Title: Give Me Grace
Series: Give Me #3
Release Date: July 10, 2014
Casey Daniels has a past forged in Hell.
Despite the friends, the endless supply of women, and the muscle car he spent
years restoring, it still eats away at him.
Despite the friends, the endless supply of women, and the muscle car he spent
years restoring, it still eats away at him.
Grace Paterson is in Sydney as a temporary
bassist for Jamieson, the band Casey handles security for. She’s also
infuriating, off-limits, and completely irresistible.
bassist for Jamieson, the band Casey handles security for. She’s also
infuriating, off-limits, and completely irresistible.
A deal is struck, and despite their intense
and powerful connection, both think it will be easy to walk away. But life can
be more ruthless than either of them ever imagined. Not only does Grace have a
secret she’s desperate to keep, Casey has questions from his past that he’s
willing to do anything to get answers for.
and powerful connection, both think it will be easy to walk away. But life can
be more ruthless than either of them ever imagined. Not only does Grace have a
secret she’s desperate to keep, Casey has questions from his past that he’s
willing to do anything to get answers for.
It’s not until someone wants one of them dead
that Casey realises his love for Grace is the one thing he could never walk
away from.
that Casey realises his love for Grace is the one thing he could never walk
away from.
In a story of revenge, betrayal, secrets, and love, Casey will need to
reconcile his past with his present, before the future he never knew he wanted
is snatched away.
If you have read Give Me Love & Give Me
Strength then you will be familiar with
Casey Daniels and the Valentine & Jamieson crew. This book can be read as a stand alone as the
back story gets filled in along the way, however, I highly recommend you read
the first two books to get a feel for the bigger picture. Each story focuses on a couple but there
other storylines interwoven which keeps the entire story moving along collectively.
Casey is one of the partners in Valentine
& Jamieson, a consulting firm that specialises in assisting the police with
hostage/child custody cases. Casey is a
29 year old sexy alpha male who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He is however haunted by his past and the unresolved case of the death of his family eats away at him. He thinks that once he has the answers he will get rid of the aching pain inside him and find peace with what happened to them.
29 year old sexy alpha male who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He is however haunted by his past and the unresolved case of the death of his family eats away at him. He thinks that once he has the answers he will get rid of the aching pain inside him and find peace with what happened to them.
Grace is a very successful supermodel and
the sister of Henry, who is in the band Jamieson. When Henry breaks his arm in a car accident
he convinces Grace to temporarily fill in for him on bass in the band. Casey is sent to pick her up from the airport
as his firm does security for the band.
The timing couldn't be worse for Grace, she arrives with her boyfriend's
dog Mitsy, then in between getting off the plane and meeting Casey she breaks
up with said boyfriend via phone. She is
then detained for suspicion of carrying drugs so she is not in the best mood
when he finally meets her.
Straight away there is an insane attraction
between these two, she finds Casey's intense looks hard to drag her eyes away
from. She is a walking wet dream for
Casey, absolutely stunning to look at and really fiery, she takes no shit from
anyone. He also sees something in her
eyes that tells him she is hiding behind a mask, he's not sure what she is
trying to hide from though. They resolve
to become 'friends' but it doesn't go so well at first....
"Trying to be friends with you is like trying to
hug a cactus" - Grace
Slowly though Grace begins to thaw a bit
and sees another side of Casey, he is very protective of her and she kind of
likes the idea of someone looking out for her.
They keep their developing friendship on the down low but nothing is
secret if you live in the duplex apartment with the band.
In the midst of all of this Casey thinks he
may finally have a lead on his family's murder case so he starts looking around
but the people involved are pretty nasty which brings a whole other level of
danger to not just him but anyone else in his life, aka Grace. She too is feeling the heat from back home,
she needs to return and take care of some unfinished business of her own. She did not expect to feel what she now does
for Casey, which makes leaving him even harder than she thought.
"because he's not only in my heart, he's my
goddamn hero." - Grace
This is a story filled with plenty of
laughs, love, drama and sexy alpha men.
I can't wait to read more and see what the heck is going to happen with
the storyline we were left with in the epilogue.
I give this 4 stars
I slipped out the front door, letting it softly click shut behind me. Casey was sitting in his car, staring straight ahead as I walked down the drive. Opening the car door, I slid inside and shut it. He didn’t acknowledge my presence, or even look at me at all. He simply shifted gears, and with a quick glance in his rearview mirror, pulled out onto the road.
I clicked my seat belt into place. “Casey?”
With a hard swallow, he shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road as we drove. Despite his controlled composure, his face was pale and tension surrounded him like an aura.
“Casey, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m sorry.” Our eyes met for a brief moment, the connection intense. Raw pain flickered in his eyes before it was quickly banked. “That’s the last thing I want to do.”
His palm slid over my bare thigh, riding upwards as he continued to drive. The touch sent arousal spiking through me, but not enough to override the concern.
“Where are we going?”
He shook his head as if he had no clue. After a moment, he replied, “I want to drive, but I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with you.”
My eyes fixed on his profile as he drove. The knuckles of his right hand were white on the steering wheel and his jaw tight. Something wasn’t right. In fact, something was very wrong. I slid my hand over his, my pulse racing when he flipped his palm over and grabbed hold.
“Casey?”
He glanced over at me.
“I want to be with you too.”
His answer was a squeeze of my hand before letting go.
We sat in silence as he drove. I stared at the dashboard, having no idea what to do or say or how to fix what was wrong.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Sure.” A smile came to his lips. It was forced because it never reached his eyes. “Just a bad day at work, you know?”
“No, I don’t know. Maybe you should tell me.”
