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Midnight With Maverick
Karen Hudgins
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
Pastry chef Carol Sue Morgan has designs on copper heir Matt Granger as a match for her lonely cousin. Matt, aka ‘Maverick’, chooses Carol Sue to help foil a villain at midnight.

Despite heartaches and discovering what divided their families twenty years ago, do they still dare fall in love?

BOOK EXCERPTS
Carol Sue knew her cousin was on the road to recovery. She breathed deeply for the first time in what seemed like hours. Then the door opened. In walked Matt Granger, who stole her breath away all over again.

Matt took in the sight of the two women, not sure which one to address first. The coppery haired angel, whose eyes flashed fire at him, or the patient who opened her eyes wider at his entry.

"Are you family?" Carol Sue asked him sourly.

"Are you?" he returned, eager to get her alone.

Lynn slowly turned her head toward him. "We’re cousins. I’m glad you came. I’m sorry I had to leave last evening. You seem like a nice guy."

She eased her head back and he placed a hand over hers. Cool, she felt so cool. Same as last evening. He wondered if she were getting enough vitamins. But hell, that was the least of her worries now. "I heard on the radio about you and what had happened. I came to offer any help I can give. Please ask, promise?"

Lynn curled her finger for him to come closer. He leaned over, turning his head to catch her words. "You can apologize to my cousin," she said weakly. "She likes you."

With that Lynn fell back to sleep. Matt slowly lifted his eyes to those watching him intently from across the bed. They glimmered, but didn’t want him delving where he didn’t belong. He straightened up.

"What did she say?" Carol Sue asked in a quiet, no-nonsense tone.

He figured she deserved the truth. "She asked me to apologize to you."

"Thank you. I agree. Was that all?"

Matt considered himself a generous man. And the classy lady in the bed was her cousin. But Carol Sue didn’t need to know everything. "No, the rest is classified."

She turned to the door. "I’m leaving," she said softly so as not to awaken Lynn. "Nice to see you again."

Matt grimaced. Nice to see me again. Right. No way would she make a scene here, nor would he probably ever again with her. But he had to say, "You want to try that last part again, with feeling?"

Carol Sue sighed deeply. He was asking for it, and she decided to call his blessed bluff. Lynn was zonked out and no one would ever know. She walked directly over to him at the bottom of the bed and eased her arms around his neck.

Stretching upward on toes, she pressed her lips against slightly stubbled cheek. Not nearly as quickly, she moved back and said, "Nice to see you again. And goodbye."

Matt raised his hands. "Hold it, please. Right there’ll do."

In equally swift move, he gathered her in his arms. Supporting her head with his palm, he breathed the fire of passion right smack back at her. He didn’t care if she wiggled in his arms, then went rather limp. But he did care when she opened her mouth a trifle and let him in. A fury spilled from her. Not for nipping her, but from need. A deep desire that matched his own. No woman, absolutely none, could kiss like this.

"Excuse me?" hit Matt’s ears.

He reluctantly opened his eyes and looked square in the face of a cop. Carol Sue’s eyes were still closed. He lifted his mouth away from hers.

Damn, what development this was. Just his luck. Her boyfriend, he assumed, since he looked like the officer she’d hugged in the street late the other night. The cousin, struggling for her life. The beautiful pastry chef, who tasted so sweet. And him. All of them jammed here in the hushed ICU, with monitors that pinged. One big happy family. Why he ever let Carol Sue challenge him right now would remain a mystery.

Carol Sue struggled to reconstitute herself and gazed over her shoulder.

"Hi, Bill," she whispered, normalcy flowing back into her.

He nodded at her and rasped to Matt, "Hey, Pal, your two and a half minutes are up. And why are you kissing my cousin?"

Matt released her. Cousin? "Returning a favor for a favor," he said, relieved. "With a little harmless good-bye peck. Good to meet you, Officer." He supported Carol Sue’s elbow with his hand and steered her out of the room.

AUTHOR BIO
Romance novelist Karen Hudgins’ first novel was published in 2001. She then wrote three more for WingsePress.com. Her books are character-driven, and she creates the kind of stories she likes to read, or see in the movies. A dash of adventure, something mysterious, and lightly sensual romance fill her pages. Karen is also an avid digital photographer. She enjoys rock music and travel. She also works for a university and is a docent at the St. Louis Zoo.

BOOK REVIEWS
Tonight With Tarzan: “Karen Hudgins has penned a novel filled with wonderful characters whom you can’t help falling in love with.” -- Judith Leigh, When the Vow Breaks, 2008, Highland Press.

Tonight With Tarzan: “Dynamic story spiced with humor, suspense, and more than a little jungle heat. Great Read!”-- Kathleen Coddington, Witch Ball, 2007, Cerridwen Press.

“Loved it! TWT definitely deserves a place of honor on your book shelf.” -- Debbie Hull, The Men of Her Dreams, 2003, Wings ePress.com.

“TWT makes me believe in romance! -- Kelly Erwin, Reader.


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MORE BOOK INFO
ISBN: 1590887786
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590887783
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 358
Paper Weight (lb): 12.6



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