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MACK'S WITNESS

By Myla Jackson

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Tired of eating sand and dodging bullets, Marine Captain Mack Magnus is ready to relax and enjoy his brother’s Dublin wedding. If that involves a few pints in a quaint Irish pub and getting laid by a pretty Irish lass, all the better.

Instead he winds up getting ordered around by the cousin of the bride. Fed up with her mouthy attitude, he kisses her to shut her up. Now he has a new mission: get into the sexy redhead’s panties.

Busy international model Deirdre Darcy knows the six-foot-four Marine’s type: hit-and-run sex and off to the next port. Fall into bed with an arrogant bastard like Mack? No thanks. When she stumbles upon a couple of Irish gypsies leaving a murder scene, she must go into hiding or become their next victim.

His protective instincts kicking into high gear, Mack whisks Deirdre away to a small town where it’s easier to keep her safe. Except there’s no escape from their growing attraction—or from the one thing neither of them thought they wanted. Love.

Warning: Battle-hardened, ready-to-cut-loose Marine teams up with a stunning Irish lass who thinks she can handle him. You’ll need the luck of the Irish to hang onto your seat for this sexy, suspenseful race across the Emerald Isle.

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Lead in: Undercover at a castle Bed and Breakfast, hiding from the murderers she can identify, Deirdre is tired, dispirited and in need of a big hug from one handsome American Marine.

She stripped out of her soiled clothing, twisted the handles on the faucet and tried to get the shower to come on. No matter what she flipped, twisted or pulled, the water didn't divert to the shower head.

 Faced with defeat and not wanting to take a bath in the tub, she stuck her head out the door and caught Mack with his shirt off and his jeans unbuttoned. Her mouth watered like a dog staring at slab of meat. The hard plains of his chest could have been forged in steel. The tight line of his jaw set in stone. She gulped and almost shut the door when he glanced up and caught her staring.

“Need something?”

“I can’t—” Her voice squeaked and heat rose up her chest into her cheeks. “I can’t get the shower to come on.”

“Let me try.”

She grabbed a towel to wrap around her body before the big Yank wedged himself through the door. Barely covered, Deirdre backed as far as she could and almost tripped over the loo.

Mack entered the tight confines of the room, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“Seems the only space available in this room is the tub.”

The longer he fiddled with the faucet, the hotter Deirdre became until she could stand it no longer. By the time water sprayed from the shower head, she’d made up her mind.

“There you go.” He turned to leave.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke in her most sultry voice, the one she used for the perfume commercials. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

When he glanced over his shoulder at her, she dropped the towel, stepped into the shower and lifted her face to the spray, letting the water run over her eyes and down her body, praying her invitation would be accepted. To up the ante, she cupped her breasts and leaned back to let the water hit them directly. If her ploy worked, Mack’s gaze would be on them. Her nipples puckered in anticipation of Mack’s hands gliding over them, tweaking the tips and then sucking them into his mouth.

Then the sound of the door closing made her heart drop into the pit of her belly.

 No… surely he hadn't…he wouldn't leave, would he? Afraid to open her eyes and discover the ugly truth, Deirdre squeezed them tighter to keep ready tears from falling. Mack hadn't taken her up on her offer. He’d left without even touching her once.

“Feckin’ Yank. He doesn’t know what he’s missing,” she said, her voice wobbling on a sob.

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WEDDING BELLS AND MURDER IN MACK'S WITNESS

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 MACK'S WITNESS

By Myla Jackson

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Tired of eating sand and dodging bullets, Marine Captain Mack Magnus is ready to relax and enjoy his brother’s Dublin wedding. If that involves a few pints in a quaint Irish pub and getting laid by a pretty Irish lass, all the better.

Instead he winds up getting ordered around by the cousin of the bride. Fed up with her mouthy attitude, he kisses her to shut her up. Now he has a new mission: get into the sexy redhead’s panties.

Busy international model Deirdre Darcy knows the six-foot-four Marine’s type: hit-and-run sex and off to the next port. Fall into bed with an arrogant bastard like Mack? No thanks. When she stumbles upon a couple of Irish gypsies leaving a murder scene, she must go into hiding or become their next victim.

His protective instincts kicking into high gear, Mack whisks Deirdre away to a small town where it’s easier to keep her safe. Except there’s no escape from their growing attraction—or from the one thing neither of them thought they wanted. Love.

