The Lost Sisters Trilogy – Excerpt

Undone By His Desire Excerpt:

Micah watched the emotions cross Daisy's gentle features. The shock was evident, the pain recognizable, and the realization she had family was priceless. She folded the piece of paper and put it back in the envelope. She looked up at him, the tears in her eyes tugging at his heartstrings.

"I have sisters," she whispered.

"Yes, two. You are part of triplets."

"I always wanted a sister, and now…now I have two. How insane is that?" She shook her head. "What is Poppy to you?"

"A friend. I've known her for a few years. She's such a sweet lady, and she wants to make things right, she wants to try and bring you all together."

"Have you found them?" Daisy asked.

He nodded. "Rose lives in Wilmington, and Jack has already made contact with her. Jasmine lives in Chester, UK. Kent landed in Manchester a few hours ago. I'm not sure yet if he's made contact yet."

"Jack and Kent are your business partners?"

"Yes, we were all in the Navy SEALS together."

"I need a little bit of time on my own, Micah…I need to think."

His gut clenched. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, but I'm going to go walking for a little while."

She turned and put her hand against his unshaven jaw, the heat of her skin making him turn his face into the warmth and close his eyes for a second.

"I don't blame you, Micah."

His eyes flashed open.

"You're only trying to help a friend out, but this is so big. Can you understand how hard this is for me? I always knew I was adopted, but sisters…" She shook her head. "I'm thirty years old, all that time has passed and I never knew and that's what I don't know if I can forgive Poppy for."

He covered her hand with his own and turned it over, kissing the palm. "Think about it, Daisy. I'm not going to push you into anything. It's entirely your decision whether you want to meet Poppy and your sisters."

She smiled at him, such a warm, caring smile. "You misunderstand me. I will definitely meet with my sisters, that's unconditional." She pulled her hand away. "It's Poppy I'm not sure about."

He turned as she made her way out of her sitting room.

"Daisy?"

She stopped in the doorway, her hands shoved into the pockets of her sweats, her head slightly leaning to one side.

"Promise me one thing."

"What?"

"You'll think about the circumstances surrounding why you were given up for adoption."

She nodded.

"And…"

She raised her eyebrows.

"Last night."

She blushed furiously, a lovely pink shade.

"Last night was beautiful and had nothing to do with why I'm here. I really do like you and would like for us to see where whatever we feel takes us."

She shrugged. "There is no us."

"Yes, there is. You just don't want to admit it."

She walked out the door without replying.

Damn it all to hell and back, he hoped he hadn't blown it, not just for Poppy but for himself as well.

 

Rejecting His Desire Excerpt:

There was something in her eyes. Unease? Or was it panic? Whatever it was, Rose didn't look at Jack long enough for him to find out. She headed toward the piano and took her place on the stool. Then she surprised the hell out of him by playing When Summer Comes by Oscar Peterson.

He sat back and took a sip of his Coke, letting the music roll off him. He was absolutely mesmerized by her. As he listened to the music run from her fingers, he found that he was more relaxed than he'd ever been. The last note of music was like a caress, a whisper of sound. The room was filled with silence, and then it erupted into applause.

Jack watched as Rose made her way across the room toward the bar, her dog at her heels, having apparently forgotten that she'd left her drink at his table. Picking it up, he followed behind her.

Rose looked up as he sat opposite her.

"Your drink. You play great." He slid the glass across the bar for her, and as she clutched hold of it, their fingers touched. A sizzle of electricity flew up his arm at a speed that shocked him, and he drew his hand away. When he looked at her, he saw that glimpse of desire that she kept well hidden. He swallowed back at the tremendous power he'd felt between them.

"Thank you," she said, taking the drink from him.

Looking down at his watch, he saw it was a little after one AM, and he noticed that the crowd was beginning to thin out as people started to leave.

He didn't get a chance to speak to Rose as she cleared away dishes and cleaned the tables. Jack took the opportunity to answer some emails on his phone. He checked in with Kent, making sure the office was okay and there was nothing important that needed his attention. When Jack looked up, the club was empty.

"Come on, you guys. The cab is here for you." Rose spoke to the three staff that was left.

The girls picked up their purses and followed Tommy, each one bidding Rose goodbye.

"See you, Jack." Liv winked at him.

"Night, Liv." He smiled back.

Rose walked with them to the outside door at the front of the club. Jack got up from his stool and took his glass to the sink behind the bar, rinsing it out.

A barking reached his ears then a scream that had Jack sprinting from behind the bar and across the floor, swinging the double doors open. It could only have taken him a few seconds. Rose was on the floor with Harley lying across her, snarling. There was blood coming from her forehead, and she was unconscious.

Shit.

Harley was growling at him as he approached.

"Harley, you have to let me look at her." He crouched down, gauging the dog at eye level. "Hey, buddy, we both want the same thing. I won't hurt her."

He slowly reached toward her forehead. The dog snarled, but he kept going. He figured that he would be quick enough to move back if Harley went for him.

"Easy, boy. I just want to look." Whether it was his low tone or what, he didn't know, but the dog let his chin drop on Rose's chest.

Jack brushed her hair from the sticky residue, looking at the gash just above the old scar already there. It wasn't deep, but it bled pretty bad—head wounds always did.

"Rose." He let his fingers gently stroke her cheek, aware that Harley watched him closely. "Rose, come on, open your eyes."

A flickering, then those dark lashes swept upward. The skin between her eyes crinkled, and she immediately looked down, gasping.

"Jeezus, Harley, get off. You weigh a ton."

Happy that his master was awake, Harley moved away, but not from her side. Jack helped her into a sitting position. While she was focusing, he strode over to the door, looking outside, but there wasn't a soul in sight.

 

Seduced By His Desire Excerpt:

Jasmine been terrified for what seemed like an eternity, but with Kent there she felt safe. The adrenalin that kept her on her toes with fear was suddenly no longer there and the jitters were taking over.

Kent took something from his bag and put it beneath the lock on the door, but before she had a chance to ask him what it was he was asking her more questions.

"How many times do you think he's been in your apartment?"

"Twice, and I changed the lock each time. He always left a vase of tall, white lilies on my nightstand." They seemed to be assuming her stalker was a he, although she wasn't sure if it was a male or female.

"Did you report that?"

"Yes, but I think they thought I was some kind of loon because I had no proof. Somehow he managed to break in without leaving any evidence."

"Except the lilies."

She nodded. "I threw them away instantly. Although I've never had anyone give me flowers before, and I was tempted to keep them." She laughed, but her shot at humor was lost on Kent and he didn't even crack a smile over that gorgeous face.

"So you decided not to come and see your new niece and pass on Thanksgiving."

"I'm not putting my family at risk. Jesus, Kent, I've only just found my sisters. I missed growing up with them for thirty years. I refuse to put any of their lives in danger."

"You do know we run a security business and that we're fairly successful," he said sarcastically. "You'd rather face this stalker on your own and beat him with a lamp?" The disparagement in his voice annoyed the hell out of her.

"It was the only thing I had on hand, but I can take care of myself."

His eyes were thorough as he observed her. "You're very independent, Jas, but you have to let me help you."

She'd always been that way. Her parents had taught her to take care of herself, which she did, had done.

"You need my help, honey."

Those few words took her breath away, and she wasn't stupid enough to deny him. This had gone too far for her to deal with on her own.