The Pride of Jared MacKade (The MacKade Brothers)
Nora Roberts
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: 1480588083
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts returns with the classic tales of the MacKade brothers―their rebellions, their passions and their loves
Jared MacKade believes in taking a stand, and he never turns his back on a fight. So when his work as an attorney brings him up against Savannah Morningstar, her rude behavior and strong defenses aren't nearly enough to scare him off―quite the opposite. Thoughts of the outrageously direct and sinfully sexy woman keep Jared coming back for more. And the more he gets to know her, the more determined he is to stand by her always.
her impromptu dinner with Jared, and she was standing in her kitchen, her hands on her hips, staring at the florist’s box. He’d sent her roses. A dozen long-stemmed red beauties. Traditional, certainly. Even predictable, in their way, she supposed. Unless you factored in that no one in her life had ever sent her a long, glossy white box filled with red roses. She was certain he knew it. Then there was the card. Until your garden blooms How did he know flowers were one of her biggest
skimmed up, from ankle to knee, to thigh and hip, over the muscled stomach that quivered unexpectedly. “You’re the most terrifyingly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Her smile was slow, confident. She sat up, hooked an arm around his neck and brought his ready mouth to hers. Her murmur was approving as he explored her, inch by slow, delicious inch. She thought he had wonderful hands, firm, and just rough enough. Her eyes fluttered closed, dreamily, when he used his thumb to torment the tip of
almost fiercely as she pulled on the second shoe. “Not anymore.” He gave his full attention to the tying of his tie. “There’s no one? Of all the people you’ve known, the people who’ve touched you?” She started to answer lightly, but then it struck her. He didn’t mean people. He meant men. And she remembered what he had said as he made love to her, made her churn and shiver. The way no one ever has. And so, she thought, hurt, that was the crux of it. “You mean lovers.” “You said lovers. I
almost ready, not quite but almost ready, to admit he’d been somewhat heavy-handed. Maybe just the slightest bit unreasonable. Still, she’d been ridiculous. Accusing him of being threatened by a photograph, of wanting a different kind of woman. Of not being satisfied with her because she didn’t read Kafka. God knew where she’d come up with that. He didn’t appreciate the comparison of her life with his, either. Made him sound like a narrow-minded sexist. Which he certainly was not. It was
and lifted one carefully into her hand. “Look, Bry, it fits right in my palm. Oh, aren’t you sweet?” Murmuring, she nuzzled her face against the fur. “Aren’t you pretty?” “I like this one best.” Bryan continued to stroke the tiny gray bundle. “I’m going to call him Cal. Like for Cal Ripkin.” “Oh.” The soft orange ball in her hand stirred and mewed thinly. Her heart was lost. “All right. The gray one.” “You could take two.” Jared stepped into the stall. Her face, he thought, was an open book.