Wistful Whispers is out—and trust me, Seamus McGloughlin is going to wreck you in the best possible way.
I poured my whole heart into this book. It’s angsty, steamy, and full of emotional tension that doesn’t let up. Seamus—the youngest McGloughlin brother—is brilliant, brooding, and has earned a reputation at the hospital for… a very specific kind of magic.
Marcella Delgado is the sharp, stunning plus-size attorney who sees through his charm and forces him to face a truth he’s been running from. Their connection? Unstoppable. Their fallout? Unthinkable.
Not convinced?
Here’s a sneak peek at the moment it all nearly unravels—and almost ignites:
I reach up, brush her hair back, and she closes her eyes.
“I can’t think,” she whispers. “When you’re this close.”
“Then don’t think.” I lean in, slow and deliberate, until her lips are right there—soft, trembling. Inches from mine.
When our mouths finally meet, it’s not rushed or frantic. It’s not needy or wild.
It’s reverent.
A slow slide of her pillowy lips against mine. Warm. Careful. Unbelievably tender.
I feel her breath hitch when I angle my head and brush my mouth against hers like I’ve been dreaming about for months. This kiss has been building since the second I saw her—since the second she shattered every expectation I had and rebuilt it into something I never saw coming.
Her hand curls into the fabric of my shirt. Not pushing me away—holding on. Christ, I feel it everywhere. The heat. The ache. The impossible rightness of this.
When her lips part and I taste more of her, I swear it almost drops me to my knees. It’s a promise. One I feel in the center of my chest—steady and deep and terrifying as hell.
When our kiss deepens and becomes more urgent, my hands find her waist. Hers thread through my hair. When we finally pull apart, both of us are breathing like we’ve run a marathon.
Marcella’s eyes are wide and glassy. Her breathing is shaky. “We shouldn’t.”
“Tell me to stop.” I call her bluff.
She hesitates. Then she doesn’t, kissing me again. Harder this time.
My hands skim her back and I pull her closer. She gasps when I lift her into my lap. Her skirt rides up and she doesn’t seem to care. I’m drowning in her. In us.
As fast as it starts, she breaks the kiss, pulling back, her hands on my chest.
“No. We can’t.” Her voice cracks. “Not like this. Not tonight.”
I breathe hard, nodding, even as I try to slow my pulse. “Okay. Okay.”
She scrambles off my lap and starts to pace, her arms crossed over her chest.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I shouldn’t have.”
I stand too, closing the distance between us. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I’m afraid of what it means.” She looks at me, conflicted.
“Why are you afraid?”
Her shoulders fall. “What if it means everything? Only for it to end?”
“We won’t let it. End.” I reach for her hand.
She squeezes my fingers. Then let’s go.
We stand there in silence for a moment longer until she crushes me. “No. We can’t. Not now. Not ever.”
“Marcella…”
“It’s not right.” She smooths her skirt.
“I don’t agree, maybe…”
“No maybes. It’s wrong.” She steps away, flustered.
This pisses me off immensely. Not because I’m mad at her. I hate she feels like I’ll let her down. “Why doesn’t it feel wrong? For me, being with you feels inevitable.”
She whirls around. “No, being with you is a problem.”
Then she’s marching toward the exit.
“Marcella.”
She doesn’t turn around. Instead, pushes through the door and I hear her heels clicking down the hallway toward the elevator.
I grab my phone and text her.
Come back.
I wait. Every second feels like an hour. I’m convinced Marcella hasn’t seen my text or worse, she’s seen and ignored it.
Then I hear something.
Heels. Echoing down the hall. Getting closer.
The door swings open and she’s back—eyes wild, breath shallow, fire in every step.
She doesn’t speak. Neither do I. Her mouth finds mine and nothing else exists.
No courtroom. No hospital. No rules.
Only this.
The inevitability we’ve been circling finally breaks.
I know with gut-deep certainty—
Marcella was always mine.
Whew!
Want more? Grab your copy now. Then cancel your plans. You’re going to need some time with Seamus.
With love,
Kaylene
