Edge of Midnight

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On the very day an arsonist burns down Liv Endicott's bookstore in a small town in the Washington mountains, she finds fate has another shock in store for her. Amid the smoke, rubble, and tears, Sean McCloud appears, calling her name. He's every inch the man he always was—the man she kept on wanting. But wanting is not the same as trusting, and she doesn't dare let him get too close. Yet a ruthless killer is gunning for Liv, and she'll die unless they join forces to unearth a chilling truth—and come together in a...

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On the very day an arsonist burns down Liv Endicott's bookstore in a small town in the Washington mountains, she finds fate has another shock in store for her. Amid the smoke, rubble, and tears, Sean McCloud appears, calling her name. He's every inch the man he always was—the man she kept on wanting. But wanting is not the same as trusting, and she doesn't dare let him get too close. Yet a ruthless killer is gunning for Liv, and she'll die unless they join forces to unearth a chilling truth—and come together in a blaze of searing passion. . .

"A passionate, intense story." —Romantic Times on Edge of Midnight

". . . this action-packed novel is sure to be a crowd pleaser." —Publishers Weekly on Edge of Midnight

"Super, sexy suspense!" —Cherry Adair on Hot Night

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Wild boy Sean McCloud takes center stage in McKenna's over-the-top fourth entry in her romantic suspense series (Behind Closed Doors, etc.) featuring Sean and his brothers Davy and Connor, who specialize in security, catching villains and keeping their women very happy. Sean is still dealing with the death of his brainy twin, Kevin, one of many victims of the covert Midnight Project directed by the sadistic Dr. Christopher Osterman. When Sean's lost love, Olivia "Liv" Endicott, returns to Endicott Falls, Wash., to open a bookstore, Sean is both thrilled and terrified. And when the store is torched by Dr. O's pet assassin and Liv is almost killed by the relentless goon (whom she dubs T-Rex), Sean vows he won't lose her again. Sean swings into full-frontal heroics, battling T-Rex and working to reclaim Liv's trust. Full of the author's trademark turbocharged sex scenes, this action-packed novel is sure to be a crowd pleaser. (Aug.)

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  • ISBN-13: 9780758211866
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 7/1/2009
  • Series: McClouds and Friends Series , #4
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 311,876
  • Product dimensions: 4.50 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 1.27 (d)

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EDGE OF MIDNIGHT


By SHANNON McKENNA

BRAVA BOOKS

Copyright © 2007 Shannon McKenna
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-1186-6


Chapter One

He had this dream so often, it gave him déjà vu. His twin, Kevin, sat on the rock behind the house, looking as he had right before he died, twenty-one, sunburned, cutoffs, flip-flops. Dirt-blond hair he'd cropped himself with kitchen shears. A dimple carved deep into his face, like there was some big secret joke that Sean eternally failed to get.

"You're supposed to be dead," Sean snarled. "Would it be asking too much for you to just cut out this shit and leave me alone? Go into the light, or wherever the fuck it is you need to go. Move on, already!"

I just want to help, Kev said mildly. You could use some help. You're going down the drain, buddy. Swish, glug, bye-bye.

"You can't help me!" Sean bellowed. "You are dead! And this bullshit is torture! It does not help me! It will never help me!"

Kev was unperturbed by his rudeness. Stop being a spaz. His ghost voice took on that irritating tone he'd always used when dealing with his more volatile twin. You've got to do something about Liv's car. She's-

"Forget about Liv! Stop torturing me! Leave me alone!"

Alone ... alone ... alone ... The echo accompanied him into waking consciousness, where there was never any way to brace himselffor it.

He had to sort it all out over again. Like it had just happened.

Yeah, it was another fucking day. Yeah, Kev was still dead. And yeah, Kev was going to keep on being dead. Forever.

It would be so much easier to accept this if his twin would quit it with the spectral visits. But try explaining that to Kev. Stubborn jerk.

Light pried between his gummy eyelids. He ventured a slit-eyed peek. Unfamilar room. A clock on the bedside table read 12:47. Data crunched in his aching brain. Reality settled down, heavy and cold.

