Title: Give Me Grace
Series: Give Me #3
Release Date: July 10, 2014
SYNOPSIS
Casey Daniels has a past forged in Hell. Despite the friends,
the endless supply of women, and the muscle car he spent years restoring, it
still eats away at him.
Grace Paterson is in Sydney as a temporary bassist for Jamieson,
the band Casey handles security for. She’s also infuriating, off-limits, and
completely irresistible.
A deal is struck, and despite their intense and powerful
connection, both think it will be easy to walk away. But life can be more
ruthless than either of them ever imagined. Not only does Grace have a secret
she’s desperate to keep, Casey has questions from his past that he’s willing to
do anything to get answers for.
It’s not until someone wants one of them dead that Casey
realises his love for Grace is the one thing he could never walk away from.
In a story of revenge, betrayal, secrets, and love, Casey will need to
reconcile his past with his present, before the future he never knew he wanted
is snatched away.
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EXCERPT
I slipped out the front door, letting it softly click shut behind me. Casey was sitting in his car, staring straight ahead as I walked down the drive. Opening the car door, I slid inside and shut it. He didn’t acknowledge my presence, or even look at me at all. He simply shifted gears, and with a quick glance in his rearview mirror, pulled out onto the road.
I clicked my seat belt into place. “Casey?”
With a hard swallow, he shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road as we drove. Despite his controlled composure, his face was pale and tension surrounded him like an aura.
“Casey, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m sorry.” Our eyes met for a brief moment, the connection intense. Raw pain flickered in his eyes before it was quickly banked. “That’s the last thing I want to do.”
His palm slid over my bare thigh, riding upwards as he continued to drive. The touch sent arousal spiking through me, but not enough to override the concern.
“Where are we going?”
He shook his head as if he had no clue. After a moment, he replied, “I want to drive, but I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with you.”
My eyes fixed on his profile as he drove. The knuckles of his right hand were white on the steering wheel and his jaw tight. Something wasn’t right. In fact, something was very wrong. I slid my hand over his, my pulse racing when he flipped his palm over and grabbed hold.
“Casey?”
He glanced over at me.
“I want to be with you too.”
His answer was a squeeze of my hand before letting go.
We sat in silence as he drove. I stared at the dashboard, having no idea what to do or say or how to fix what was wrong.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Sure.” A smile came to his lips. It was forced because it never reached his eyes. “Just a bad day at work, you know?”
“No, I don’t know. Maybe you should tell me.”
The roads were eerily quiet when he pulled to a stop at a red light. “I don’t want to talk right now.” His hand fell on my thigh again, the calloused palm scraping my skin as it slipped upwards. Reaching between my thighs, he dragged my panties to the side and slipped his fingers inside, gently massaging my clit and dragging a moan from my throat. He leaned over, putting his mouth on my ear, his breathing coming harder and heavier.
“I want to fuck you, Grace. Not just tonight, but every night,” he professed, his fingers working me expertly. The red light turned green, but with no cars around, Casey ignored it. “Hard enough for it to hurt, so that when you leave, me fucking you is the only thing you can think about.”
I closed my eyes, my head falling back against the headrest. I wanted him to fuck me that hard. I wanted to feel him inside me even when he wasn’t there, but not like this. Not when he was using sex to mask a hurt so painful and deep I could feel the ache of it surrounding me until I felt suffocated.
“No,” I gasped.
He froze at the single word, his hand stilling instantly.
“There’s something wrong, Casey. I can feel it.”
His hand slipped out of my panties and I mourned the loss. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped.
Tension bled into the car as he put it in gear and accelerated swiftly. My eyes burned. When we were good, it was wild and intense and consuming, but we always spiralled into such a hot mess. I wasn’t sure if Casey and I would ever find a happy medium.
Drawing a deep breath, I forced calm. “Maybe you should take me home.”
“No.”
My brows flew up. “No?”
