guy looking back at him was a stranger, as was just about everyone in his life right now. He puffed his chest out, and turned his head slightly, considering the dark-haired guy in his late thirties looking back at him. Not bad, if he did say so himself. He never spent much time grooming, which explained his startled reaction to spotting his own reflection. He made a monthly visit to the Manchester barber for a trim to the close-cropped cut heâd taken to back at the U.S. Marshalâs Service Training Academy in Glynco, Georgia, over a decade ago. A supply of good, olâ Ivory soap, deodorant, shaving cream, a straight edge razor and a bottle of aspirin were the total contents of his medicine cabinet at his apartment. Completely low maintenance. Unlike some people he could name but wouldnât. His gaze dropped to the dresser in front of him and he frowned, eyeing the variety of colognes there. He picked one up. Sex Bomb?
âWhatâs the holdup?â David asked, popping his head in the doorway.
Connor held up the bottle. âDo you really wear this stuff?â
His younger brother entered the room then leaned against the doorjamb. âEvery chance I get. Drives the women crazy.â He winked.
Connor put the bottle down, nearly knocking the rest of them over as he did so. âI think Iâll pass.â
David collected his wallet from the night table on the other side of the bed. Connor watched him, trying to pinpoint some sort of visible difference. Aside from the monkey suit he wore, he looked the same. His hair was a little neater, maybe, but that was about it. For all intents and purposes, David McCoy was the same smart-ass kid heâd always been.
Why, then, the sudden need to get married?