Another failure. His annual effort to erase August the eighteenth off the calendar hadn't worked yet. Pinheaded optimist that he was, though, he just kept right on trying. The clock clicked over to 12:48. Eleven hours and twelve minutes of this goddamn day to get through.

He started to roll over, stopping as his leg encountered a silky thigh. The angle of that thigh to that ass wasn't anatomically possible.

He struggled to focus his eyes. Oh. Yeah. There was more than one pair of female legs in the bed. The stripes of light slanting through the blinds made it tough to sort out the tangle of slender limbs.

Two girls lay crosswise to each other. A blonde and a brunette. Nice butt cheeks, all four of them. Round and smooth as duck eggs. The brunette lay with her face hidden by a heavy fall of dark hair. The blonde's head was under the pillow, curly wisps poking out.

He stroked the butt cheeks closest to him and scanned the room for evidence that he had engaged in protected sex. One, two, three ... huh, a fourth condom wrapper, on the bedside table. It would seem he had done his sacred manly duty by the sleeping cuties. That was good.

And it was starting to come back to him, in disconnected chunks. Stacey. The blonde was Stacey. The brunette was Kendra.

He extricated himself carefully from the bed. He didn't want the babes to wake up on him, no matter how round and rosy their collective butt cheeks were. He wasn't up to being sweet and charming today.

He stared at them, trying to reconstruct the impulse that had drawn him to them last night. Probably the brunette. With those kissable dimples in the small of her back, he could almost imagine she was Liv.

Not that he'd ever seen Liv's naked ass. He'd just worshipped her from afar, like the lofty virgin goddess that she was. Although he'd worshipped her pretty thoroughly with his fingers once.

His dick jumped up like a puppy whenever he thought of that warm summer night when he'd cornered her in the historical collection room, and put his hand up her skirt. He remembered her pussy, tender and snug around his fingers. The way her soft thighs squeezed his hand. The choked, helpless sounds she made when she came.

The smell of old books made him hard to this day.

That sashay down memory lane had rendered him stone hard, hangover and all. He massaged his turgid cock. Eyed the brunette's peachy ass. Half tempted to suit up with latex, close his eyes, and ...

Christ, no. He shook away the bad idea, and froze, motionless, as a punishing bolt of pain reverberated through his head like one of those big Chinese gongs. Ouch. Fifteen years, and still hung up on that chick.

It would be funny, if it weren't so fucking pathetic.

Sean massaged his throbbing forehead and let the Liv tape play through his head; he'd done her a favor, dropping her before doing anything unforgivably stupid-like marrying her, the equivalent of lying down and offering to be her personal throw rug. He would have tied himself in knots trying to be a good boy, and ultimately failed. Torture, agony, humiliation, blah blah blah. He knew the drill so well, he bored himself.

But he still saw the look in her eyes when he told her to get lost. He saw it every night, at four AM in whatever girl's bed he woke in. Always with that same sucking hole in his gut as he pondered the most spectacular fuck-up of his life. The one that defined him as a person.

He eyed the brunette's tantalizing ass, and sighed. He must have screwed hundreds of girls in his effort to get that chick out of his system. Hadn't worked so far, but hey. He was nothing if not persistent.

He felt betrayed by his own body. The amount of tequila he'd drunk last night should have guaranteed a longer blackout.

Maybe he should bash himself over the head with a bigger pharmaceutical nightstick. Hard drugs weren't his scene, though. The desperation that clung to the people who dealt and used them was a big, flesh-crawling downer. He didn't even like alcohol that much. It made him fuck up in embarrassing ways. Not that waking up behind bars or in the emergency room really mortified him all that much, but it upset the hell out of his brothers. Upright, respectable family men that they now were. Pillars of the community. Legally wed to their fine and lovely lady wives. Soon to spawn big families too.

Connor and Erin were well on their way. Only four months to D-Day. A baby, whoa. Uncle Sean. So cheerful and normal. As if his brothers hadn't grown up in the same gonzo parallel universe that he had. Crazy Eamon's wild boys.

