Robin Cavanaugh's ordinary Saturday goes awry when a wounded man leaps into her car at a traffic light and refuses to go to the hospital. Robin's first instinct is to take him to the nearest police station but when he tells her his name, she realizes he's a member of her church. He swears he's one of the good guys and Robin feels inclined to believe him. So she takes him home and tends his wounds.
When his condition worsens, she even uses his cell phone to contact what turns out to be his brother, the local medical doctor. Robin soon learns that Gray is no criminal but an undercover agent whose life may be in danger.
As their relationship develops and Gray heals, Robin becomes part of the action, too. When she gives him her heart and accepts his marriage proposal, Robin has no idea if he'll survive his last undercover operation or not.
Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy is a full-time romance author. A native of the old historic city of St. Joseph, Missouri, one time home to both Jesse James and the Pony Express, she now lives and writes in the beautiful Missouri Ozark region. Her romance novels include Wolfe’s Lady (December 2010 Evernight Publishing), Love Tattoo, (March 2011, Evernight), Love Scars (June 2011, Evernight), Love Never Fails (May 2011, Rebel Ink Press), Kinfolk (July 2011, Champagne Books), The Marriage Cure (Astraea Press, July 2011), Love Scars, July 2011 (Evernight Publishing). Love Tattoo, Love Scars, and Love Knots, Love Shadows are the first four books of the six book Love Covenant series. Other novels include Witness Protection Program (Rebel Ink Press, A Time To Love (Champagne Books. Sing We Now of Christmas (Rebel Ink Press, December 2011). 2012 is already kicking off with more novel releases including A Patient Heart, Miss Good Samaritan, Guy’s Angel, In Love’s Own Time, Heart of the Ozarks) In The Shadow of War, and a novella, Long Live The King (Champagne Books). Her work also appears in more than twenty anthologies and she has multiple short story/non-fiction credits.
She is a member of RWA, Missouri Writers Guild, EPIC, and the Ozarks Writers League.
Her work also appears in multiple anthologies. She earned a BA degree in both English and History from Missouri Southern State University as well as an AA Degree in Journalism from Crowder College. She worked in broadcast media for a decade and also has a background in education. Her weekly column “Hindsight” appears each week in the Neosho Daily News.
She is married to Roy W. Murphy and the couple has three children, Emily, Megan, and Patrick Murphy.
If Lee Ann – or Lee as many of her writing friends know her – isn’t writing, she’s reading or spending time outdoors.
In Neosho, Missouri, the small town she now calls home, she serves on the local library board, is active in the annual Relay For Life fight against cancer, has worked with the local Arts Council, and is active in her parish.
“I want you,” Gray breathed into her ear. “Robin, will you come with me?”
Her heart leapt and she’d swear it wedged midway up her throat. Each beat resonated through her, her skin tingling with anticipation as she nodded and took the hand he offered. Gray led her back to the big front bedroom and he shut the door with infinite care. A full harvest moon shone through the thin curtains and a slight breeze with the chill of autumn came through the one window open just an inch or so. Robin shivered but not with cold as Gray came to her.
Facing her, he held her face between his hands and kissed her, his mouth soft and yet urgent against her mouth. His fingers undid the snap buttons on her flannel nightgown with slow precision and he pulled the garment from her. The gown dropped to the floor and he slid a single finger into the waistband of her cotton Hanes panties to lower them to her ankles. Robin stepped out of them, aroused and unafraid. She’d never been more certain about the sexual act as now. This wasn’t one of her college experiences when a little too much drink turned her head and blurred judgment or an aggressive date who pushed too far, too fast. For the first time in her life, Robin realized she was about to make love and the idea fired her imagination just as much as desire heated her blood to fever heat.
Gray removed his boxers and pulled her against him so they stood, skin to skin. The incredible sensation fascinated Robin and she adored the way his flesh rubbed against hers. Her breasts rested against his mat of chest hair and without conscious thought, she used her hands to run across the contours of his body. She trailed her hands from his shoulders down, delighting in the way his skin reacted to her touch. On Gray’s right side, she let her hand go down to his thigh but on the left, she skirted his healing wound but with sudden impulse, she bent to kiss it, her mouth lighter than a moth’s brush in the night.
Gray moaned aloud and she hesitated. “Did I hurt you?” she whispered.
“Feels damn good,” he said, “Touch me some more, honey.”
His command equaled her wish so Robin did. Her hands moved over him, marveling at his solid body, the rock hard muscles, the beautiful way his parts fit together into a whole. As she explored, so did he. Gray stroked her titties, his fingers slow and tantalizing. He bent his mouth to them and he suckled at first one nipple, then the other as an incredible erotic pleasure soared within Robin until she thought she’d die from the physical joy. Inspired and fired with the wildest passion she’d ever known, Robin put her mouth against the base of his throat and nibbled.
Her hand moved from his thigh to his crotch where she reached out to grasp the fullness of his cock in her hand. As she held it, she used her tongue to make laps around each of his nipples and then brought it down lower. Gray sighed and found her mouth. He pressed his against hers with urgency, with a rising need and his cock answered by growing in her hand. Robin savored the way it hardened against her flesh and she caressed it, moving her fingers up and down the shaft with slow movements.
His male musk, a wonderful scent intoxicating her senses, combined soap, lingering cologne, and just a man smell Robin adored. They continued touching and fingering each other’s bodies, handling every part they could reach until need built up within Robin until she knew she’d explode without an outlet. Gray must’ve felt the same because he whispered, “Now, Robin, now,” as he took her to his bed.
Robin scooted on her back until she rested her head on the pillows and opened her legs as Gray lowered himself onto her. She arched forward to meet his thrust, a single stroke entering her vaginal passage with speed tempered with gentleness. Robin cried out as he impacted and filled her, the sensation so glorious she couldn’t contain her delight and Gray hushed her with another kiss. He tongued her this time, his tongue twining with hers as he went deeper and rocked her.
Everything she coveted built to a crescendo and when it came, so did she. A mind blowing wild rush of intense pleasure claimed her, radiating out from her center to spread through her body. Her hands gripped him hard as she trembled with her release, her body pouring into his the way a flood stage river leaves the banks. Gray shuddered against her, convulsed with his own physical completion and in a hoarse whisper uttered the words she craved, “I love you, Robin.”