Lieutenant John Sullivan of the U.S. Navy SEALs is used to control in all things and especially when it comes to love. He has one rule.
DO. NOT. GO. THERE.
A recent mission gone wrong sees him seeking refuge at his cabin in the Adirondack wilderness, a place where he goes to deal with the things he has to do as part of his job.
Dr. Maggie O’Brien, Senior Trauma Surgeon at Hillview hospital, New York is dedicated to saving the lives of her patients, leaving her little time for anything resembling a personal life.
When it comes to love she has one belief.
NO. TIME. FOR. THAT.
A work related crisis sees her fleeing New York for the seclusion of the Adirondacks where her burnt-out body and weary soul crave solitude .
The last thing John Sullivan wants whilst he tries to deal with the emotional aftermath of his last mission is the distraction of a fiery red-head with curves that would tempt a saint.
The last thing Maggie O’Brien wants as she finally takes some time to examine her life is to deal with her body’s unwanted response to the bossy, over-bearing man who rescued her in the woods and who drives her crazy in every way.
Soon, though, each realizes the other may not be what they want but what they need.
However, ghosts from the past and shocking events from the present shake John to his core and lead him to make a fateful decision that may just cause him to lose the woman he loves, forever.
Maggie had known, just known, he was going to object to her camping plan. God but the guy was annoying, predictable but annoying. She shrugged his hand off her arm and squared up to him, well as much as anyone could square up to a man-mountain.
“Listen,” she started, “I really appreciate all you have done for me over the past two days, I really do but where I go from here and what I do, really isn’t any of your business.”
John couldn’t believe his ears. On top of what seemed like her intention to camp in the Adirondack wilderness by herself, she was now basically telling him to mind his own business and get lost. He looked into her green eyes, flashing with defiance. He could feel his blood starting to come to the boil. She went to get into the truck again and again he grabbed hold of her, this time with both hands.
“Just a minute there lady,” he ground out between clenched teeth as Maggie tried to shrug out of his grip but this time he wasn’t letting her go, “do you actually have some crazy idea in your head to go camping in the woods by yourself, yes or no?”
Her eyes blazed with anger and her chin was positively pointing skyward as she hissed out her reply, “Yes.”
With that she placed both her hands on his chest and tried to push away from him but he was having none of it and pulled her closer. That, however, was a mistake. Immediately he felt the fullness of her breasts against him and desire flashed through him like molten liquid. He looked down into her upturned face and even though he felt like strangling her, he felt like kissing her more.
How a woman could infuriate him and turn him on so much at the same time, he had no idea but as she opened her mouth to say something, he didn’t care, as he crushed his lips to hers. He wanted to shut her up, to dominate her, to own her, possess her and most of all he desperately wanted to get her the hell out of his system.
His frustration got the better of him and he kissed her hard, pulling her roughly against him until she could barely breathe. He slid one arm around her back, holding her in a vise-like grip and he placed his other hand on the back of her head, pressing her to him as he ravaged her mouth.
It happened so quickly, Maggie didn’t see it coming. Only seconds ago she had been about to launch into a tirade against the man who was now kissing her so thoroughly she thought she might faint, except for the fact her body was on fire.
She knew she should resist, somehow wriggle free of his grip and ask him what the hell did he think he was doing but that would mean this amazing kiss would have to end and she had never been kissed like this in her life and she intended to get as much of it as she could. So she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth even further to allow him ravage her that bit more.
John felt her acquiesce and a small part of him felt a sense of triumph. It was good to know he had something in his armory to deal with her. He slowed his assault on her mouth and instead of continuing to crush her lips to his and mercilessly invade her mouth with his tongue, he now gently caressed her lips and his tongue languished inside her, making teasing forays inside her mouth.
Maggie thought she was going to lose her mind. God, if this man could send her to another dimension with just a kiss, she didn’t dare imagine what all-out sex with him would be like. Each gentle caress of her lips and tease of her tongue sent flickers of desire rippling through her, starting in her mouth and ending between her legs, where they were building into one pulsating throb of need. She moaned into John’s mouth and pressed herself against him, communicating in a way words never could just how much she wanted him.
