Weldon Brothers Series
I said it! Gulp. Now I need to make it all come together despite my sometimes insane life. Book Three of the Weldon Brothers Series, HARD IRISH, will be out this month even if it takes me to the eleventh hour of the last day of the month. I am going to get it done. The kids may starve and the dog may languish. I might get fired from my day job because I’ll be percolating hot steamy scenes all day and burning the midnight oil to get them written, but I vow to get the job done. Now enough about me.
Let’s talk about Jared Weldon. This hunky brother and identical twin is up next. He’s been living the life of a hard core bachelor but is about to get a knock out punch from Rocky McKenna. It’s going to take more than good looks and a hard body to send this hard Irish woman over the edge. Add in steamy nights, ragged emotions, heart-wrenching drama, and a killer and you’ll get what it takes for an explosive free fall into love. Read the rest of this entry »
Jackson Weldon as described by Nan Miller
Lightning briefly illuminated the strong curve of his stubble-rough jaw, devilish smile, and raven’s wing hair whipping in the wind. Damn, the man had no right to look so sexy in the middle of hell. He stripped off his black leather jacket, pushed her umbrella aside, and leaned in close.
“You bait a nice hook, sugar.”
“You. You Peeping Tom!” Her search for something sophisticated and deadly to say fizzled as ridiculous.
“Careful. You’re giving me ideas for a new profession.”
She didn’t have a chance to reply before his leather jacket descended over her head and his strong arm encircled her.
Jesse Weldon as described by Alexi Jordan
Alexi blinked as heat invaded the chill that had stolen through her since she’d seen the pictures of Roger. She tingled as she looked at the rugged face and chiseled chest of the man who’d just saved her from falling. Half a day’s stubble covered his rough jaw, and his deep sea-blue eyes, crinkled at the corners from the sun, warily assessed her then stared at her mouth. Tension oozed from him. She had no trouble connecting the man to the wild devil who’d led her astray years ago then broke her heart.
Small towns had there good side and bad side of the tracks, and the Weldon boys had been know a time or two to paint their side a bit blacker. Jesse’s reputation had been the worst.