The roads were eerily quiet when he pulled to a stop at a red light. “I don’t want to talk right now.” His hand fell on my thigh again, the calloused palm scraping my skin as it slipped upwards. Reaching between my thighs, he dragged my panties to the side and slipped his fingers inside, gently massaging my clit and dragging a moan from my throat. He leaned over, putting his mouth on my ear, his breathing coming harder and heavier.
“I want to fuck you, Grace. Not just tonight, but every night,” he professed, his fingers working me expertly. The red light turned green, but with no cars around, Casey ignored it. “Hard enough for it to hurt, so that when you leave, me fucking you is the only thing you can think about.”
I closed my eyes, my head falling back against the headrest. I wanted him to fuck me that hard. I wanted to feel him inside me even when he wasn’t there, but not like this. Not when he was using sex to mask a hurt so painful and deep I could feel the ache of it surrounding me until I felt suffocated.
“No,” I gasped.
He froze at the single word, his hand stilling instantly.
“There’s something wrong, Casey. I can feel it.”
His hand slipped out of my panties and I mourned the loss. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped.
Tension bled into the car as he put it in gear and accelerated swiftly. My eyes burned. When we were good, it was wild and intense and consuming, but we always spiralled into such a hot mess. I wasn’t sure if Casey and I would ever find a happy medium.
Drawing a deep breath, I forced calm. “Maybe you should take me home.”
“No.”
My brows flew up. “No?”
“No.” He shook his head, his tone cold and harsh. “This was your deal, and now you want to turn it into some kind of relationship? That’s not what this is. This is about you and me and sex. So maybe you should spread your legs so we can both get what we want.”
I clicked my seat belt into place. “Casey?”
With a hard swallow, he shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road as we drove. Despite his controlled composure, his face was pale and tension surrounded him like an aura.
“Casey, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m sorry.” Our eyes met for a brief moment, the connection intense. Raw pain flickered in his eyes before it was quickly banked. “That’s the last thing I want to do.”
His palm slid over my bare thigh, riding upwards as he continued to drive. The touch sent arousal spiking through me, but not enough to override the concern.
“Where are we going?”
He shook his head as if he had no clue. After a moment, he replied, “I want to drive, but I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with you.”
My eyes fixed on his profile as he drove. The knuckles of his right hand were white on the steering wheel and his jaw tight. Something wasn’t right. In fact, something was very wrong. I slid my hand over his, my pulse racing when he flipped his palm over and grabbed hold.
“Casey?”
He glanced over at me.
“I want to be with you too.”
His answer was a squeeze of my hand before letting go.
We sat in silence as he drove. I stared at the dashboard, having no idea what to do or say or how to fix what was wrong.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Sure.” A smile came to his lips. It was forced because it never reached his eyes. “Just a bad day at work, you know?”
“No, I don’t know. Maybe you should tell me.”
The roads were eerily quiet when he pulled to a stop at a red light. “I don’t want to talk right now.” His hand fell on my thigh again, the calloused palm scraping my skin as it slipped upwards. Reaching between my thighs, he dragged my panties to the side and slipped his fingers inside, gently massaging my clit and dragging a moan from my throat. He leaned over, putting his mouth on my ear, his breathing coming harder and heavier.
“I want to fuck you, Grace. Not just tonight, but every night,” he professed, his fingers working me expertly. The red light turned green, but with no cars around, Casey ignored it. “Hard enough for it to hurt, so that when you leave, me fucking you is the only thing you can think about.”
I closed my eyes, my head falling back against the headrest. I wanted him to fuck me that hard. I wanted to feel him inside me even when he wasn’t there, but not like this. Not when he was using sex to mask a hurt so painful and deep I could feel the ache of it surrounding me until I felt suffocated.
“No,” I gasped.
He froze at the single word, his hand stilling instantly.
“There’s something wrong, Casey. I can feel it.”
His hand slipped out of my panties and I mourned the loss. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped.
Tension bled into the car as he put it in gear and accelerated swiftly. My eyes burned. When we were good, it was wild and intense and consuming, but we always spiralled into such a hot mess. I wasn’t sure if Casey and I would ever find a happy medium.
Drawing a deep breath, I forced calm. “Maybe you should take me home.”
“No.”
My brows flew up. “No?”
“No.” He shook his head, his tone cold and harsh. “This was your deal, and now you want to turn it into some kind of relationship? That’s not what this is. This is about you and me and sex. So maybe you should spread your legs so we can both get what we want.”
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Kate McCarthy grew up in a small town outside of Port Macquarie, Australia. Raised in a house just a short walk to the beach, Kate enjoyed the peaceful, relaxed atmosphere and friendships that come from being raised in a friendly, small town area.
She now resides in Brisbane, Australia, a city in the state of Queensland where she
works as an accountant, along with a sideline wedding cake business and her writing.
works as an accountant, along with a sideline wedding cake business and her writing.
She is married with two children, has two dogs and house in the suburbs, and a pile of
friends and family dotted all over the country that help keep her sane.
friends and family dotted all over the country that help keep her sane.
When she’s not busy running after naughty kids, filthy dogs, crunching numbers, piping
buttercream and writing books, you can find her curled up in bed in the early hours of the morning reading new books and re-reading old favourites. Her favourite books are the Black Dagger Brotherhood series by J.R. Ward in which she longs to eventually join the brotherhood and change her name to Phierce Mutha.
buttercream and writing books, you can find her curled up in bed in the early hours of the morning reading new books and re-reading old favourites. Her favourite books are the Black Dagger Brotherhood series by J.R. Ward in which she longs to eventually join the brotherhood and change her name to Phierce Mutha.
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