Book
One, by M.S. Kaye
Her first and also her once.
Jonathan
and Rebecca’s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to
hear what the other has to say.
But
Jonathan is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to
his peace. But he is unable to find peace.
Without
each other’s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path,
with only memories of the one day that changed everything.
But are they able to forget and let go?
Will be released July 2, 2016 from
Inkspell Publishing.
Author
Bio
M.S. Kaye has several published books under her
black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in
Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense
and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com
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Once & Again, book two
Will
be released September 4, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.
She was once his secret desire…will she
be again?
Father
Aiden, an ex-marine and new priest, falls in love with Maylynn, but he
struggles to stay away from her. He’s successful for many years, though he can’t
keep her out of his dreams.
Then one day she shows up for a pre-marital
counselling session with her fiancé, Davis. Aiden soon realizes Davis isn’t who
he says he is, but what does that mean for Maylynn, and for himself?
Once & Forever,
book three
Will be released December 2016 from
Inkspell Publishing.
Eden, a nun, is constantly
struggling against her dark past of living on the streets, and her attraction
to Trace, an ex-convict farm worker. After a twelve-year separation, Eden is
finally reunited with her brother, Thomas, but why hadn’t she reached out to
him in all those years? As Eden and Trace grow closer, confessing their pasts
to each other, will they be able to resist getting too close?
Excerpt fromOnce
“What’s
the answer?”
He
paused. “A switchblade.”
With
my fingertips, I reached out and traced the scar across his cheek. “Did you
win?”
He
removed my hand and closed his eyes. “Yes.”
I
slid his Book back to him. “This says we can find forgiveness.”
His
eyes still closed, his jaw clenched. He bowed his head. “It also says ‘Thou
shalt not kill.’”
I
took his hand in both of mine, petted his rough skin, and then brought it to my
lips. He had a talent for guiding invisibly, but I didn’t know how to do that.
He
watched me again. His eyes were intense, like the black of the night sky, and
his forehead was furrowed, as if his emotions were scattered, as if he was
shocked at my reaction, as if he had been sure his answer would drive me away.
But I knew him. Already, I knew him.
“You’re
still a good person,” I said.
His
jaw clenched. “I’ve been trying to believe that.”
“I
have faith in you.”
He
continued to watch me. His forehead never smoothed, as if he was fighting for
strength, but his eyes softened. He slid around the booth, closer to me.
I
didn’t move, not sure what to do, what was right, what he wanted.
He
leaned closer.
I
only watched him.
He
touched his lips to my cheek, the faintest pressure. I struggled to sit still,
to keep my hands in my lap, not to grab hold of him. And then his lips were
gone, such brief contact that I couldn’t be sure if he had actually kissed my
cheek or if I wanted his contact so much that I’d imagined it.
He
spoke in my ear. “You must be some kind of final test.”
My
heart pounded into my ribs, against the point of the blade. “Are you going to
pass?”
His
lips brushed against my jaw. “I don’t know.”
He
trailed to my neck, his mouth softly pressing. My hand curled into his hair,
the other on his shoulder, holding, clutching. His mouth found mine, barely
touching. His warmth invaded my head.
“God
give me strength,” he murmured.
The
door slid open, and the compartment filled with laughter.
He
closed his eyes. Then he slid away from me.
