The first book in Katee Robert’s The O’Malley’s series, The Marriage Contract has been received to great critical claim. Fans also can’t wait until the second book, The Wedding Pact, is released in April (so close, yet so far!). To help whet your appetite until the release, we’ve got an exclusive excerpt from The Wedding Pact for you to enjoy!
The VIP room was far from packed and, even if it hadn’t been, no one would blink an eye at two people hooking up in the shadows. But it wouldn’t get him anywhere with Carrigan, aside from a few moments of pleasure. Then she’d be gone and he had the feeling he wouldn’t be seeing her again in the near future—if ever.
That didn’t suit his purposes one goddamn bit.
So he pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive spot behind her ear and backed the fuck off. When she turned and blinked those big green eyes at him, he almost threw caution to the wind and kissed her. Only the knowledge that it wouldn’t stop with a kiss, wouldn’t stop until he was buried between her thighs, kept him from giving in. “I’ll be seeing you, Carrigan O’Malley.”
Still holding her gaze, he grabbed his beer and drained the rest of it. He’d already taken care of the tab with the bartender, so he stood and, with one last look at her, walked away. It felt unnatural to do it, but it was becomingly increasingly clear that the fire in his blood for Carrigan wasn’t going away. He’d been so sure it would, that seeing her again would be enough to bring common sense rushing back and remind him that she was the enemy and he’d done the right thing when he’d chosen his family over her.
Except that certainty hadn’t come last night. And it sure as fuck wasn’t here tonight, either.
All he could think about as he strode down the stairs to the main club floor was that he’d well and truly fucked up. She was within her rights to never forgive him. Hell, he wouldn’t forgive him if he was in her position.
And wanting her forgiveness had nothing at all to do with the damn album.
“Fuck.” He settled into an empty spot at the bar and waited. Just because he was giving her space didn’t mean he was going to leave before seeing her safely into a cab. She wouldn’t thank him for the babysitting detail, but he’d never forgive himself if something happened to her because he wasn’t watching. What the hell am I thinking? Something is happening to her. He’d hoped against hope that the rumor he’d heard about her old man selling her off to one of his allies was false.
The look on her face had told him otherwise.
Knowing she was destined for a political marriage was like watching a hawk get its wings clipped, or a tiger be declawed. While it was possible that she’d maintain the fiery personality and streak of wildness that called to him on a level he wasn’t prepared to deal with…It was just as likely that her future husband would kill that part of her, leaving a dead-eyed Stepford wife in her place.
The thought burned. Beating some sense into Seamus O’Malley sounded satisfying as fuck, but ultimately it wouldn’t change anything. Nothing James did would change anything.
And hell if that knowledge didn’t stick in his throat.
The minutes ticked by, but it wasn’t too long before Carrigan appeared at the top of the stairs like some kind of fallen angel. He couldn’t see her eyes from where he stood, but he imagined her a queen surveying her kingdom. The moment her gaze landed on him, her body went tense. He waited, curious to see what she’d do. She marched down the stairs, her hips swinging with each step. But instead of coming to give him a piece of her mind, she shot him a look and disappeared onto the dance floor.
That shit was a dare if he ever saw one.
He was moving before he made a decision to, stalking after her. People took one look at him and parted like the Red Sea. He walked through them without pausing, stopping when he caught sight of her, her hands above her head, her eyes closed, her body moving with the writhing beat of the song.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His plans to keep his distance went up in a puff of smoke and he closed the space between them, needing to touch her more than he needed his next breath. James slipped behind her, resting his hands on her hips. It took all of three seconds to pick up her rhythm and match it, fitting himself behind her. She arched back against him, her arms looping around his neck and her head resting on his chest as they ground together.
Stupid. This wasn’t part of the plan, wasn’t part of keeping control of the situation. Because if anyone was in control right now, it was Carrigan. She guided him with the rolling of her hips, her ass against his cock, the heat of her searing through his clothes as if they didn’t exist.
Unable to help himself, he coasted his hands up her sides to frame her ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts with every other beat. She moved closer in response, rotating in his grasp until they faced each other, her chest pressed against his chest and her fingers twined in his hair. She went onto her tiptoes, dragging her body up his, and he groaned in response. “James?”
“Yeah, lovely?” A little voice tried to pipe up to point out that he’d give her damn near anything with her moving against him like this, but he ignored it, waiting for her answer.
“I might want you…” He tightened his grip on her hips. She laughed, a sound he felt more than heard. “But you try that manipulative shit on me again, and I will go for your throat.” And then she was gone, slipping through his arms like smoke. He stood there like a damn fool, sporting a hard-on for the record books and watching her walk away. He shook his head and followed. Head games or not, his needing to see her safely to a cab hadn’t changed.
