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Geordie
Author: Pax Sinclair
Series: The Scotsman’s Kilt, #2
Publication date: December 20th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
MacTavish Distilleries, my family’s centuries-old company famous for its premium whiskey, sent me to California to craft wine to extend our legacy into America. My family, what’s left of them, remain in Scotland. Even thousands of miles away, my heritage and traditions continue to shape my life.
Despite losing my parents at a young age, I’ve always strived to follow their example—seeking love, marriage, and a brood of wee bairns. I envision this same perfect life, sprinkled with flirtations along the way, but in the end, I will have my own family. However, in a matter of minutes, a brutal dirt bike accident has shattered my life and reset my timeline.
Lying in my hospital bed, with only the sterile hum of machines for company, it’s clear that I must start my family now. With no solid relationship at present, the need to fill this void gnaws at me, urging me to find a solution before desperation leads to rash decisions.
Then there’s Lily, the vibrant chef I recently encountered. When we met, sparks flew, the heat between us intense. Yet, a couple of wee concerns stand in the way of a brilliant relationship. Lily doesn’t think much of me, and from what I could tell, she’s married.
Read “Geordie,” book two of the Scotsman’s Kilt series, a sexy, touching enemies-to-lovers, pregnancy romance. Discover how starting a family can also lead to romance. This is a standalone story.
an excerpt
I look away, not able to bear the hurt in his eyes; I’ve gone too far.
“Look, Lily, you’ve strung me along, kept me at arm’s length to get what you wanted. You used my need for a child to hold me hostage to get your way. This isn’t about me; this is about you. I’ve done what you asked and compromised, because I thought things would eventually change, that you would change.” He shakes his head. “I don’t have to ask where we go from here. I can see this is the end.”
The chair scrapes along the floor as he pushes his bulk away from the counter, red anger coloring his face. Panic rises. I’ve gone too far this time because I’m always testing him, wanting him to prove himself, to be sure he won’t hurt me. He’s not Stephen; he’s never lied. I know he loves me, or at least cares for me. Have I destroyed that too?
I step in front of his path. He steps around me, but as he attempts to pass, I hook his arm, stopping him. “I told you I’m a fuckup sometimes. I seem to be a serial one with you.” He’s facing away from me, but I still keep my tenuous control. “Let’s start this conversation again.”
He turns to stare down at me, unmoving, waiting. “How are you, Geordie?” My hand curls over his tense bicep. “What’s it been like for you these past weeks?” I step into him, wrapping my arms around his waist, holding on tight, praying that he doesn’t reject me. I have no claim on Geordie. I wouldn’t blame him if he pushed me away.
We stand like this for a time, me holding on, with his arms limp at his sides until he lightly places them around me. It’s not the tight, almost bone-crushing hold he normally gives, but I’ll take it and try to burrow into his chest.
“Isolated, lonely,” he murmurs absently. “This differs from physical pain; it’s insidious. The blackness finds you at the oddest times then slowly pulls you apart. All you want to do is find a way to be numb so the mood will pass, but it never does, not completely.”
A wave of sadness overtakes me as I imagine his pain, our pain. I should have been there like he’s been here for me. “You won’t be alone.” Pulling his hands away from my waist, I rock onto my toes until our gazes lock. There’s still mistrust in those steel-blue eyes; he probably thinks I’ll let him down again.
I brush his lips, but he’s unaffected by my efforts. I guess he needs more to know this isn’t a tease. Leaning into him, I wind my arms around his neck, drawing him to me. This time my lips make hard contact, my body pressing into him. My tongue darts, catching the corner of his mouth. I even tug at his lower lip, challenging him to play, but he’s making me do the work. I stop, pushing away, giving him a hard stare. “Respond to me, goddamn it. Isn’t this what you want?”
He snatches my wrist to bring me back. “You don’t know what I want, and your offering is suspect at best. I’m not interested in a kiss and a cuddle.”
“If you don’t want what’s on offer, then let me go.”
We stare at one another, neither of us flinching. It’s his move. I’m just waiting for a decision. He said he wasn’t falling in love with me… then what were those longing looks at me about? I try to jerk my hand back, but he holds it tight.
He stifles my protest as he jerks my hand toward him, pulling me off balance. I stumble, and Geordie catches me before I fall. I look up into his pissed eyes. “Ya wee witch, you have no right to be this important to me,” he grinds out. His hands tangle in my hair as his lips smash into mine. I can’t catch my breath as my insides explode. His hands rub down my back. I inch back, countering his forward momentum until my body bumps the wall.
Pax is a contemporary romance author who writes the kind of hot, twisty, drama-filled romances that she loves to read. Her novels are about biracial women in interracial relationships that will have you turning pages until the end.
Her current series, Love@work, takes you into the world of Silicon Valley’s billionaire tech moguls. These are powerful men and women who are driven by the changing landscape of business and their seductions in the bedroom.
Come along for a ride in Pax’s world, where it’s always steamy, captivating, and sometimes erotic.
Pax lives and works in Silicon Valley. She’s a California native.
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