In Behind Closed Doors and Standing in the Shadows, Shannon McKenna introduced the McCloud Brothers: intense, rugged, and super-sexy. Now, Davy McCloud is about to meet a woman he can't trust--or live without.
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April 01, 2005
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Excerpt from Out of Control by Shannon McKenna
San Cataldo, California
Apoke in the eye, that ' s how it felt. Mag Callahan curled white-knuckled hands around the mug of lukewarm coffee that she kept forgetting to drink. She stared, blank-eyed, at the Ziploc bag lying on her kitchen table. It contained the evidence that she had extracted from her own unmade bed a half an hour before, with the help of a pair of tweezers.
Item #1 ' Black lace thong panties. She, Mag, favored pastels that weren ' t such a harsh contrast to her fair skin. Item #2 ' Three strands of long, straight dark hair. She, Mag, had short, curly red hair.
Her mind reeled and fought the unwanted information. Craig, her boyfriend, had been uncommunicative and paranoid lately, but she ' d chalked it up to that pesky Y chromosome of his, plus his job stress, and his struggle to start up his own new consulting business. It never occurred to her that he would ever . . . dear God.
Her own house. Her own bed. That pig.
The blank shock began to tingle and go red around the edges as it transformed inevitably into fury. She ' d been so nice to him. Letting him stay in her house rent-free while he bug swept and remodeled his own place. Lending him money, quite a bit of it. Cosigning his business loans. She ' d bent over backwards to be supportive, accommodating, womanly. Trying to lighten up on her standard ball breaker routine, which consisted of scaring boyfriend after boyfriend into hiding with her strong opinions. She ' d wanted so badly to make it work this time. She ' d tried so hard, and this was what she got for her pains. Shafted. Again.
She bumped the edge of the table as she got up, knocking over her coffee. She leaped back just in time to keep it from splattering over the cream linen outfit she ' d changed into for her lunch date with Craig.
She ' d come home early from her weekend conference on purpose to pretty herself up for their date, having fooled herself into thinking that Craig was only twitchy because he was about to broach the subject of ' drum roll, please ' the Future of Their Relationship. She ' d even gone so far as to fantasize a sappy Kodak moment: Craig, bashfully passing her a ring box over dessert. Herself, opening it. A gasp of happy awe. Violins swelling as she melted into tears. How stupid.