Series: Vegas Heat #2
Author: Molly McLain
Cover Designer: Designs by Dana
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 24, 2017
Even the strongest cry…
The Tough Guy
I watched my best friend overdose with a needle in his arm. Just one time, he said. You’re not living ‘til you’ve tried everything. Well, f*ck that shit. I learned the hard way that some risks aren’t worth taking. Especially the ones that feel good.
For three years, I’ve dreamed of him. The fear in his eyes...the guilt he took on when my brother died. I hate that he’s done this to himself, but there’s not a damn thing I can do to break down the walls he’s built around himself.
Unless I do the unthinkable. The one thing that might rattle his cage...
Like many novelists, especially romance writers, my infatuation with a good love story began early. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I’ll admit that Barbie and Ken acted more than a couple of the story lines I had in my head (sorry, Mom, but, no, not all of them were kid-appropriate). The obsession continued to grow as I got older and, whenever I left home, I always had a wire-bound notebook and a blue ballpoint pen in hand. In fact, every August, I still get that goofy, schoolgirl itch to buy up oodles of pens and paper, because, while I love my laptop, nothing compares to writing long-hand. If the house is quiet and there’s a thunderstorm rumbling outside, even better.
Not that I have the slightest a clue what a quiet house is anymore. Having three rambunctious (but awesome) kids, a zippy dog and a pesky cat has completely blurred my memory of peace and quiet. Oh, and I have a husband too–I call him the FisherGuy–and he’s probably louder and crazier than all the rest. I think I’ll keep him though. After all, he keeps me in fresh fish year-round (yum!) and he’s good hero material. Did I mention he’s also a firefighter?
We live in Northern Wisconsin and, let me tell ya, living here has provided lots of small-town fodder for this writer’s overactive imagination. Of course, I know no one who’s lived anything close to the steamy experiences I write about (not that I’d tell ya if I did *wink*). There’s something inherently sexy about not knowing what goes on behind closed doors…or even better, letting my imagination run free, concocting all kinds of stories and scenarios and putting them down on paper. Or my laptop.