Warning: Battle-hardened, ready-to-cut-loose Marine teams up with a stunning Irish lass who thinks she can handle him. You’ll need the luck of the Irish to hang onto your seat for this sexy, suspenseful race across the Emerald Isle.

Lead in: After Mack's brother's wedding, the Irish Garda have arrived to question Mack about a dead man in the room next to his in the hotel.

“By all that’s holy, it’s Deirdre Darcy!” The reporter’s attention riveted on Deirdre. 

She yelled at the cameraman. “Are you getting this?” 

Then she stood beside Deirdre, facing the camera. “I’m at the Fitzpatrick Hotel in downtown Dublin. Beside me, in her bridesmaid gown, is the lovely Deirdre Darcy, being questioned about a murder that occurred in the very heart of our city. Miss Darcy, can you tell us what happened?”

Mack put a hand over the camera lens. “Back off.”

“Oh, and who might you be?” Siobhan asked.

The camera man backed far enough away Mack couldn’t take a swing at him or his equipment, but he adjusted his lens, zooming in on the pair.

“Not important.” He nodded to the lead detective. “Come with me.” He led the way through the lobby to the business room on the other side. Once he had Deirdre and two detectives through the door, he closed it in Siobhan’s face. Unfortunately, the room had glass walls and the cameraman could film all he wanted through the window.

“Since Miss Darcy can swear you were in your room during the hours between midnight and four a.m., perhaps you can tell us if you heard or saw anyone or anything out of the ordinary during that time.”

“I didn’t hear or see anything,” Mack said. He turned to Deirdre. “Did you?”

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she recalled her encounter with the two darkhaired men in the hallway. 

“Detective.” Deirdre touched the man’s arm. “In which room did the murder occur?”

“The one immediately to the south of Mr. Magnus’s.”

Deirdre clutched Mack’s hand, her face pale. “Sweet Jazus.”

“What?” the detective leaned forward. “Did you see something?”

She pressed her knuckles to her lips. “I might have seen the murderers.”

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MACK'S WITNESS

By Myla Jackson

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Tired of eating sand and dodging bullets, Marine Captain Mack Magnus is ready to relax and enjoy his brother’s Dublin wedding. If that involves a few pints in a quaint Irish pub and getting laid by a pretty Irish lass, all the better.

Instead he winds up getting ordered around by the cousin of the bride. Fed up with her mouthy attitude, he kisses her to shut her up. Now he has a new mission: get into the sexy redhead’s panties.

Busy international model Deirdre Darcy knows the six-foot-four Marine’s type: hit-and-run sex and off to the next port. Fall into bed with an arrogant bastard like Mack? No thanks. When she stumbles upon a couple of Irish gypsies leaving a murder scene, she must go into hiding or become their next victim.

His protective instincts kicking into high gear, Mack whisks Deirdre away to a small town where it’s easier to keep her safe. Except there’s no escape from their growing attraction—or from the one thing neither of them thought they wanted. Love.

Warning: Battle-hardened, ready-to-cut-loose Marine teams up with a stunning Irish lass who thinks she can handle him. You’ll need the luck of the Irish to hang onto your seat for this sexy, suspenseful race across the Emerald Isle.

Excerpt

Lead in: Mack and Deirdre at his brother's combined bachelor/bachelorette party.

“You throw a good party,” he said, his words rumbling in his chest. “My brothers have never been to Ireland so this is a treat.”

Deirdre tipped her chin up. “Surely your military travels have taken you to foreign countries?”

“Yes, but not where we were truly welcome. It’s nice for a change not to have to look where you step or watch behind you for your enemy.”

“I can’t imagine what it is like to be in a war zone.”

“Exhilarating and scary at the same time.” He touched a finger beneath her chin. “I’m glad you ladies came out. I was considering going back to my room.”

“And miss all this?” She smiled up at him. “It would be a shame to disappoint your brother on the eve of his weddin’.”

“He doesn't see anyone else but his bride-to-be.”

Deirdre’s glance shifted to Wyatt and Fiona, standing in the middle of the floor, barely moving to the beat of the music. “They make a lovely couple.”

“They’ve only known each other for three months. Is that long enough to know whether you’re really in love?”

“Some say you know in an instant. Others say their love grew over time.” Deirdre envied Wyatt and Fiona. She had always wondered what it would be like to be in love with a man. Her gaze rose to meet Mack’s. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Mack stared down at her for a long moment.