Fuck, he was almost proud of her for turning the tables on him so efficiently, even if he was going to suffer for it physically. He could weather a little suffering and, to be honest, he’d seen a whole hell of a lot worse. James grinned. He followed her out of the club, letting her pull ahead, and leaned against a wall as she flagged down a cab. Only once it veered back out into traffic did he turn and head for his ride.
Damn that woman, but he only got more intrigued with each interaction. He looked forward to seeing what the next one brought.
That small voice in his head tried to pipe up again, tried to remind him that she wasn’t his and never would be, but he ignored it. She wasn’t married yet and if she was willing to play, he was more than willing to go the distance.
We also asked Katee a few questions to get a bit more insight into the author behind the amazing books!
If you could only read five books for the rest of your life, what five books would they be, and why?
The Black Jewels Trilogy (totally counts as one book!) by Anne Bishop. If I had to pick one of them, though, it would be Heir to the Shadows. Oh God, where to start? These books are probably my all-time favorites. I re-read them at least once a year because it feels like revisiting old friends. Lucivar, Daemon, and Saetan are three of my favorite heroes around, all for different reasons.
Kushiel’s Legacy trilogy (shhhh. Still counts) by Jacqueline Carey. Again, if I had to pick one, it’d be Kushiel’s Avatar. These books are just AHHHHH, PERFECTION. The slow romance between Joscelin and Phédre is one of my favorites in fiction. They are such opposites and they face so many trials and she never wavers in her love for him and he always comes for her and be still my heart.
The Girl From the Well by Rin Chupeco. Sometimes I get a really intense jonesing for horror. This book brings it in spades, and from such a unique point of view that it’s utterly compelling and un-put-downable. Most horror stories, especially ghost stories, are told from the person experiencing the haunting or, in a slasher story, the survivor girl. Not so with this book. It’s told from the vengeful ghost’s point of view, and even as she becomes more sympathetic, it never makes her any less scary. This book is a work of art.
The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. Wow, there are a lot of fantasy novels on this list. Okay, so Rothfuss has such a way with words and, for me, this story rolled out very differently than most fantasy novels I’ve been exposed to. Kvothe is so…SO MUCH. He’s a bard and he tells his tale with a bard’s drama and words. This book is beautiful in story, character, and language.
Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas. Okay, okay, obviously my one true love is fantasy. Shhhh. Sarah J Maas is a new author for me, and this book just blew my socks off. It’s a retelling of one of my favorite fairy tales of all time (East of the Sun, West of the Moon) and it’s set in such a vivid alternate world that it feels like it’s only a step away. There is nothing I don’t love about this book and it made me lose sleep, which is the highest compliment I can give.
Who are your book boyfriends? What do you like about them? What characteristics do they share with the hero from The Wedding Pact?
Lucivar from The Black Jewels trilogy. He’s a real salt of the earth guy…who happens to have wings. But like James, Lucivar is a man’s man. He can really do some damage and he’s protective of those he considers his.
Curran from the Kate Daniels series. God, Curran. He’s as scary as he is sexy, and his devotion to Kate only makes him hotter. James might not be able to turn into a giant lion monster, but he’s got his focus on Carrigan and, like Curran, once he’s got his eye on you, it’s pretty much a done deal.
FIRST ROMANCE (AKA My First Time):
What was the first romance novel you read?
The Magnificent Rogue by Iris Johanson
What do you remember about it?
The hero did some truly filthy things with heather to the heroine. It blew my 12 yo mind.
What did you like most about it?
How the hero and heroine’s fighting turned into sexy good times more often than not.
I seem to remember wanting to smack the hero for being determined not to be in love with the heroine.
Have you ever reread it? If you did, how do you feel about it now?
I did a bunch of times through junior high, but I haven’t recently. I kind of want to now!
Katee Robert learned to tell stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her favorites then were the rather epic adventures of The Three Bears, but at age twelve she discovered romance novels and never looked back. Though she dabbled in writing, life got in the way—as it often does—and she spent a few years traveling, living in both Philadelphia and Germany. In between traveling and raising her two wee ones, she had the crazy idea that she’d like to write a book and try to get published. Her first novel was an epic fantasy that, God willing, will never see the light of day. From there, she dabbled in YA and horror, before finally finding speculative romance. Because, really, who wouldn’t want to write entire books about the smoking-hot relationships between two people? She now spends her time—when not lost in Far Reach worlds—playing imaginary games with her wee ones, writing, ogling men, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. Visit her on her website, Facebook, or Twitter!