Kathleen Creighton - The Seduction of Goody Two-Shoes

“Yeah, great,” muttered McCall. “Reminds me of a giant spiderweb.”

“I know you said you don’t care for hammocks,” his wife said, giving him a sideways look he’d come to respect-for its sheer stubbornness, if nothing else. Then her voice dropped to a new register, one that never failed to start his pulse hammering and make his blood heat up and all his objections melt away. “But I think that’s just because you didn’t have the right hammock.”

“I see,” he said huskily. “And what makes this one the right hammock, if I may ask?”

“It’s got me,” she said sweetly.

He snorted, knowing full well the effect his scepticism always had on her contrary spirit. “Big deal. You can’t make love in a hammock.”

“Wanna bet? Come ’ere, Mr. Two-Shoes, and let me show you how it’s done…”

He watched the smile he’d been waiting for break like a sunrise across her face. And taking a long deep breath, he drank in pure happiness…and the sweet scent of orange blossoms.

has roots deep in the California soil but has relocated to South Carolina. As a child, she enjoyed listening to old timers’ tales, and her fascination with the past only deepened as she grew older. Today, she says she is interested in everything-art, music, gardening, zoology, anthropology and history-but people are at the top of her list. She also has a lifelong passion for writing, and now combines her two loves in romance novels.