Title: BEAUTIFULLY DONE
Series: Beautifully Awake, #2
Author: Riley MacKenzie
Release Date: July 16, 2014
Diagnosis: Borrowed time
Treatment: Trust
Prognosis: Beautifully Done
Asher Craig drives fast, flies high, and screws hard. But make no mistake, he’s a gentleman.
He learned way too young that we’re all on borrowed time. Fair or unfair, you only get one ride. He vows to live for the moment because it’s the only time he owns. The past is beyond his control and the future may not exist. With his only loyalties being his family, he thrives for that edge where plunging over is always in the realm of possibility.
When a beautiful familiar face tilts his axis, he re-examines everything and realizes that second chances are overrated and a lifetime of firsts are irreplaceable. In the end, it’s not her medical degree but his trust that needs to prove that the ride together is worth it ... until it’s Beautifully Done.
Treatment: Trust
Prognosis: Beautifully Done
Asher Craig drives fast, flies high, and screws hard. But make no mistake, he’s a gentleman.
He learned way too young that we’re all on borrowed time. Fair or unfair, you only get one ride. He vows to live for the moment because it’s the only time he owns. The past is beyond his control and the future may not exist. With his only loyalties being his family, he thrives for that edge where plunging over is always in the realm of possibility.
When a beautiful familiar face tilts his axis, he re-examines everything and realizes that second chances are overrated and a lifetime of firsts are irreplaceable. In the end, it’s not her medical degree but his trust that needs to prove that the ride together is worth it ... until it’s Beautifully Done.
***Author's note***
Contains spoilers from Beautifully Awake. We highly recommend reading Chase and Lili's story first. For readers 18+
Contains spoilers from Beautifully Awake. We highly recommend reading Chase and Lili's story first. For readers 18+
Pain pierced my shin and I jerked back. “What the hell was
that for?” I bitched at the half pint spit-fire, sporting auburn highlights
this week. Sierra changed her hair color as often as her shoes. And my luck, tonight
she was in some pointy fucking boots.
“You have a freakin’ plane? For real? You never told me you
had a plane! Lil, did you know Green Giant had his own private plane. And he
flies it?”
“Hold up, Green Giant?” I questioned, trying to get a word
in edgewise. These two women spoke their own estrogen dialect. It could get out
of control, especially when Sierra went off on a tangent. And there it was,
with both hands in the air, her drink--which I assumed was a
margarita--splashed down the front of her light grey sweater dress. She didn’t
flinch. Sam, on the other hand, jumped to pat the excess liquid off her c cups.
Can't. Make. This. Shit. Up.
Chase buried his head in his wife’s shoulder to hide his
laughter, Lil bit her fingernail, and Dodd feigned a coughing fit.
In her oblivion, Sierra manually removed the red-headed
beauty’s hand from her chest. “I’m good, no really. Besides, it’s all padding,
babe. Breastfeeding sucks the life from the girls.” If Dodd shook his head one
more time he was in serious jeopardy of herniating a neck disc.
“What part don’t you get?” Sierra focused back on me.
“You’re eyes resemble those crazy contacts models wear and you’re a freaking
giant.” Her contorted facial expression screamed, ‘Duh.’
“We’re about the same height, sweetheart.” I thumbed toward
the two men standing on either side of me.
“Yeah, but he’s a quarterback.” She pointed to Chase. “He’s
a linebacker.” She air kissed Dodd. “And you’re the sick ass wide receiver. You
just look taller. Just cause.”
Since when
did she follow football? My cell started ringing and luckily I didn’t have to find out. “On that note, excuse
me.” I fished it out of my black suit pants and turned my back on the crew. It
was her. My balls did a happy dance. Fuck it, I was so screwed.
“Hey you.”
Beautifully Awake (Beautifully Awake, #1)
Riley MacKenzie
We’re East coast girls separated by Long Island Sound who
met in Physician Assistant School and have been besties ever since. We can
safely say that thirteen miles of water does not get in the way because we talk
or text, no exaggeration, at least 150 times a day. No, really, we do—about
everything and nothing. Shockingly, we never (we mean never) run out of things to say.
Umm, ever. We definitely laugh A LOT and we’re a tad sarcastic. And if
we’re being totally honest, one or two people might have, on occasion, used our
names and ‘dramatic’ in the same sentence. But it’s hard to trust the sources
since they married us.
It only took twelve years, two husbands, five kids, two
dogs, and a two-week vacation in Cape Cod later to decide the romance world
needed a splash of medicine. Write what
you know.
So you can easily find us at 4 o'clock on Bank Street
beach with a glass of cold Prosecco brainstorming. And guaranteed if we bump
into you, literally, it’s only because our iPhones are glued to our hands
(totally out of our control) either writing or editing our next novel (and yes,
it is possible to do from your iPhone, we mastered it … damn those straight
quotations).
When we are not working on our book or reading the latest
angsty romance on our kindles, you basically name it and we have it going on.
Soccer, lacrosse, golf, swimming, dance, gymnastics, football, chess, baseball,
basketball, skiing, ice skating, school, homework, and more school.
Oh yeah, did we forget to mention our careers in medicine?
Needless to say, we realized fast that something had to
go, so we opted for sleep. It’s completely overrated (yet so AMAZING) and
delirium makes everything funnier. Good thing we share a brain and can pretty
much complete each other’s sentences (definitely weird, we know).
So that’s our story, who we are … just add AUTHORS to the
list!
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