Even worse was this new family phenomenon he now faced; a pack of concerned sisters-in-law ganging up on him, trying to get him to open up and share. Suffering Christ, save him. They were great women, and it was sweet of them to care, but no fucking way, thank you.

His jeans were draped on a leather couch, beneath assorted lingerie. Another condom wrapper fluttered to the ground as he pulled on his jeans. He grunted, unimpressed, and rooted through his pockets.

Typical. He'd blown his emergency cab fare buying drinks for those girls, from the looks of them. So he was stranded, on foot, who the fuck knew where. Partying was such a freaking chore sometimes.

A trip to the john revealed two more condom wrappers. So he'd engaged in sink and/or shower sex. He stared at the scraps of foil as he pissed, trying to remember the aquatic adventures. He felt soiled.

Not that he had moral problems with an anonymous three-way. On the contrary. Girls were yummy. Bring 'em on. He was just lower than dirt depressed today. And it was just going to get worse from here.

The face that stared back from the bathroom mirror was both familiar and strange. The face of his dead identical twin, as Kev might have been. They hadn't looked as much alike as some twins did, but his own mug was still Sean's best point of reference. The superficial details were the same. Hard-muscled body, give or take a few scars. Wavy dirt-blond hair, which had gotten shaggy lately. A mirror image of Kev's one-sided dimple in his own lean, stubbly cheek.

The grim face that stared back at him had no dimple today. Eye sockets smudged with purplish shadows, which made his light green irises look weirdly pale. The hollows under his cheekbones looked like they'd been chopped out with a hatchet. He looked grayish in the harsh light. Zombie pale. Something to scare the kiddies into good behavior.

Looking into a mirror on August eighteenth forced him to reflect on how much his face resembled Kev's-and how much it no longer did.

He was harder, sharper, after fifteen years of hard living. Had a fan of squinty crinkles around his eyes. Grooves bracketing his mouth.

Years would go by, and the resemblance would continue to fade, until Sean was a gnarled, toothless, yammering old coot who'd lived many times the span of Kev's short life. A yawning gulf of years.

He yanked open the medicine cabinet and scanned the contents.

Excedrin. He shook out four, tossed them in, crunched, gulped.

He leaned over, pressing his throbbing forehead against the cool porcelain sink, and let out a long, hissing string of vicious profanity.

This sucked ass. Utterly. Shouldn't time have healed him? Wasn't it a natural process, like continental drift? He tried so hard to dodge it, but this goddamn feeling circled him like a vulture, waiting for its chance to pick out his eyes and feed on his flesh. Sometimes he just wanted to lie down flat on his back and let that old vulture have its way.

And so it began. The sucking sound of Sean going down the drain.

He had to get the fuck out of here. Slinking away without coffee and pleasantries was rude, but better to leave before the charming sex machine of last night mutated before their eyes into a grunting zombie.

A cautious sniff at his pits practically knocked him out. A shower was too risky, though. So was coffee, he concluded with regret, gazing at the gleaming coffee technology on display in the kitchen. The bean grinder would wake up the cuties, and there he'd be, up shit creek. Forced to smile, chat, flirt, give them his phone number. God save him.

He stumbled out into a bland residential neighborhood. No money, no wallet. He never went out on the eve of August eighteenth with credit cards, or anything with his address printed on it. Just cash and condoms. Flashing lights, blasting music, sex, dancing, liquor, anything that blotted out higher cognitive function.

Fighting worked fine, too, if anybody was ass-for-brains stupid enough to get in his face. He loved a good fight.

He had no clue which direction to go, so he picked a vaguely downhill slope. Uphill would make his heart beat faster, and every lub-dub smacked at his brain tissues like the blow of a splitting mall.

Downhill. Down the drain, like Kev's dream scolding. The partying, the fucking, the fighting, on days like this he saw it for what it was: a cheap trick to distract him from the sinkhole under his solar plexus.

His whole life, one big goddamn flinch.

