They agreed on three months...but their love knew no
boundaries.
Jack McLachlan is a winemaking magnate and easily one of
Australia’s most eligible bachelors. His success and wealth makes him no
stranger to the complications of romantic relationships and that’s why he goes
to extreme measures to avoid the hassle. He prefers simplicity in the form of a
beautiful female companion with no strings attached. He arranges relationships
like business deals and they’re always the same. No long term relationships. No
real names.
It’s his game and his rules. He’s content to play as usual,
but when Laurelyn Prescott enters his life, his strategy must change because
this player is like none he's ever encountered. His world is turned on its head
after he begins a three month affair with the beautiful American musician.
Nothing goes according to plan and as he breaks more and more of his own rules
for her, she’s exceptionally close to becoming something he never thought
possible. His ultimate game changer.
Beauty from Pain
Excerpt #1
Jack McLachlan’s POV
I sit in the dark corner and scan the room like a starved
predator searching for prey. I haven’t chosen her yet, but the woman who will
share my bed for the next few months is in this room right now.
I watch a lovely blond approach my table. “What can I bring
you?” Hmm. A waitress—not at all my usual taste.
I have a type. Attractive. Mature. Refined. This barmaid
meets the attractive requirement well enough, but she’s void of refinement or
maturity as displayed by her choice of apparel—a white, barely there tank top
and frazzled cutoff denim shorts. She doesn’t do it for me. Plus, my last two
companions were blond. I want a different flavor this time, but no redheads. I
want a brunette. A beautiful one.
I remind myself I’m not in Sydney where I have an endless
variety of sophisticated women from which to choose. My choices are more
limited in the small town of Wagga Wagga, but that doesn’t mean I have to
settle for the first attractive woman I see.
“I’ll have a Shiraz.”
I’m prepared for a more prolonged relationship this
time—three whole months instead of the usual three or four weeks. I’m looking
forward to keeping this one around a little longer, and that’s all the more
reason to be certain I make a wise choice.
I begin my search of the club with the first table toward
the front of the room. A brunette beauty sits with a group of women. I watch
her for a while, but decide she’s too friendly with the woman sitting next to
her. Lesbians aren’t in my repertoire.
I spend the next hour scanning the club and come up
empty-handed. I’m discouraged. No one stands out as the one and this club is by
far my best bet for meeting single women in this town. Maybe I should consider
coming back another time when it’s not open mic night. Tonight, the place is
crawling with boozed college students.
Tonight’s search has been a failure, but at least the
karaoke was entertaining.
I’m finishing off the last of my wine before I leave when an
announcer from the club takes the stage and asks for the next singer to step
forward. A small group of people across the room nominates one of its own. My
view of the poor bastard is blocked by the crowd of intoxicated kids standing
between us, but I’m certain this is going to be another delightful train wreck.
The club erupts into cheer and chants. “Do. It. Do. It. Do.
It.” A young woman walks onto the stage and stands with her back to the crowd
as she lifts a guitar from its stand. She lifts its strap over her head and
then tosses her long brown hair over one shoulder. When she’s finished settling
the guitar into place, she circles around and sits on the stool in the middle
of the stage.
She’s beautiful. And somehow overlooked during my search.
She’s wearing a short ivory dress and a denim jacket with
brown cowgirl boots. She bares her thighs as she lifts her feet to rest on the
bottom rail, but she’s careful to push her dress between her legs so she
doesn’t provide a peep show to the crowd.
She strums the borrowed guitar a few times and then leans
into the microphone. “Is everyone having a good time tonight?”
She’s American. I think. Her accent sounds different—not
like what I’ve heard in the past.
The crowd erupts into a drunken cheer and I hear a man’s
voice yell over the crowd, “It’s better now, sweet thing!”
She smiles and adjusts the mic. “I’m not from around here.
It’s my first night in Australia.”
“Leave with me and I’ll make you feel right at home!” a man
shouts from the back of the room.
She ignores the fat, ugly bastard yelling at her. “I don’t
know what kind of music Australians like, but this has been one of my favorites
for as long as I can remember.” She strums a few more chords. “This is ‘Crash
Into Me’ by the Dave Matthews Band.”
She sings it slower than the original, putting her own twist
on it. Her voice is raspy and sexy, her eyes closed. She oozes eroticism. She
tilts her head and opens her eyes when she begins to sing the chorus. I swear
it feels like she’s looking right in my direction, singing to me. “Oh, and you
come craasshh … into me. And I come into … you … And I come into you … in a
boy’s dream … in a boy’s dream.”
The stage lights shine in her face and common sense tells me
she can’t see me sitting in the dark corner at the back of the club, but that
doesn’t stop me from hoping.
She finishes the chorus and shuts her eyes again. Her long
legs bounce against the rail of the stool to keep rhythm and I fall victim to
her siren’s song. She has bewitched me. And I want her. She’s the one.
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful
husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a
labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an
author and hasn’t looked back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When
she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for
her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to
inspire it.
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