Category: Jamie Farrell

Jamie Farrell

I’m fine,” she said. “I’m just hiding from the Queen General and her latest poster boy.””The Queen General?” Which one of his sisters fit that description?More like which one didn’t.”Queen General Marilyn,” his visitor said. “Supreme ruler of Bliss and chairperson of Knot Festival.”The words ‘Knot Festival’ twisted CJ’s stomach, and the room seemed to climb ten degrees hotter. He tugged at his bow tie. The woman kept talking…Marilyn rewrote the Golden Husband Games rules so her Exalted Widower is eligible to be named Husband of the Half Century. And you know what? He’s the reason my husband left me.

Jamie Farrell

There’s something you need to know,” he said.Her own breath came out loud and uneven. He was entirely in her personal space, but she’d given him enough power as it was. She wouldn’t back away, wouldn’t let him see her agitation. He tucked her hair behind her ear. Tension took hold of her body. She shuddered, looked up to tell him to stop, but he bent forward, his lips parted, a single freckle on his cheek drawing her attention while his lips got closer and closer and closer until —“For future reference,” he said, “I never kiss horribly.” And before she could blink or breathe or think, his lips closed over hers. His grip tightened in her hair, and when she should’ve protested or pulled away or kicked him in the shins, her body melted into his. Kissing him was wrong…. So wrong. She was so good at so wrong.

Jamie Farrell

My clue is that you’re supposed to keep going once you’ve found me.”His eyes narrowed. Thoughtfully, as though he were looking for the words she wanted to say instead. “Keep going in the maze?” he said slowly. “Or keep going somewhere else?”The man had an evil streak. “The maze,” she said firmly.Helpfully. Like a dutiful daughter of Bliss.”Because there are a few places I’d like to go with you.

Jamie Farrell

She gulped her whiskey sour. The bar was hot tonight.CJ circled back to check on them. “You ladies doing okay?””Define okay.” Natalie’s whiskey seemed to be talking. Because the whiskey was the only thing that could’ve put that husky, suggestive tone in her voice. Yep, that was all the whiskey.He propped his elbows on the bar, which put his face level with hers, and fixed his undivided attention on her. There went her lady bits fanning themselves. With a few added whimpers. They remembered what his hands and body and lips felt like too.”Content.” His voice was low and raw, his gaze penetrating and unwavering. “Happy. Completely, one hundred percent satisfied.”Her mouth went dry while the rest of her went up in needy flames that made her want to scratch the all-but-gone rash he’d tended so well on Monday.”Nope,” Natalie squeaked. “Not okay then.