The sinkhole was getting bigger, ground shifting, threatening to pitch him in. He might never find his way back up if he fell. Dad hadn't. Neither had Kev. They'd fallen like rocks. All the way to the bottom.

Thunk. The muted thump of a car door had him spinning around and sinking down into guard before he knew he'd moved.

The tension sagged when he saw his brothers getting out of Seth Mackey's Avalanche. Seth got out. Then Miles, from the passenger side.

Sean's stomach sank. It was an ambush. He was so screwed.

The guys flicked each other glances that made him feel about six years old. Sean's having one of his freak-outs. Quick, get the trank gun.

The one person in the world who had known him better than Con and Davy knew him had died fifteen years ago, to the day. He'd have calculated it to the second, if he could, but time of death had been impossible to determine. Kev's body had been charred beyond recognition, after taking that swan dive into Hagen's Canyon. He'd plowed through the guardrail, fallen for a few timeless seconds, then a rending crash, a hot whump as the pickup exploded-and that was it.

The blunt, chopped-off finality of it still baffled him.

There had been no skid marks leading up to the ragged hole in the guardrail. He'd searched and searched. Kev hadn't tried to brake.

Sean saw Kev's falling pickup reflected in Davy and Connor's eyes too. He looked away fast. Couldn't bear it, couldn't share it. He had no comfort to offer, and he was too raw to accept any from them.

He just wanted to hide, alone. In a culvert somewhere.

It was easier to look Seth and Miles in the face than his brothers. He directed his glare there. "Who invited you guys to this freak show?"

Miles shrugged, his face worried. Seth's mouth twisted into a humorless smile. "I had a brother once. I don't need an invitation."

Ouch. True enough. Seth's younger brother had died too. Very badly, and only a couple of years ago. His loss was fresher than Sean's.

Great. Another thing to feel like shit about. Thanks, guys. Sean's gaze slid away, leaving him with no place at all to rest it except for Seth's black Chevy. "How'd you guys find me? X-Ray Specs?"

"We monitored you this time," Con said. "From a safe distance. Bailing you out of jail for a drunk and disorderly is embarrassing."

"So don't bother, next time," Sean suggested. "Leave me to rot." He fished his cell out of his pocket. A transmitter inside sucked off the phone's battery. Usually, it gave him the warm fuzzies that his family cared enough to plant spyware on him. Aw, how cute, and all that.

Connor, Davy, and Seth had all had freaky wild adventures that had convinced them that beacons were a great idea for the whole family.

Most of the time, he agreed. Maybe if Kev had carried one on his person, Sean might have found him in time to stop him from-

No. Don't go there, he told himself. Just don't.

Impotent fury welled up inside him. He hurled the thing over a chain-link fence. It exploded against asphalt with a tinkling smash.

"That was stupid and wasteful," was Davy's dour observation.

Sean kept on walking. His brothers, Miles, and Seth kept pace behind him. Like dogs hanging onto a bone. The only way to get rid of them would be to beat them into unconsciousness, but each of the three older men was more or less a match for him. Even Miles wasn't half bad these days, with all the training he'd been putting in at the dojo. The four of them together ... nah. Pain sucked. He'd pass.

"He was our brother too," Davy said quietly.

Sean sucked in a sharp breath. "I had no intention of inflicting my tantrum on anyone. Still don't. I love you guys, but kindly fuck off."

There was a brief pause. "Nope," Connor said simply.

"Don't bother asking again," Davy said.

There was a brief pause. "Uh, ditto," Seth added belatedly.

Sean sagged down onto a low stone wall that bordered a flower bed, and rested his hot face against his hands. "Where am I?"

"Auburn," Davy replied. "We followed you around last night."

"I'll get the truck," Seth said. "You guys keep an eye on him."

Sean grunted his disgust. Like they expected him to start twitching and frothing.

"Whose house did you just come out of?" Connor asked.

He shrugged. "Couple of girls," he mumbled. "A blonde, a brunette. Nice bodies. Met them at the Hole, I think."

