As he anticipated, her bedroom light was on and the porch light
shone into the darkness. He cut the engine and rolled to a quiet stop. He
didn’t want to awaken Ruby and he hoped that she was long asleep. Katy
opened the door before he reached it and light from a single lamp in the
living room illuminated her face. The flannel gown she wore was opaque but
he could see the curves of her body beneath the cloth. She cupped his face in
“You’re cold. Come in. Are you hungry?”
He put his hands over hers and nodded. “You’re what I’m hungry
As he had waited hours to do, he devoured her mouth with his, desire
flooding his veins. His kiss was an unspoken question, an invitation and as
her body surged toward him, he felt her answer. A living force spun between
them and drew them together. His hands moved over her shoulders in a
caress then dropped to her breasts, nothing but flannel separating them from
his touch. She moved with somnolent pleasure and pulled the gown over her
head. It fell to the floor and he kicked it away as her hands moved over his
torso, her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. He stripped away his jeans and
stepped out of his boots.
His hands explored her body as his mouth sought hers again and
again. In tandem, they sank to the rug that covered the floor and without
restraint he plunged into her with powerful need. Her legs wrapped around
his body and together their passion spiraled toward a climax that shattered
them both. Spent, they lay together on the rug. He nuzzled her lips, her nose,
her cheeks, and her neck. He heard her whispers, the soft endearments
mingling with tiny sounds of pleasure. Only the fear that Ruby might come
downstairs and find them spurred him to sit up. He groped for his scattered
clothing and dressed.
Still naked, Katherine stood before him. She buried her head against
his chest and sighed, a rich, full sound of contentment.
“You must be really hungry now.”
Laughter bubbled up within and he nodded. At the crook of her
finger, he followed and ate three thick sandwiches. Her wide smiles gave him
joy each time he looked at her, now clad in her gown. He would not
remember later what they talked about but he would recall the laughter. After
a shared piece of cake, he reminded her that he had to go and she nodded as
her smile faded.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, honey, but I like it.” He
rubbed his chin against the top of her head. With the slightest inclination,
he’d have her on the floor again but he had heard the floorboards creak
upstairs and restrained his urge. “It’s late and you must be tired.”
“Good night Ben. Sweet dreams.”
Katy arrives home in rural Arkansas on the run from debts her now-dead druggie husband incurred with a mob character, who wants Katy to pay those debts.
She is met by an old friend, Ben, who has his own demons to get rid of. Can Ben protect Katy from the mob? Can either of them learn to enjoy each other as foretold by Ben’s grandfather, a seventh son of a seventh son, who claims to see the future?
Kinfolk is a great story, well told, with suspense and intrigue around every corner. Former SEAL Ben has to call on all his old training and cunning to keep Katy safe. I liked all the characters, even the ditzy nail tech wife of Ben’s cousin. The pathos of watching Ben’s grandfather fade away is well told and evocative of the feelings any reader has had at the death of a loved one.
This is a great read, whether you are a mystery/adventure or a romance fan or both. It’s small town Wal-Mart chic at its best, as anyone who has ever lived in a small town will recognize.
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