Closure

There’s always the one…

He’s one person throughout life you think about every so often, the one who
leaves his unique indelible mark on you, the person with whom you need
closure.

For Margaret Collins that person was Mike Taylor. After he broke her heart
seventeen years ago, she left everything she knew and reinvented herself.
With a new home, a new look and a new name, Riley Williams is now an up and
coming journalist given the assignment to interview a Mike Taylor. She
never suspected he would be her Mike Taylor. With Mike having no hint of
Riley’s true identity, she must decide if she will make him pay for sins he
doesn’t remember committing, or if she can wipe away the past and be with
the one man who she has always wanted?

About Kim Carmichael

Kim Carmichael began
writing eight years ago when her love of happy endings inspired her to
create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and
married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep all her gadgets
running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen
trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.

Follow Kim Carmichael
Website | Facebook
| Twitter

Purchase
on Amazon

Follow the Tour

Kim Carmichael is offering two HUGE Prize packs.

Open to US residents 18+ Fill out the form below to Enter!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

 

And Now the Excerpt!

 

His mouth went dry. Her pale skin glowed against all the black.

She rolled up the shirt and put it in her handbag. “What are you waiting for?”

He cleared his throat and pushed the button. The elevator doors closed. If she wouldn’t allow him to know where they were going, he would make headway in another direction. He stepped back and slid his arm around her waist. She settled against him. Her position gave him the perfect opportunity to take in the top of her breasts. They wanted to overflow out the lingerie disguised as a dress. The corset contoured to her curves, accentuating what was already magnificent. He dared to snake his hand up.

“You look troubled.” She moved her hair out of her face.

“You look beautiful.”

“Are you sure it’s not too much?” A bit of pink stained her pale cheeks.

He let his gaze travel from her face to her neck decorated with a black lace choker, and back to her cleavage. He was never going to make through tonight without having her. “It’s not too much.” He took a chance and moved his hand to the edge of her breast. Even with the restrictive garment, her flesh changed, soft, welcoming, enticing.

She arched her back toward him. “So, you like what you see?”

Less than ten minutes ago this woman wouldn’t kiss him. He wanted to grab her, take her hand and press it to himself and show her exactly how much he liked what he saw. “I can think of nothing better.”

“Are you ready for some surprises?” She reached up to fix his collar. His life had turned into nothing but twists and turns ever since she asked her first interview question.

 

Reminder: This post may contain affiliate links or sponsored content. Clicking a link helps to keep my site running. Please see our privacy and disclosure policy (https://morefrommom.com/contact-me) for more information.