"You filthy slut." Davy's voice had a superior note, which bugged the shit out of Sean.

"Don't judge me," he growled. "You've got the love of your life in your bed every night. So do Connor and Seth. So fuck you all, OK? The rest of us assholes have to get through the night somehow."

"Poor lovelorn baby," Davy said. Miles made a choked, snorting sound. Connor covered his mouth and looked away. The Avalanche pulled up. Davy and Connor seized his elbows.

Sean wrenched out of their grip and got to his feet unassisted. "May I ask what is the point of busting my balls today?"

"You may ask, if you like, but we don't need a point," Davy replied. "We bust your balls out of sheer habit. Mouthy little punk."

Hardly little. He was as tall as either of his brothers, and bulkier than Connor, but he didn't have the energy to argue. He heaved himself into the back of the Avalanche. Connor got in on one side, Miles on the other, squishing him into immobility. Seth put the vehicle in gear.

"You free to take on some work?" he asked. "You don't look busy."

Sean stifled a groan. He sometimes did freelance body-guarding for SafeGuard, Inc., the security company that Seth and Davy had recently founded. Usually they called him when they had explosives to deal with.

Today, the idea bored him into a state approaching rigor mortis.

"What, a bodyguarding gig nobody else wants? I'm not in the mood to ego-fluff some executive asshole, or carry shopping bags for some fat cat's trophy wife. Take me off your list. Permanently."

(Continues...)



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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    exciting romantic suspense thriller

    Fifteen years ago, Sean McCloud¿s twin brother Kevin allegedly committed suicide he did not believe the official report, but could do little about it. Distraught he sent his beloved girlfriend Olivia ¿Liv¿ Endicott away when she offered him solace and to keep her safe because he believed he was next.------------------------------ In Washington State Liv¿s bookstore burns down on the day Sean returns into her life. He knows he blew it when he dumped her because he believes the person who killed Kevin is coming to kill her. He vows to keep her safe although Liv makes it clear she does not trust Sean what she hides is that she mistrusts him with her heart because she still lives him. As they flee for their lives, they try to understand the clues Kevin left behind in a notebook and why their attraction to one another remains strong.----------------------- This exciting romantic suspense thriller should carry a warning label for those with heart conditions as the palpitations will begin from the smoky encounter between Sean and Liv. The story line is fast-paced as he now knows he must be at his beloved¿s side to keep her safe staying away proved futile. At times very dark in tone and borderline implausible (no one will care except picky reviewers), EDGE OF MIDNIGHT is a fabulous second chance at love if they can stay alive long enough to enjoy being with one another.---------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2013

    Very good!!!

    I really enjoy her books! I love the intensity of the characters and the brother relationship. detailed, but tolerable :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 14, 2012

    Good story but ..........

    Interesting story line but the language was a little too graphic. It seemed very artificial. Like the author was trying too hard to make the story gritty and write from a male point of view. I started skipping over most of the sex scenes about half way through. I like some sex in books but this drifted too close to porn and went on for pages. It became boring.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2012

    ## not great

    So i liked the story lines of this series. But the heroes in all these books are just so mean and cruel. How are we, the readers, supposed to believe that the heroines fall for these guys? In behind closed doors, he forces himself on her more than once, calls her a whore, locks her in the attic and she just magically forgives him? Come on!

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  • Posted February 17, 2011

    Fantastic Read!

    Could not put this book down! McKenna builds characters with such depth that you feel that you know them personnely. Steamy love scenes that make you burn to find a McLoud brother for yourself. Riveting storyline and believable action. I even accidentally read the series out of order and still want to go back and start from the beginning. Get this series. You will not be disappointed!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2009

    Edge of Midnight

    Loved this story. Shannon MCkenna is an incredible writer. The stories keep you on your toes. When you start reading her books you can't put them down. Love the Mcloud brothers. Sexy, hot. hot. & hot. Can't wait to read what she has up her sleeve with Kevin Mcloud. The stories are not only romantic and sexual, but the story lines are good and keeps you very much interested. Unbelievable..

