Tempted by Mr. Wrong

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This is the story of Jason McIntyre and Tammy-Jo Hawthorne. Two people brought together through their parents’ second marriages. It’s about falling in love against impossible odds and beating back a town’s misconceptions.

 

How can something so wrong, feel so right? 

Falling for her step-brother is a mistake T.J. doesn’t want to repeat, but one look into those sapphire blue eyes and she’s ready to give him whatever he wants.

Tammy-Jo Hawthorne’s marriage was floundering, but she never expected her husband to make her the laughing stock of Magnolia.

And she definitely didn’t expect to trip over him in their front yard after he’d been murdered.

Jason McIntyre was forced out of his home and the love of his life by the man who’d haunted his nightmares for ten long years.

Now Jason’s back–and he wants revenge.

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Excerpt:

Tammy-Jo stood out of the way, huddled into Jason’s leather jacket, and watched the black and white film playing out before her eyes. It had to be a movie, right? There wasn’t really a horde of police and emergency response crews trampling Tim’s shrubs. The flashlight beams bouncing off men and trees and the body of her husband lying like a discarded sack on the wet ground was like something out of a murder mystery.

He’d hate that, getting dirt on his good power suit.

Tim took fastidiousness to a whole new level. It was normal for him to change two, sometimes three, times a day. He couldn’t stand having the slightest crease in his clothes. She looked at his muddied form and shuddered.

Tim was dead.

Jason had told her he’d been shot. Who would do such a thing? Why? The shock kicked in and her teeth began to chatter. She sank to the ground. What was happening? Someone shone a flashlight right in her eyes. She flinched as though from a physical blow.

Her life had imploded. She may have wished Tim dead after the stunts he’d pulled, but she didn’t mean in the literal sense. A harsh laugh escaped, one that turned into a sob, and then the tears started and she couldn’t shut them off. It was all too much. Horrible, wrenching pain swept through the walls of her chest and seemed to rip her ribs wide open. She wrapped her arms to hold herself together and hung on, rocking back and forth like a child seeking solace.

“Tammy-Jo, stop now. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

Jason’s voice penetrated the fog some minutes, or maybe even hours, later. She lifted her aching head and looked at him, dazed. He crouched before her, empathy turning his eyes cobalt.

He gently tucked the lank hair hanging in her face behind her ear. “C’mon, honey, let’s get you somewhere warm.”

He stood and reached down to help her to her feet, catching her against his body when she stumbled. “Can you walk?”

Just then the coroner’s van pulled into her driveway.

How’d they get the gate open?

Oh, God, they’re taking him to the morgue. I need to call his family.

Daddy. The random thoughts flitted through her head, poking at the migraine flirting behind her right eye.

Then another horrifying consideration came to mind. She froze and stared up at Jason, everything inside of herself begging him to say no. “Do I have to follow them? Identify his body?” There wasn’t enough Prozac in South Carolina to prepare her to walk into a morgue.