Title: Give Me Grace
Series: Give Me #3
Author: Kate McCarthy
Release Date: July 10, 2014
Cover Design: Okay Creations
Photograph: Scott Hoover Photography
Cover Model: Colby Lefebvre
Casey Daniels has a past
forged in Hell. Despite the friends, the endless supply of women, and the
muscle car he spent years restoring, it still eats away at him.
Grace Paterson is in
Sydney as a temporary bassist for Jamieson, the band Casey handles security
for. She’s also infuriating, off-limits, and completely irresistible.
A deal is struck, and
despite their intense and powerful connection, both think it will be easy to
walk away. But life can be more ruthless than either of them ever imagined. Not
only does Grace have a secret she’s desperate to keep, Casey has questions from
his past that he’s willing to do anything to get answers for.
It’s not until someone
wants one of them dead that Casey realises his love for Grace is the one thing
he could never walk away from.
In a story of revenge, betrayal, secrets, and
love, Casey will need to reconcile his past with his present, before the future
he never knew he wanted is snatched away.
Cooper topped my wine
glass again without missing a beat.
I glanced sideways. “Are
you trying to get me drunk?”
He leaned in, whispering,
“Yes. Is it working? You seem a bit edgy.”
That was because my body
was craving sex. Lots of it. With Casey. A quick glance across the table found
him watching our exchange intently.
Between the revolving
front door of the duplex and his roommate, finding privacy was going to be more
complex than long division. He would either have to climb a ladder to my window
or sex was going to happen in the back of his car, and because he was yet to
mention anything about the damaged backseat, that option was off the table. The
man was either biding his time or he hadn’t seen it yet. Considering I was
still alive, I was voting for the latter, but it was only a matter of time.
Focusing on my plate, I
picked up a piece of chicken and peeled the skin away. “Can you pass me a
napkin?” I asked Mac on my left and licked my finger.
My phone vibrated in the
pocket of my dress as she handed it over. Pulling it out, I saw a text message
from Casey. I glanced at him across the table but he appeared in deep
conversation with Travis. Swiping a finger across the splintered screen, I read
the message.
Do
that again.
Do what again? Lick my finger? I put my phone down, and after a quick
glance around the table, I slid my finger in my mouth, sucking gently before
dragging it slowly from between my lips. Finished with the slightly erotic
display, I glanced over at Casey. His eyes were locked on my mouth, dark with
hunger. Wincing slightly, he reached down and with a quick, casual movement,
adjusted himself in his pants.
I quickly tapped out a
return message.
Do
that again.
He did.
After reading my reply,
he actually reached down, cupped the bulge in his pants and squeezed. My entire
body clenched at the sight, forcing a light sweat to break out across my brow.
I reached for the wine Cooper poured, feeling the urge to rub the ice-cold
glass soothingly across my forehead.
After downing another
half glass, I set it down and caught Casey intent on his phone, his fingers
tapping away.
This was sexting? How did
people survive it?
Mac was talking to me
when my phone eventually alerted the incoming message. After taking a bite of
chicken, I picked it up and promptly began choking.
If
my cock looks half as good as your finger did the way it slid in and out of
your mouth, then I want in.
Mac pounded me on the
back with surprising force while I choked and wheezed. Jesus. The message basically said blow me now, yet he’d managed to word in such a way that I was
ready to get on my knees right then and there. The man could charm the panties
off a nun. I put my phone down to grab at the napkin Cooper waved in my face.
Casey sat across from the table laughing at me while I dabbed at my watery
eyes.
I narrowed my gaze on him
with deliberate intent before I tapped out another message.
You
said you were good with your tongue, Casey. Prove it.
Travis was talking to him
when he opened the message. I watched his eyes flare wide before he typed out a
quick reply and pocketed his phone.
Upstairs.
You’ve got five minutes.
I should’ve known better
than to issue a challenge to Casey of all people. He was the type of man you
saw running towards danger while everyone else was running in the opposite
direction.
I
utilised a good three minutes eating another piece of chicken, finishing off my
wine and getting caught in conversation with Cooper. I spent another minute wondering
what the hell I’d gotten myself into. In the last minute left, I excused myself
from the table and stood on unsteady legs. I glanced behind me as I walked
inside. Casey was laughing at some comment Travis made that I didn’t quite
catch. His eyes met mine for a split second as he said something in reply, and
they were on fire. That was all it took to know I’d never wanted anything more
in my life than I wanted him right now.
Kate McCarthy grew up in a small town outside
of Port Macquarie, Australia. Raised in a house just a short walk to the beach,
Kate enjoyed the peaceful, relaxed atmosphere and friendships that come from
being raised in a friendly, small town area.
She now resides in Brisbane, Australia, a
city in the state of Queensland where she works as an accountant, along with a
sideline wedding cake business and her writing.
She is married with two children, has two
dogs and house in the suburbs, and a pile of friends and family dotted all over
the country that help keep her sane.
When she’s not busy running after naughty
kids, filthy dogs, crunching numbers, piping buttercream and writing books, you
can find her curled up in bed in the early hours of the morning reading new
books and re-reading old favourites. Her favourite books are the Black Dagger
Brotherhood series by J.R. Ward in which she longs to eventually join the
brotherhood and change her name to Phierce Mutha.
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