John’s anger started to dissipate but this left him with an even bigger problem as it was being replaced by something much more troublesome, raging desire and a hard-on so intense it hurt. She wasn’t supposed to kiss him back. She was supposed to get angry and pissed off. She was supposed to scream at him, slap his face and tell him to go to hell, thereby solving his problem. That would have been the reaction of a normal woman but it seemed this particular woman didn’t do normal.
He slowed the kiss and reluctantly pulled away, unable to look at her. He felt, yet again, he owed her an apology, so he grabbed himself by his very blue balls and opened his mouth to start to tell her he was sorry but before he got a word out he felt her finger against his lips. He looked down and the sight of her mouth swollen from his kiss and the dark green desire blazing in her eyes was breathtaking. Godammit but if there was an available room in this town right now he’d be dragging her irresistible ass into it and finishing this.
“Shhh,” she quietly commanded him, “I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it. Don’t start blowing all hot and cold on me again. I’m not sorry you kissed me like that, not one little bit but if you do it again you better make sure your lips aren’t writing checks other parts of you can’t cash.”
When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I was always a storyteller and as I grew up I realised I could marry my ability with the English language to all the stories roaming around my head and get them down on paper. At about ten years of age I was producing little homemade “books” and at fourteen I even “launched” a local magazine! I didn’t think of writing as a viable career until my mid-twenties when I became a journalist but that didn’t provide enough of an outlet for my imagination, so I eventually decided to focus on writing books.
What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?
My earliest memory is of reading Robin Hood. I remember the description of him being dressed in “lincoln green” and wondering what sort of green that was! I was most troubled by this. I’d say I was about seven at the time. The book was a present from Santa Claus and it was my first book with no pictures. I can’t tell you how disgusted I was at Santa for bringing me a book with no pictures!
What genre of books do you enjoy reading?
Traditionally I love crime fiction and I always thought that would be what I would write so no-one is more surprised than me that I have written nothing to do with crime fiction! In recent years I have been reading a lot of romance and romantic suspense – which I really enjoy. I also love the classics – anything by Jane Austen, The Bronte sisters, Thomas Hardy etc. I adore beautifully written books so will often have a look at the writers listed for big international literary prizes and check out the books. This is how I came to read Atonement by Ian McEwan, one of my favourite books. I also love reading collections of poetry – Yeats, Kavanagh, Seamus Heaney.
What is your favourite book?
Book? Do I have to pick just one? Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams. The Hunger Games trilogy and The Twilight series. Some recent favourites are Archer’s Voice by Mia Sheridan and Consolation & Conviction by Corinne Michaels.
You know I think we all have a favourite author. Who is your favourite author and why?
I love Ian McEwan for the richness of his prose and imagery. Kaylea Cross for her tight plots, thorough research and great sex scenes. Suzanne Collins for her brutal and unflinching subject matter. Thomas Hardy for his beautiful imagery, George R.R. Martin for his incredible world-building and Stieg Larsson for Lisbeth Salander. Mia Sheridan, Corinne Michaels, Kristen Ashley and E.S. Carter for their wonderful characters, great storylines and depth of character.
If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?
I’d go back to London 1938 and tell, the then British Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain just how Adolf Hitler and Nazism were going to pan out and that he needs to abandon appeasement and take action.
When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?
Finding the time to write and being able to get into the right headspace is difficult – never the writing itself.
Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?
Oh Yes! I’m a dog nut! I adore my dogs! I’m still grieving over the loss of Miss Billie – a lab collie cross and a huge character – loved by all who met her. She died just before Christmas. I still miss my old girl Zara, an amazing German Shepherd who was in my life for over ten years.
What is your “to die for”, favorite food/foods to eat?
Oh this is easy! Fresh Atlantic lobster plucked from the pristine waters of the west of Ireland, served with lemon or garlic butter. New potatoes freshly dug from my dad’s garden and his sweet carrots and my mother’s scones and apple pies are unbeatable.
Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?
Not to be all “famous sport’s brand” about this but just do it! I’d also say don’t waste your precious time with traditional / legacy publishers. Indie publishing is the way to go – if you are a success then the legacy publishers will come looking for you and that’s the way to have them.
Róisín Black comes from the West of Ireland, a place where storytelling is a way of life. She’s a dreamer, a wanderer and a writer. In amongst extensive wandering and dreaming she has managed to carve out a successful career as a journalist, hold-down a marriage, produce two amazing children and spend her time with some pretty cool dogs. She currently lives in Queensland, Australia.