Shannon here: Heartsong Presents author, Vickie McDonough shares a glimpse into the romance of her fictional characters. Comment by Sept 18, 8:00 PM Central for a chance to win her book, Second Chance Brides. Watch the comments for the winner and contact me to claim prize. Here’s Vickie:
Garrett kicked the door shut with his boot and carried Miss O’Neil further into the office. A whiff of a soft floral scent whispered around Mark as she passed by, teasing his senses. He clenched his fist as thoughts of Annabelle surfaced.
To Miss O’Neil’s credit, she didn’t seem to enjoy being in Garrett’s arms, but rather sat stiff. Prim and proper—at least as proper as could be in such a situation. For some reason he couldn’t pinpoint, that made him happy. But why should he care?
Garrett set her down in Mark’s chair, not his own, he noted. What was she doing here? He checked her ring finger and relaxed a smidgeon. Surely if Garrett had married the woman, she’d be wearing a ring. He tried to imagine his joke-playing brother and the shy Irish gal together, but the puzzle didn’t fit.
An ornery grin revealed Garrett’s straight teeth, and his eyes gleamed. Something in the pit of Mark’s stomach curdled.
“Here’s your surprise, brother.”
Miss O’Neil’s gaze jerked up to Garrett’s face and then to Mark’s. She looked as stupefied as he. Mark cleared his throat. “What are you talking about?”
Garrett crossed the room in three long steps and plopped down in his desk chair. “Did you forget I told you I had a surprise?”
“I don’t understand.” Miss O’Neil raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“That makes two of us. What you’re talking about, Garrett?”
Mark leaned against his desk and crossed his arms, keeping his back to Miss O’Neil. It was best he didn’t look at the pretty woman. His expression would only trouble her, any way.
Garrett leaned back and put his feet on his desk, looking smug. “You were complaining about breaking your wrist and not being able to keep up with the bookwork. Miss O’Neil needed to find work, so I offered her a job. Solved two problems at once.”
“Well, she can’t stay. I’ll figure out something else.” Mark crossed his arms and clamped his jaw teeth together. He didn’t need daily reminders of how he’d messed up his life.
Miss O’Neil gasped.
Garrett dropped his feet and rested his arms on his desk, all teasing now gone. “We need her, brother, and she needs us.”
Mark closed his eyes, knowing the Irish gal couldn’t see his face. How was he going to get out of this situation without hurting her feelings? But then it was probably already too late for that.
About Vickie: Award-winning author Vickie McDonough has lived in Oklahoma all her life, except for a year when she and her husband lived on a kibbutz in Israel . Vickie has had 20 books and novellas published, and historical Christian romance is her favorite genre to read and write. Vickie is currently the ACFW treasurer, and a founding member of WIN, an ACFW chapter in Tulsa , OK . She is a member of RWA, CAN, Women Writing the West, OKRWA, and OWFI. She is a wife of thirty-five years, mother of four grown sons and grandma to a feisty four-year-old girl. When she’s not writing, Vickie enjoys reading, gardening, watching movies, and traveling. To learn more about Vickie’s books, visit her website: www.vickiemcdonough.com
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