Thursday, December 24, 2015
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L.G. Pace III has spent several decades pouring creative energy into other things besides writing. He began his current journey by telling his two daughters bedtime stories about a magical realm and a hero named Terel. Though that story is still sitting unfinished in the electronic universe he has managed to bring several other stories out of the dark maelstrom of his mind for others to enjoy. He dwells in the great state of Texas with his wife, novelist Michelle Pace and their children.
OTHER WORKS BY L.G.PACE III:
The Lost One
The Carved Hearts Series (with Michelle Pace):
Oculus (with J.L. Mac)
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Michelle Pace lives in north Texas with her husband, Les, who is also a novelist. A mother of three, this former singer and actress has always enjoyed entertaining people and is excited to continue to do so as a writer.
OTHER WORKS BY MICHELLE PACE:
Something’s Come Up (with Andrea Randall)
Fury (with Tammy Coons)
Rage (with Tammy Coons)
The Perpetual Quest for the Perfect Life (with Tammy Coons)
Connect with Michelle Pace at:
Facebook: https:// www.facebook.com/ MichelleKisnerPace
Webpage: http:// www.michellepaceauthor.com
“Well now, small world.” Mac’s easy drawl sent shivers up my spine, and I sloshed some of the beer I was pouring. I turned to look up at him, and I’ll be damned if he wasn’t ten times more attractive than I remembered. “You missed me so much you couldn’t stay away?”
He flipped Todd’s empty chair around backwards and straddled it with a flourish. I decided he was a straddling expert, which made my mind wander to what else he might be an expert at.
“You found me out,” I joked, taking another long drink of my beer.
“Francis didn’t mention you were coming into town.” His pale eyes swept over me, and when they lingered on my cleavage, I found myself far less judgmental of him than I had been of Todd.
“He doesn’t know,” I replied. Mac’s eyebrow rose, and his lips slid into an infectious smile. I briefly wondered if his lips tasted as rich and delicious as they looked.
“I can keep a secret.” The way he said it made heat spread across my chest and up my throat. This man was always pushing, and I was surprised to realize that I liked it. I quickly explained about my new job and that I’d just been in town for a few days.
“Well, welcome to the neighborhood. If you ever need to borrow a cup of sugar, I’m your guy.” He held out his beer bottle, and I clinked my glass against it. He pinned me with his gaze as we both lifted our drinks to our lips. It was clear that Mac could make anything look sexual, even swallowing.
“Where’s your date?” I asked, clearing my throat. I glanced around for the trashy girl, but she was nowhere to be seen. When I turned back to him, his watchful blue gaze was still on me.
“Where’s yours?” he asked, laughter evident behind his eyes. His deep voice was a major turn on, and I caught myself twirling my hair.
“He’s around here somewhere,” I responded. Surprise overtook his features, and I realized he’d presumed I was alone.
“It’s a blind date,” I blurted and immediately felt like an idiot. His lips twitched with a ghost of a smile.
“He must be blind if he walked away and left you sittin’ here alone.”