I want to take a moment to say—thank you.
Your excitement, your messages, your reviews… they mean everything. Wistful Whispers has only been out a short time, and already I’m overwhelmed (in the best way) by how deeply Seamus and Marcella’s story is resonating.
Writing this book was personal. Emotional. Intense. And knowing it’s landed in your hearts makes every twist, every rewrite, every vulnerable scene worth it.
So today, I want to gift you a moment that’s both tender and heated—because that’s who Seamus and Marcella are: chaos and comfort, fire and forever.
Here’s a sneak peek at the moment it all nearly unravels—and almost ignites:
The stark room is bathed in warm, golden light, a stark contrast to the cold, clinical hallway. A hospital bed sits in the center, and perched on the edge is Seamus. Right where I left him.
His longish, wavy hair falls into his face, the brown strands catch the light as his piercing blue eyes lock on to mine. He wears blue scrubs, the fabric clings to his muscular frame making my stomach flip.
A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face, and my heart skips a beat.
“Marcella.” His deep tone is like velvet.
I should turn around and leave again. This is wrong. My feet won’t move. Instead, I step inside and the door clicks shut behind me. I can’t tear my eyes away from him.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I whisper and swallow hard.
I want to be here. My nipples pebble under his heated stare. Arousal soaks my panties.
Seamus stands, slow and deliberate and takes a step toward me. “You should.” He takes my hand without breaking eye contact. “You want this as much as I do.”
I open my mouth to deny it. The words won’t come. He’s absolutely right. I have been thinking about him nonstop. For too long. Now, we’re close enough for me to smell the faint scent of his cologne—warm and woodsy, with a hint of spice.
His free hand cups my cheek tenderly. I shiver at the contact.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze roaming over my face. “So sexy in your power suit. Your warrior princess armor.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I try to step back, never comfortable being assessed this way.
“Yes, you do.” He rakes his eyes up and down my body appreciatively. “You hide behind the wall you’ve built. Afraid to let anyone see the real you. I do, Marcella. I see you and tonight, I want all of you.”
His words cut through me, stripping away the layers of defense I’ve built over the years. I’m exposed, vulnerable, and yet…I know I won’t run anymore. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for too long. I want to be here with Seamus.
He steps closer, his body inches from mine. Heat radiates off him. My breath hitches as his hand slides down to my hip, his touch firm but gentle.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
I close my eyes, my mind spinning. This is inappropriate. Morally. Ethically. Except, my body responds to him instinctively, leaning into his touch, craving more. He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Tell me you want this,” he drawls like liquid sex. “Tell me you want me.”
I should say no. I should push him away. The words coming out of my mouth are the opposite.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you more than anything.”
“Thank Christ. I can’t resist you.” His lips crash down on mine, and the world tilts.
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With all my gratitude,
Kaylene
