âWhatâs wrong, hon?â he asked in a hoarse voice. âWhy are we stopping?â
âBecause itâs not a good idea. We shouldnât be doing this.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I work for you. It could get uncomfortable.â
âTo hell with uncomfortable. Tell me you donât like what Iâm doing.â
His lips grazed the side of her neck, nipping and sucking. She was pulsing all over, uncontrollably.
Kennedyâs fingers dug into Salimâs back, squeezing and kneading the hard muscles. His hands were on her butt now, bringing her closer to him until she could feel his hardness and hear his raspy breaths in her ear. The feel and smell of him excited her.
âI want to make love to you,â he said gruffly.
âWe shouldnât.â
is a national bestselling author, and a former travel-industry executive. Sheâs lived in five different states and has traveled to some of the more exotic parts of the world. The Far East, Venice and New Zealand are still her favorites.
She enjoys a good workout, is passionate about animals, old houses and tearjerker movies. Marcia is also the editor of a monthly newsletter entitled Marciaâs Romantically Yours. Log on to her Web site, www.lovemarcia.com, and find out what sheâs all about.
This oneâs for Shanna Eilersâ
my Pacific Northwest Connection and breakfast pal.
Dear Reader,
Seattle has always been a favorite city, and even though Iâve traveled the world, it still remains one of my top-ten places. It just might have something to do with me landing there right out of flight-attendant school back in the day.
Last year I had the opportunity to return to this city for an extended period of time. I found much had changed, yet my love affair began all over again. Seattle is simply the kind of place that calls to you because of its beauty and tolerance of different lifestyles.
Therefore you can only imagine how excited I was to pen a series set in this wonderful city. My biggest challenge was crafting my heroineâs personality because she is organized, orderly and totally unemotionalâvery different from me. I had fun with the whole process of her becoming unraveled when she fell in love.
If youâve enjoyed reading this book, keep in mind there are two more books in the Get a Life series. I am currently working on the second. While youâre waiting, consider taking a little vacation, and put Seattle on your list. Youâll fall in love with the Emerald City just as I have.
Romantically yours,
Marcia King-Gamble
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
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
âHey, where are you going with my car?â Kennedy Fitzgerald shouted, racing after the tow truck backing out of her driveway that had her precious Honda attached; the Honda she planned on paying off in full next week.
A few tendrils escaped the headband Kennedy had used to pull her hair back. In a frustrated motion she swept them off her face before flailing her arms at the driver. âYou have no right to take my car! Iâve been making monthly payments!â
The tow truck driver spotting her came to a halt. He wound down his window and peered out. âLook, lady, Iâm just doing my job. Pay your car note and the finance company wonât repossess your car. Itâs the way things work.â
âPay my note? What are you talking about?â Kennedy shouted. She could feel her face heating up. âI pay my bills on time, way before theyâre due. Why am I explaining this to you?â
âTell the story to the bank. Donât beat up the messenger.â
Through his open window the driver flipped her a business card. It floated to the ground. As Kennedy bent to retrieve it he floored the accelerator, and zoomed off with her vehicle attached.
âMiss, you owe me forty-five dollars,â the cabdriver whoâd been unloading her luggage carped. Heâd been watching the action from a safe distance.
Kennedy let out a deep sigh and peeled off a few bills, folding them into the manâs open palm. Wait until she got her hands on her cousin Marna. How could she let this happen?
âCan I have a receipt?â Kennedy asked the driver.
He fumbled through several piles of paper and found a preprinted receipt. Where is Marna anyway? Why hadnât she come out to greet her and help her unload? She had to have heard the taxi pull up, or at the very least the noisy tow truck.
Marna had been living with Kennedy rent free. In exchange for not paying rent, sheâd agreed to take care of the triplex and collect the rent from the other apartments. This money was to be used to pay Kennedyâs bills while she was goneâincluding the car note.
To make it easier for the money to be deposited, Kennedy had asked her tenants to write checks directly to Marna. Sheâd instructed her to collect the rent checks on the first of the month from each tenant and deposit them in the joint account theyâd opened up.