Secrets of Ugly Creek

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-311-7
Page Count: 135
Word Count: 32974
Rating: Spicy(PG13)

Ugly Creek

Nobody knows how special Ugly Creek is, except the people who live there and guard its secrets. When journalist and ex-resident Madison Clark discovers an infamous muckraker plans to film a documentary there, she volunteers to interview him. Somebody must protect the little town. She didn't realize she'd also have to protect her heart.

For Gibson "Mac" McFain, this documentary series means a fresh start. He didn't count on a feisty, yet attractive, reporter questioning his motives. Worse, someone is determined to undermine his efforts by attacking him and his crew. No matter what he feels about Madison, Mac can't risk ruining what's left of his career.

Love requires trust; but both Madison and Mac believe it's a luxury they can't afford. That leaves desire and it's only a matter of time before they act on their longings. But are the stakes too high to be sleeping with the enemy?

Romantic Comedy
Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 135
Word Count: 32974
978-1-62830-311-7 Digital


“You’re hiding something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced myself to look directly into his eyes.

His small smile had my hands fisting.

“So, there are secrets in this little town,” he said.

“No, there aren’t.”

His smile widened. “The lady protests too much, methinks.”

I smiled back. “O, but she’ll keep her word.”

He moved until he was so close I could smell his warm, spicy scent. “So you like Shakespeare?”


“Good.” His hands grasped my shoulders and edged me toward him. His warm, firm lips touched mine. My body became molten lava.

For the space of three heartbeats, I was totally lost. Reality swirled around us, but not touching us. It was wonderful. It was crazy.

I shoved at him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He stepped back without letting go of me. “What we’ve both wanted since I yanked you out of that mud.”

“You’ve lost it.”

“Have I?”


When he pulled me close again, I didn’t fight him. Only a knock at the door separated us.

Kate Stone shoved in and glared at me so hard she looked constipated. “What’s she doing here?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “I was just leaving.”

I pushed past Stone and out the door.

Back in my Aveo, I wondered if I wasn’t the one who had lost it.

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