Authors: Riley Mackenzie
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: Fall 2015
Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen with Okay Creations
Everyone has a plan.
Dr. Guy Hunter secures his dream fellowship with a beautiful free spirit by his side. Two unexpected blue lines don’t even shake his resolve—he is on his way to having it all. Until he isn’t.
Abruption: a sudden breaking off
Jules Chiappetti loves her boisterous over-involved Italian family but is determined to pave her own way. An MBA and boardroom job is her ticket out. Until it isn’t.
Abruption: an unexpected event
Four years later, Guy is consumed by the challenges of being a single father, still struggling with the aftermath that derailed his life and left his son with special needs. He doesn’t realize his world went dark the same day his wife’s did, until Jules, his son’s new nurse, shows him the light.
I was the selfish bastard acting as if I was the only one taking a risk. The same scenario had played out in my mind and it was the reason I avoided dating all these years. I find a woman that’s into me, accepts my kids. Finn and Max get attached and then she realizes she didn’t sign up for insta-family. It was never worth putting my kids through the disappointment they had enough shit luck with their own mother. But what if a woman truly fell for me and the kids and I was the one to walk away? What if I bailed? In the end Finn and Max would always be mine, always be with me. Where would that leave a woman like that?
Jules was a woman like that.
She wasn’t most women.
Fuck, her risk suddenly seemed greater.
Bringing me back to the reason I was a selfish bastard.
Without hesitation, I nuzzled back into the same position against her neck but this time I wrapped my arms around her center and pulled her against my chest. I needed to make this right. I wanted her to feel my heart racing. “How about we take our time and give each other the chance to say yes. Just give me the heads up whenever we need that minute. Yeah?”
Her arms tightened over mine. “Yeah.”
I kissed my now favorite spot on her neck again then said, “Now how about we eat some breakfast beautiful, so you can shower and we can start our weekend. Or is there a minimum hour before you take off your slippers that I should know about?” She moved so we were face-to-face, her eyes now honey caramel. Damn she was beautiful.
“They’re not slippers, they’re Uggs.”
And definitely not most women.
About Riley Mackenzie
Yep. That’s an “s.” There are two of us!
We’re East coast girls separated by Long Island Sound who met in Physician Assistant School and have been besties ever since. We can safely say that thirteen miles of water does not get in the way because we talk or text, no exaggeration, at least 150 times a day. No, really, we do—about everything and nothing. Shockingly, we never (we mean never) run out of things to say. Umm, ever. We definitely laugh A LOT and we’re a tad sarcastic. And if we’re being totally honest, one or two people might have, on occasion, used our names and ‘dramatic’ in the same sentence. But it’s hard to trust the sources since they married us.
It only took twelve years, two husbands, five kids, two dogs, and a two-week vacation in Cape Cod later to decide the romance world needed a splash of medicine. Write what you know.
So you can easily find us at 4 o’clock on Bank Street beach with a glass of cold Prosecco brainstorming. And guaranteed if we bump into you, literally, it’s only because our iPhones are glued to our hands (totally out of our control) either writing or editing our next novel (and yes, it is possible to do from your iPhone, we mastered it … damn those straight quotations).
When we are not working on our book or reading the latest angsty romance on our kindles, you basically name it and we have it going on. Soccer, lacrosse, golf, swimming, dance, gymnastics, football, chess, baseball, basketball, skiing, ice skating, school, homework, and more school.
Oh yeah, did we forget to mention our careers in medicine?
Needless to say, we realized fast that something had to go, so we opted for sleep. It’s completely overrated (yet so AMAZING) and delirium makes everything funnier. Good thing we share a brain and can pretty much complete each other’s sentences (definitely weird, we know), otherwise it might have taken us two years to write Beautifully Awake rather than one.
So that’s our story, who we are … just add AUTHORS to the list!