Here’s SEAN in all his glory. I adore this cover, but to be honest I wanted a man-chest. And when I realized I couldn’t have a man-chest due to branding issues my bottom lip hit the floor. Yes, I pouted. It wasn’t pretty. I WANTED A MAN-CHEST.
However, the wonderful Gabrielle Prendergast of Cover You Dreams and I put our heads together and she came up with the exact character of (a guy with a decided twinkle in his eye) SEAN.
Gabrielle’s also working with me on a super-secret project linked to SEAN coming later this year, and all I’m prepared to say is she’s knocked the covers and the CC MACKENZIE brand right out of the ballpark. Can you tell I can’t keep a secret?
As soon as SEAN is ready for pre-order I’ll post the links, but to keep all y’all going here’s a sneak peek from the book, enjoy!
There’s only one thing in life that Sean Gallagher hates, and that’s a woman who cheats.
There’s only one problem in Katherine Mary Kennedy’s life and that’s how to pay her mother’s medical bills.
Let yourself be swept away by a romance so hot it will singe your fingers…
Supermodel Sean Gallagher is catch-your-breath gorgeous and ruined by his troubled past in Ireland and his part in the death of his younger brother. All grown up and relocated to New York, he’s become one of the most photographed faces on the planet. No one knows the dark childhood secrets that have given Sean a backbone of steel and a heart untouched by love.
No one until Katherine Mary Kennedy, that is…
From the moment the former girl-next-door steps onto the stage at Ludlow Hall to star as international burlesque star, Pousse-Café, Sean is sure he’s living in some sort of parallel universe.
Katherine peels away Sean’s prejudice about burlesque. She opens the door to a different world filled with pleasure and desire, and Sean is captivated. But when he realizes Katherine is the reason for his brother’s death, how far is he willing to go to punish her? And what happens when he has to step back into the real world and face some hard truths?
Sean & Katherine’s is a story of forbidden passion, revenge, love lost and love found and changes both of their lives forever…
“Nice dress,” Birdie said.
Katherine grinned at the way the words were spoken, in a gravelly New Yawk accent, and did a twirl of the dress, an ocean of shot silk the color of her eyes, azure blue.
“Do I look like a respectable member of the wedding party?” Katherine asked her dresser, and right hand woman.
Birdie chewed gum the way it should be chewed.
Her beady eyes, black like a bird’s, gleamed in a face that had lived over seventy years.
“Yup. Respectable’s boring, but the dress is… nice.”
“You’re just used to sequins and feathers, and satin and lace. Nothing wrong with nice,” Katherine muttered as Birdie’s arthritic fingers slid down the zip.
Birdie shot her a bland look beneath thin brows penciled in black. “Your cousin doesn’t want you to upstage the bride.”
Katherine shook her head, stepped out of the maid of honor’s dress, watched Birdie bag it and hang it on the hook on the back of the door. She stood in nothing except a nude thong and matching boned strapless bra and black silk hold ups. She lifted a boned corset of sheer silk the color of ink, wiggled firm but small breasts into position to lift and separate, and turned her back to let Birdie do her magic with the laces. “Elena doesn’t think like that, she’s too…”
“Nice,” Birdie said as she tugged and pulled at the corset to make Katherine’s small waist even smaller.
Katherine frowned as she snapped her stockings to her garter belt. “She’s a lovely person, and madly in love with Marc. They look good together. Can you adjust the bodice of the dress? I seem to have lost weight since my last fitting.”
“Wiggle your ass. That’s it. Honey, of course I can fix your nice dress. This is me you’re talkin’ to. Not a problem.”
“You’re an angel.”
Birdie dipped her head to eyeball Katherine over red framed reading glasses.
“I’ve been called many things in my life, Katherine. An angel ain’t one of them.”
“You’re all bark and no bite.”
Birdie sniffed. “Honey, you just keep telling yourself that if it makes you happy. Anyway, makes a change to see you in a dress since you make a living out of wearing very little. Park your skinny ass in the chair and let me do something with feathers and your hair.”
Katherine did as she was told.
She didn’t have a skinny ass.
Thanks to a rigid diet and a rigorous exercise regime, her ass was tight and toned.
In fact, every ass of every single one of her famous Golddigger burlesque troupe were tight and toned and fabulous.
Birdie whirled a cotton protector over her outfit to ready her for make-up.
“Good job I have a thick skin,” Katherine muttered.
“A thick skin’s a must in our business,” Birdie said as she set about working on one of the most beautiful faces in the world. “You’re looking gaunt, and a little bit hollow eyed. How’s your mama doin?”
“Still in remission, thank the Lord.”
“You’re a good girl. If your grandma could see you now, she’d be as proud of you as I am.”
Katherine couldn’t help but smile as Birdie worked her magic with eyeliner.
“She was a pistol, wasn’t she?”
“Yup. In her day she was the queen of burlesque.”
Katherine’s hand lifted to grip Birdie’s narrow wrist, their eyes held.
“I couldn’t have done this without you,” Katherine whispered.
Birdie’s eyes glittered with emotions neither ever put into words.
“You go get yourself out there with the girls and give Marc’s bachelor night the send off he deserves.”
Katherine stood, checked her hair, her make-up, in the mirror.
Birdie handed her black satin gloves, watched her as she tugged them over her elbows. She clipped the diamanté choker around Katherine’s long neck, clipped a matching bracelet on each wrist, and kept an eye on her girl as she slid narrow feet into mile high heels to showcase the best pair of legs in the business. Mr. Louboutin’s shoes did the job all right, they oozed pure sex.
“Get out there and give ’em hell,” Birdie ordered.
Since Birdie used the same words every single night, Katherine sent her a wicked grin.
As she strutted in all her finery down the corridor towards the back of the grand ballroom of Ludlow Hall, Katherine, a.k.a. Pousse-Café, the leader of The Golddiggers, couldn’t help but grin as four of her girls did their thing on the stage. Their timing was spot on, and their voices as they sang We Got The Look brought the house down. A Golddigger did more than just tease and tantalize. A Golddigger was a trained dancer, and she could sing, too. Plus, a Golddigger had to look good on and off stage. And that included a Golddigger’s behaviour in her private life. No salacious headlines in the celebrity press. A Golddigger had standards, high standards. Standards that had made The Golddiggers a household name right around the globe.
And now Katherine was about to entertain a home crowd.
Yep, the good girl gone bad was back.
And the small market town of Old Ludlow was buzzing over it, whispering untruths, dishing dirt and innuendo through the mom’s and tot’s groups, the nail bar and hairdresser.
But Pousse-café could care less.
The girls on stage were taking their bows as the good-natured crowd went wild.
Marc and his pals didn’t have grabby hands, thank God.
As her intro music began, Ms. Pousse-café lifted her chin, jerked her shoulders back, and strutted her stuff on stage.
Let the show begin.
I cannot tell you guys how much fun I’m having with this story, and what’s coming next. I’m working with a brand new support team, and we’re all so excited to bring you guys SEAN and Katherine’s stormy tale.
Next up, Wednesday’s Ludlow Hall Hump Day Sneak Peek of Ludlow Life…. and it’s a doozy.