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Savannah tried not to look

But Matt was ato his back was nearly black with sweat His dark brown hair et and thick against his strong neck Through her openit seemed the wind carried his scent to her

The urge to close her eyes and inhale, to stick out her tongue just a little bit and taste the air that had touched hi she’d been in control of these sudden cravings And now they threatened to take over

Which added a spice to Matt that was infinitely appealing At least to Savannah

This orse than inappropriate These ridiculous feelings she had for hi because he worked for her and wrong because he was a stranger and wrong because…well, just wrong

Dear Reader,

I have wished, more times than I can count, that I was Southern Not just so I could have an heirlooh that would be fantastic And not just so I could say “bless your heart” and have it s it seems to mean when Southern women say it But so I could have serious skeletons in my closet And I could walk around in a slip like Elizabeth Taylor in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and not catch pneumonia

But I am not Southern I am from the Midwest and Iplayed out on the page in this very fun new series—THE NOTORIOUS O’NEILLS—about a Louisiana faems and broken hearts

I am often asked what inspiresla But here is the truth: I love the heroes I love torturing the their shirts off Heroes are why I adore romance novels As I started Savannah’s book, I swore this book was going to be about her And how could it not? A betrayed wo, she was a heroine I could sink e walked Matt Woods And I was totally intrigued by the question, what o bad?

I hope you enjoy the first book in this series Please drop me a line at molly-okeefecom I love to hear from readers!

Happy reading,

Molly O’Keefe