The McLaughlins, Book 1
In high school Sarah fell for her best friend’s older brother—one of the sexy, Scottish McLaughlin boys. But a painful betrayal showed her she’d been a fool to give her heart to a bad boy. At least it made it easier to leave him and move halfway around the world when her Navy dad got stationed in Japan.
Eleven years later, the death of her grandmother has forced Sarah back to Whidbey Island for a month. It’s the length of time she must stay in her inherited house before she’s allowed to sell it, take the money and run. But when she sees Ian, bad as ever and still looking like sin on a stick, she can’t keep her mouth from watering.
One look at Sarah stirs up the regret lingering in Ian’s heart—and never-forgotten desire lingering in his body. He should walk away, especially since divorced single mothers aren’t his style. But when she starts showing up at his family’s pub, he can’t resist a little casual seduction for old time’s sake.
One thing quickly becomes clear, though. The heat between them is causing an avalanche of secrets and betrayal and nothing will ever be the same.
“Verdict Stevens (Love Me Knot; Melting Point) has written a solid and thoroughly charming romance novel. Readers will enjoy meeting the McLaughlin clan and be eager for the next series installments. For all romance fans.— Library Journal, starred review, (Christyna Hunter, Loudoun Cty. P.L., Lovettsville, VA)
“This red hot series is set on an island in the Puget Sound area. The players are a sinfully sexy family of transplanted Scots. I loved this story and am already sold on the series. I can’t wait to read more.” ~ Tulip, Long and Short reviews
“I thoroughly enjoyed the Scottish transplanted family McLaughlin. It was the perfect blend of small town living and returning home.” (TOP PICK) ~ Night Owl Reviews
“Sexy Scottish men are hard to ignore; especially the bad ones! I can barely wait to read more stories of The McLaughlins yet to be written by this extremely talented author.” ~ Fresh fiction
She blinked and wet her lips. “W-what?”
“Are you high? Because we’ve got a history–a pretty complex one where I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with you. And beyond that, I’m not for sale, dammit.”
Ian laughed. The sound so deep and sexy, she hated the way it heated her blood.
“I’m not asking you to suck me off. Though I sure as hell wouldn’t protest if you tried. It’s just a kiss.”
The imagery. Oh, God, the imagery those words created. She shoved it aside, and sputtered,
“You’re disgusting. You kiss your mother with those lips?”
“Not since she moved back to Scotland with Da. And the only kissing I’d like to focus on is between you and I.”
“It’s not going to happen.”
When she stepped back, he followed her. A deliberate dance of seduction. Of intimidation.
“It will happen, Sarah, because I want it to and I’m certain you do too.”