The fire in his eyes made her blood rush through her veins and her core tighten.

“I don’t know about love at first sight. You captured my attention from the moment you first stepped through the door of the terminal.”

“I did?”

“Yes. But then I pegged you as an ice queen, dressed in white, hiding behind a scarf and sunglasses, your body ramrod straight.”

Deirdre stiffened.

Mack laughed. “Just like that.” When she tried to step out of his arms, he tightened them around her. “Then I kissed you and I realized how deceiving looks can be. Beneath the outer shell was a fiery, passionate women.” His words ended in a whisper, his head lowering, his mouth sweeping down to claim hers.

As though caught in a time warp, Deirdre couldn’t move. Nor did she want to. Since he’d kissed her in the airport, she’d thought of little else. She lifted her face to his and met him, her mouth opening to accept his tongue, her own coming out to sweep across his. It was as if the world stopped turning and time stood still. Even the music ceased to beat against her ears.

Copyright © 2014 Myla Jackson

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MACK'S WITNESS RELEASE DAY

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Today is release day for 
MACK'S WITNESS

By Myla Jackson

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Tired of eating sand and dodging bullets, Marine Captain Mack Magnus is ready to relax and enjoy his brother’s Dublin wedding. If that involves a few pints in a quaint Irish pub and getting laid by a pretty Irish lass, all the better.

Instead he winds up getting ordered around by the cousin of the bride. Fed up with her mouthy attitude, he kisses her to shut her up. Now he has a new mission: get into the sexy redhead’s panties.

Busy international model Deirdre Darcy knows the six-foot-four Marine’s type: hit-and-run sex and off to the next port. Fall into bed with an arrogant bastard like Mack? No thanks. When she stumbles upon a couple of Irish gypsies leaving a murder scene, she must go into hiding or become their next victim.

His protective instincts kicking into high gear, Mack whisks Deirdre away to a small town where it’s easier to keep her safe. Except there’s no escape from their growing attraction—or from the one thing neither of them thought they wanted. Love.

Warning: Battle-hardened, ready-to-cut-loose Marine teams up with a stunning Irish lass who thinks she can handle him. You’ll need the luck of the Irish to hang onto your seat for this sexy, suspenseful race across the Emerald Isle.

Excerpt

Lead in: Mack is waiting at the airport for his ride to show, Fiona's cousin.

A woman stepped into the terminal wearing a white, calf-length trench coat, sunglasses and a scarf over her hair. The little bit of legs Mack could see below the coat were trim, smooth, well-defined and gorgeous. He couldn’t tell what color hair was beneath the scarf, nor the color of her eyes beneath the sunglasses. The manner in which she carried herself was enough to make Mack look twice. She could be a runway model the way she strode across the floor, one foot in front of the other, the trench coat in no way disguising her tiny

waist and slim hips.

A woman like that had to be high-maintenance and completely full of herself, and most likely boring in bed. Basically, an ice princess. Though she was wonderful eye-candy, Mack was not the least interested.

He glanced back at the entrance, wondering when his lift would show up, starting to think he might have to find his own way there.

“Excuse me, sir,” a lilting Irish voice said. “What is yer name?”

Mack’s insides tightened, and he turned to face the woman with the voice that tugged at something primal. The ice princess stood in front of him, her full, lush red lips pressed into a thin line.

Then she snapped her fingers in his face. “Are you addled?”

“Addled?”

“Do you not speak English?” She stood so close Mack could see several wisps of deep auburn hair sneaking out from beneath the scarf.

He wanted to reach out and yank the scarf from her head and let the dark red hair free.

“Yes, I speak English.”

“American, eh?” The woman drew herself up on her heels almost but not quite eye to-eye with him. “Perhaps you could help me. I’m looking for an American named Mack Magnus.”

So she was his ride…er, lift. A thrill of annoyance and desire speared through him. Her attitude was beginning to get under his skin along with the desire to pull her into his arms and kiss the lush red lips until he smudged her lipstick.

“Silly name, if you ask me.” The ice princess glanced around and back to him, her head dipping as if she was looking him over from head to toe. “You sort of fit the description I was given, but I assumed he’d be a bit more…”

“Handsome?” Mack fought the smile pulling at his lips.

Her brows lifted above the rims of her sunglasses. “The word I was looking for was intelligent.”

  

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