To stay alive, a surgeon must stay with a drop-dead gorgeous agent. But would she survive if he breaks her heart?
Dangerous attractionWhen he saw her picture the first time, Agent Ty Cartwright knew the doctor would be a danger to his senses. Shayne stirs something deep inside him. But he quickly seals his feelings tight. She’s a victim of a sick bastard who wants her dead and Ty is supposed to keep her safe.Unprotected heart
Shayne has been the number one surgeon in North Carolina. She knows everything about a heart, but when distractingly handsome Agent Ty Cartwright came into her life and starts to share sizzling nights with her, she fails to protect her own heart from tearing when Ty finally leaves.
After a few weeks with her, Shayne becomes a woman of his dreams—a hot fantasy he can’t stop falling in love with. He won’t rest until he guarantees Shayne’s safety and he wont stop until she is sinfully his—body and soul.
Tierney O’Malley is an award winning and international bestselling author. She began writing her first book when her youngest was in fifth grade. Now she is a multi-published author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Ms. O’Malley lives with her husband and children in Seattle, Washington, and is currently working on a new novel and sets of series she recently sold.
Wow. This is fantastic. This is my second time here at Rukia promoting my books. This time I am promoting a new boxed-set put together by your favorite talented NYT, USA Today, and Amazon bestselling authors.
Tell us about your title featured in this set:
Coming in Hot: Medical Romance Boxed set is a compilation of contemporary to paranormal romances.The idea for my book Sinfully Mine came up when I was actually waiting for my doctor. Watching other patients, wondering why they were there and eyeing cute doctors in their scrubs got me to thinking how cool it would be to date a doctor. J Seriously, authors’ brains work even when they have a fever.
Tell us something about yourself:
I live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with my husband, our two beautiful girls, and Ginger (our wonderful dog). I can’t imagine living anywhere else. My husband and I are both outdoorsy. We love to walk, stare at the mountains, and just go for a drive enjoying the ever changing colors of the trees.Tell us about your writing process:
I usually write when the mood strikes. Most of the time at night when the critters are asleep. JWhat is your favourite genre to read?
Historical. Hahahah. I know. I don’t write the genre, but hey, it is what I enjoy reading.What would you say is the one thing you are most passionate about?
When you are not writing, what do you like to do?
Play the guitar, baby. Or go for a walk with my husband. There is nothing more romantic than walking with your husband anywhere while holding hands. I just love it. Even when we are at home watching T.V. I love holding hands.If someone who hasn’t read any your books asked you to describe your story in this set (the elevator pitch!) what would you say?
Try Sinfully Mine and you’ll fall for a brainiac doctor that cries each time he finishes a heart surgery and drool over a hero who wears his jeans sinfully.Where can readers connect with you?
I love hearing from everyone. You can reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org or visit my website at http://tierneyomalley.comThank you, thank you everyone for your wonderful support. I enjoyed reading all of your letters. Your encouragements, comments, suggestions have kept me glued to my computer, creating characters that all of us could relate to. YOU are the reason why I am here. Thank you.
As soon as Rob left, Shayne’s shoulders sagged. God, she felt tired. She needed a long hot shower to help ease the tension from her shoulders and maybe get this shooting out of her head even for a few minutes. Not sit and wait. Damn. Those two agents in their tattered looking jeans were just being intimidating to tell her to stay put. Of course, she could move from her spot. She’d met a good number of agents in the hospital, but these two by far, were the most tiring of them all. And, yeah, very pleasing to the eye.
The tallest one who introduced himself as Agent Ty Cartwright looked in need of a haircut and a shave. He must be over six feet tall, wearing old faded jeans that hung around his hips. His shirt, partially tucked out looked like he slept in it. But boy, oh boy. He sure has that rugged-sexy look going for him. Shayne had a glimpsed of his tattoo by his neck. She wondered what it was. The ink added to his sexiness, but his best asset yet was his most indescribable bluer than blue eyes. Tired looking eyes, but seriously, they were so striking she couldn’t stop staring at them and forget the world. Which had been embarrassing really, because she had to ask him to repeat his question a couple times. Well, it wasn’t her fault. She bet the man knew how entrancing his eyes were, and yet, he stared at her for the longest time. Yes! Their gazes had been locked for so long, she could’ve counted his eyelashes. My word! The man is beautiful. Unfortunately, he had a manner of a barbarian.
Thankfully, he was now on his phone while the other agent named Grady Parks was busy smirking at the photographers and reporters.
Shayne glanced at the agents. Both oozed sexiness and yumminess. How could they not? They both carried guns and badges. However, Agent Cartwright seemed to be in command and had been scowling at her since he stepped foot in her apartment. He was the one who made her want to brush her hair, check if her breath didn’t smell like a day old broccoli, or see if her mascara hadn’t smeared all over her face.
Shayne glanced at him again. God, she must be really sex deprived to be drooling over an agent. Yeah, that was it. How else would she explain this insane feeling of wanting to rub her body all over that hotness? It’d been over a year since she last went out with a guy. A freaking long year! Now, her hormones were jumping all over the place. She gave the agent one more sweeping glance and felt that weird jolt in her chest again—a feeling most familiar among teenagers when they see their crushes. She rolled her eyes.
Well, it as this agent’s fault. Damn it, why did he have to wear those low rider jeans with tattered hems? They only made him look delicious.
Okay, now she was hungry for food and for this man. God, she needed to do something. Food. Yeah, she would have to find some. For sure, it would be okay with them if she went into her kitchen. It wasn’t like she would be leaving the apartment anyway.
Shayne stood up.
Agent ‘Sexy’ Cartwright glanced at her for a mere second and then went back to talking on his phone.
Sheez, here she was having heart palpitations over this agent and he couldn’t even look at her without glowering. Damn it. She shouldn’t even think about him. Instead, she needed to focus on the current issue. Like how in the world would she replace the cello. Buying a new one would probably cost her entire savings. Yeah, she’d been a doctor for two years, but that was just it. Only two years. And she had a fat loan to pay. So, buying a new one-of-a-kind cello would probably reduce her to becoming a homeless doctor. Lord, she would probably have to eat pancakes every day until she resembled a Pillsbury doughboy.