The McRae Series 01 - Twelve Days Sam and Rachel

Probably gotten into the same kind of trouble she started. But she lifted her face that last fraction of an inch, and one more time, her lips settled against his.
    They were so very soft. He teased at them with his tongue, at the opening there, thinking, Let me in, Emma. Just like this. It would be enough. He'd make it enough.
    Her mouth opened to his. His entire body tensed at the possibilities. He gave himself up to the wonders of kissing Emma, put his hand to the back of her head, tangled within her hair, which he wanted down. Now.
    His other hand went to the small of her back, arching her against him. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He let his hand slide down to her bottom, cupping it, pressing her against him.
    He could devour her right here in the kitchen.
    "Damn," he said, pulling back. "This is a bad idea, Emma."
    She gazed up at him, looking dazed and confused. "What is?"
    "You and me," he admitted.
    "How do you know?"
    Because it felt too good, and since when did life get to feel this good to him? Since when did anything really good ever last for him?

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    Bed of Lies
    The McRae Series
    Book Three

    by

    Teresa Hill
    USA Today Bestselling Author

She was standing in the foyer of the most elegant restaurant in town—Steve's arm resting lightly at her back, her future in-laws by her side, her new life firmly in place—when she saw him.
    Customers were heading in and out of the front doors, clustering at the hostess stand, heading off to their tables, everyone going every which way at once, while she stood frozen in place.
    There he was, Zach McRae in the flesh.
    All grown up and absolutely perfect, as she'd always known he would be one day.
    There was a quick rush of pleasure and surprise at first. She'd always liked him so much. And for a moment it was as if Julie Morrison's life were a movie playing out on the big screen and someone had just hit the pause button. No, as if they'd sent the tape in reverse. In an instant, she was seven years old again, scared, lost, and trying to hide in a quiet corner of his parents' house, wishing she never had to go home, him promising sincerely that his family would always be there for her. Young as he'd been at the time, he'd meant it, had kept that promise so many times over the years.
    Zach turned, saw Julie, and walked right up to her, shoulders wide and squared, a too-familiar smile on his face—as if he'd last seen her yesterday, not more than eight years ago—and said, "Hello, Julie."
    "Zach," she managed to say. "What are you doing here?"
    What she really wanted to say was, Please don't say another word. Please don't ruin anything.
    "Business." He was still smiling. "And you? Is this where you disappeared to? Memphis?"
    She laughed. What else was there to do? A part of her was surprised, maybe even hurt, that he'd recognized her so easily. She thought she'd come so far from that girl she used to be. Especially standing in the lobby of one of the finest restaurants in Memphis, a discreet, hopefully stylish, designer dress wrapped around her body. Steve's ring—a tasteful family heirloom passed down through the generations—on the third finger of her left hand.
    And yet, at the same time, she realized there was a part of her that despite everything else, was immeasurably pleased that Zach had known her right away, even after all this time.
    "You disappeared?" Steve asked as his arm tightened around her, bringing her back to the present.
    She realized they were all looking at her, Zach and Steve, as well as Steve's parents. Both in their sixties, tastefully gray and discreetly looking of old Southern money, they'd never been happy at the prospect of welcoming her into their family. Somehow, they'd known she just didn't belong in a family like theirs.
    Calm down, Julie told herself. All she had to do was stay calm. And get rid of him. Stay right here in this carefully constructed world. It was hers now. No one could take it away.
    Steve's mother cleared her throat and gave Julie a pointed look.
    "I'm so sorry," Julie said. "I was just surprised.... Steve, this is Zach McRae, an old