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  • Posted September 22, 2009

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    WOW!!! SO FREAKIN HOT!!!!! LOVED THIS BOOK!

    I have enjoyed all of Shannon McKenna's books, but this one WOW! Sean and Liv sizzle and I could not put this book down. I was kind of hoping that Liv would end up blurting out she was pregnant at the end, but I liked how this one ended with yet another hot love scene. Liv should have decked her witch of a mother. I was glad that her dad at least came around and ditched the witch and stood up for her. Tam was cool as usual, and I loved her secret lair it suits her, and her wearable weapons. Cool jewlrey. Cindy prooved to be a pain in the a$$, and I'm glad Miles finaly got the girl. I wish he would have done better in the fight though. This book was just so much fun to read, and poor Liv half naked through the first half of the book. I also love how everyone is always making Tam their maid of honor it's cool. I highly recomend this series if romantic/thrillers are your forte. Loved it.

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  • Posted August 3, 2009

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    riding on the edge

    First I will start off saying I do enjoy reading Shannon McKenna books. She is an author who gives you just enough to continue with her series. This is a continuation in her Midnight series and not one of the best.
    The plot was a little weak and the main character was way too naive for someone who had endured what she experienced in her past. But I will give it two thumbs up for the sexual chemistry displayed. It's a good read maybe just for that.

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  • Posted March 30, 2009

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    Come on, give me something new Shannon!

    I have to agree that all her books are starting to look a lot repeatative. And the characters do seem to be exactly the same as in all the other books. It's just getting so predictable. But the sex scenes are still there....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2008

    not a very good companion to the others in this series

    Having read the other three books in this series (Behind Closed Doors, Standing in the Shadows, Out of Control), I have to say that if I had read this one first, I'm not sure that I would have read the others. In no way am I a prude (I like novels with more than a little sex in them!), but McKenna's use of graphic language reminds me of listening to a conversation in a middle school boys' locker room! Also, the "female protagonist is in great danger" story line was one that was used in the other novels in the series, so the repetition factor is another negative for this book. Sorry, but I think that "Edge of Midnight" has cured me of any desire to read any other books by this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2008

    Awesome

    I absolutely loved this book. I've not been disappointed by any of Ms. McKenna'a books, and I particularly LOVE the McCloud series...all of them are worth reading more than once. Humor, likeable characters, suspense, drama, hot sex scenes....WHOA...what more can you ask for? Review before you buy...if graphic language and sex scenes in every other chapter offend you then you should review books before you buy them.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2007

    Wash your mouth out with soap, Sean.

    This is the first Shannon McKenna book I have read. Great plot line, interesting characters with tons of wit and it kept my attention throughout. However, most people don't talk to their loved ones with such gutter language. Yes, Sean loves Liv, but during their first encounter he used some of the worst words I have ever heard or read. McKenna could have gotten the exact scenerio without the raw language. I'm not a prude, more of a romantic, so I feel Sean could have addressed his emotions in a less graphic way. Liv should have demanded a little more respect and slapped some of those words off his nasty face. All her characters were likable, especially Tam. A novel surrounding Tam would be interesting to say the least. If all Mckenna's main male characters express themselves in such graphic prose, perhaps I won't buy another of her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2007

    Hmmmm ... I see more books in this series

    I really liked this book. It was funny, and touching, and the guys are goofy and endearing. And, I agree with the previous reviewer. I, too, see something spectacular in the future of this series. Please, please, write HIM in, Ms. McKenna! You KNOW you want to!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2007

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    This bookk is great ,better than Out of Control and Hot Night ,but not as good as Behind Closed Doors

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2007

    WOW!!!!!!! Edge of Your Seat Fun

    I have been an avid reader of Shannon Mckenna for years and she has always proved an outstanding writer, and she proves it once again with this book. This is an almost fitting end to the McCloud brothers. For those that read this book, I hope that you see the same possibility that I did, of having two more books in this series. I hope that I am right and she takes this series in that direction. I highly recommend this book and any others in the McCloud brothers series.

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