Sunday Smooch With Sue Mackay....

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from  A father For Her Baby by Sue Mackay---- but first 


... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is librarypat! .....


Can you please contact Amy Andrews on amy(at) amyandrews (dot) com (dot) au to receive your copy of The Surgeon's Meant-To-Be Bride .........


And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Sue Mackay ........



The perfect guy for her and her baby girl. . . .?

Kind-hearted nurse Sasha Wilson can’t wait to be a mother! And with her unborn little girl almost here, the last thing she needs is to meet handsome doctor Grady O’Neil…again! The former love of her life walked out on her eleven years ago, taking her heart with him.

Working alongside Grady in Golden Bay’s medical centre, it’s clear their chemistry never died. And something about Grady has changed.  But can Sasha risk her heart on her again? And could he reallly be the father that her baby girl deserves...?

[Sasha Wilson can't wait for the birth of her baby girl, known affectionately as Flipper for her swimming antics, but Dr Grady O'Neil is back in her life after twelve years, and the chemistry is as hot as ever. Today he has cooked her dinner, all in the name of catching up on what they've both been doing over the years, but the tension cranks up remorselessly.]

   Sasha's eyes seemed to take on a life of their own, lifting and fixing on Grady, studying him thoroughly for the first time since last night. 
   Until now she’d been too busy pretending he wasn’t there to really look for who he’d become. That slightly long hair was as luxuriant as ever, and not a grey strand in sight. But there were lines on his face that hadn’t been there at eighteen. Caused by his father’s death? Or working to support his mother and sisters? Dumping her? No, not that. He’d known exactly what he’d been doing that day. His words had been clear, leaving no doubt about his intentions. Blink. Shift focus. Those lips still formed heart-melting smiles. Did they still tease with kisses? Kisses on that sensitive spot behind the ear? Between the breasts? Kisses that devoured her mouth?
   ‘Sash?’
   She shot upright, the chair toppling backwards to crash on the tiled floor behind her. What had she been thinking? The problem was she hadn’t been thinking. No, Grady was the problem. He’d crept out of his box again. Why couldn’t he stay put? Why did he want to upset everything? Throw her off beam? She had begun to get her life back on track. She didn’t need this. So why had she agreed to have a meal with him? Why put herself on the line by walking inside this house, where she’d known nothing but fun and love? Why, why, why?
   ‘Time I went home,’ she muttered, and searched around for her keys. Found them in her pocket. Snatched up her jacket and turned for the door.
   ‘Sasha.’ Grady caught her arm and turned her gently to face him.
   Oh, that gentleness could wipe away a lot of grief—if she let it. It crept in under her skin, under her guard, made her feel again. Feel the love she missed, feel the emptiness waiting to be filled by someone special. Yeah, and set herself up to be left high and dry all over again. No way, sunshine.
   She jerked her arm free. ‘Thanks for dinner.’ She ignored the dismay and hurt in those blue eyes watching her too closely. ‘And good luck with all your plans for getting the house ready for the market.’
   Not that they’d got around to talking about that. Too busy going over the painful stuff. The front door banged shut behind her, cutting off the light as she stomped down the two steps on her way to the car.
Light flooded the yard. Grady strode out to join her, opening and holding her door while she clambered in. She snapped the ignition to ‘on’ before looking up into that familiar yet changed face she’d been denying for so long. She locked gazes with Grady, and waited. For what, she had no idea.
   For a long moment he didn’t move then he leaned forward and she figured he was about to kiss her. Her muscles tensed in anticipation, her hormones did the happy-clappy. Her brain tossed a coin—was this good or bad? When his lips brushed hers she knew it was good. More than good. A girl could get lost in that soft kiss, and when he deepened it, she didn’t have a clue about anything but the man kissing her. It was like honey on ice cream, sweet and cool. Delicious. Then his tongue sought hers and cool went to scorching in an instant. So Grady. So them.
   Until Flipper got in on the act, delivering a heavy kick to her side.

Would you/did you give your unborn baby a nickname? Or were you afraid the name would stick afterwards? Leave me an answer and go into the draw for a copy of a Father for Her Baby.

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Back In The Italian's Bed by Annie West will be posted!

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