“No.” He shook his head, his tone cold and harsh. “This was your deal, and now you want to turn it into some kind of relationship? That’s not what this is. This is about you and me and sex. So maybe you should spread your legs so we can both get what we want.”
I clicked my seat belt into place. “Casey?”
With a hard swallow, he shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road as we drove. Despite his controlled composure, his face was pale and tension surrounded him like an aura.
“Casey, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m sorry.” Our eyes met for a brief moment, the connection intense. Raw pain flickered in his eyes before it was quickly banked. “That’s the last thing I want to do.”
His palm slid over my bare thigh, riding upwards as he continued to drive. The touch sent arousal spiking through me, but not enough to override the concern.
“Where are we going?”
He shook his head as if he had no clue. After a moment, he replied, “I want to drive, but I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with you.”
My eyes fixed on his profile as he drove. The knuckles of his right hand were white on the steering wheel and his jaw tight. Something wasn’t right. In fact, something was very wrong. I slid my hand over his, my pulse racing when he flipped his palm over and grabbed hold.
“Casey?”
He glanced over at me.
“I want to be with you too.”
His answer was a squeeze of my hand before letting go.
We sat in silence as he drove. I stared at the dashboard, having no idea what to do or say or how to fix what was wrong.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Sure.” A smile came to his lips. It was forced because it never reached his eyes. “Just a bad day at work, you know?”
“No, I don’t know. Maybe you should tell me.”
The roads were eerily quiet when he pulled to a stop at a red light. “I don’t want to talk right now.” His hand fell on my thigh again, the calloused palm scraping my skin as it slipped upwards. Reaching between my thighs, he dragged my panties to the side and slipped his fingers inside, gently massaging my clit and dragging a moan from my throat. He leaned over, putting his mouth on my ear, his breathing coming harder and heavier.
“I want to fuck you, Grace. Not just tonight, but every night,” he professed, his fingers working me expertly. The red light turned green, but with no cars around, Casey ignored it. “Hard enough for it to hurt, so that when you leave, me fucking you is the only thing you can think about.”
I closed my eyes, my head falling back against the headrest. I wanted him to fuck me that hard. I wanted to feel him inside me even when he wasn’t there, but not like this. Not when he was using sex to mask a hurt so painful and deep I could feel the ache of it surrounding me until I felt suffocated.
“No,” I gasped.
He froze at the single word, his hand stilling instantly.
“There’s something wrong, Casey. I can feel it.”
His hand slipped out of my panties and I mourned the loss. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped.
Tension bled into the car as he put it in gear and accelerated swiftly. My eyes burned. When we were good, it was wild and intense and consuming, but we always spiralled into such a hot mess. I wasn’t sure if Casey and I would ever find a happy medium.
Drawing a deep breath, I forced calm. “Maybe you should take me home.”
“No.”
My brows flew up. “No?”
“No.” He shook his head, his tone cold and harsh. “This was your deal, and now you want to turn it into some kind of relationship? That’s not what this is. This is about you and me and sex. So maybe you should spread your legs so we can both get what we want.”
AUTHOR BIO
Kate
McCarthy grew up in a small town outside of Port Macquarie, Australia. Raised
in a house just a short walk to the beach, Kate enjoyed the peaceful, relaxed
atmosphere and friendships that come from being raised in a friendly, small
town area.
She now
resides in Brisbane, Australia, a city in the state of Queensland where she
works as an accountant, along with a sideline wedding cake business and her
writing.
She is
married with two children, has two dogs and house in the suburbs, and a pile of
friends and family dotted all over the country that help keep her sane.
When she’s
not busy running after naughty kids, filthy dogs, crunching numbers, piping
buttercream and writing books, you can find her curled up in bed in the early
hours of the morning reading new books and re-reading old favourites. Her
favourite books are the Black Dagger Brotherhood series by J.R. Ward in which
she longs to eventually join the brotherhood and change her name to Phierce
Mutha.
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