Sweet Sexy Sadie is the second book in the McKenna Clan series and features Brody McKenna and Sadie Monroe. The First book is Catching Meara.

A Little Back Story:

Sadie Monroe is an anthropologist. She has been sent to the Sierra Madre Mountains to gather information to write a proposal for a grant to study the migration of butterflies down the Rocky Mountain chain. Her team is working on mapping the earliest settlements from Alaska through the southwest and as they progressed further south into central and Latin America and correlating them with the great summer/winter migration of monarch butterflies.

Brody McKenna whose full name is Bodaway, a Native American name and means fire-maker. He is Scottish and Apache and has grown to adulthood in Apacheria. Brody is an expert with explosive, once used in the small mining companies in the Sierra Madre Mountains.

The McKenna clan lived in Scotland. They call themselves the clan Chattan, which means clan of the cats. In 1831 eight members of the McKenna Clan immigrated to the United States, eventually branching off into different directions. Brody’s family settled in the Sierra Madres.

Title: Sweet Sexy Sadie

Author: Christine Young

Email: achristay@aol.com

Genre: Erotic Romance

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Book Heat Level: 5

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REVIEW:

Carin for My Reading Obsession

Sweet Sexy Sadie is a quick read with a fun plot line, Sadie is researching the migration of butterflies for her thesis she meets Brody when her car overheats in the desert pretty soon the car isn’t the only thing overheating. Sadie also has a stalker of a paranormal variety.

The action happens quick and without a lot of back story to have this come out novella length. I enjoyed the chemistry that is immediate between Brody and Sadie. I liked the paranormal element to her stalker and the bond that Sadie and Brody share to overcome the trials in their path to happiness.

This time of year with the kids in school you have lots of chances to sit and wait this is the perfect length book for those times and you can get in a fun love story while you are at it.

BLURB:

From the first time Sadie’s eyes met those of Brody McKenna in the hot Sierra Madre Mountains, theirs was a potent attraction””not gentle, slow, and easy, but hot, hard, and all-consuming. The daughter of a dysfunctional family, Sadie had dreams no man could wrench from her with hot sex and an all-consuming passion. She’d challenge this alpha male with all the strength she possessed. But her red hair, fiery temperament, and indomitable spirit obsessed Brody…and he knew he had to find a way to show her he was more than he appeared and convince her to make a life with him.

EXCERPT:

Sadie didn’t know what to make of Brody. Exceptionally handsome and charismatic, he’d made her smile the first time she saw him sauntering down the road toward her. Good lord, but he looked as if he owned the world. Tall, tanned from the sun, amber-green eyes that sparkled as if he saw some light humor in everything. He was wiry and sleek; a quickness about him surprised her. His blue-black hair was tied back with a leather thong, his chin angular.

Perhaps he did own this part of the Sierra Madres. His family seemed to own most of this town.

Her research had brought her to this place, Cactus Junction. Now the prospect of getting to know an interesting man would be an added perk. In the bathroom she slipped out of her clothes and into a tepid shower. A few minutes later she emerged squeaky clean and ready for the next part of her adventure.

Unpacking her clothes and taking out her laptop, she opened it. What do explosive experts do?  Hmmm….

Why, they blow up things. What would he blow up around here?

Lord but that sounded crazy to her. Before typing in the necessary info to pull something up on Google, she leaned back, relaxing into her chair. The wallpaper was outdated, and the old fan complimented the air conditioning. She realized she liked the atmosphere.

Enough musing. Mining in the Sierra Madres. Let’s see, it says here they mined silver as early as 1521.

Sadie scrolled down the paper. Ok”¦ Montezuma, in 1492, was already drinking hot chocolate from goblets made of gold. Maybe she should be studying this instead of her research thesis. The migration of butterflies. Once she’d thought the topic was romantic. Chasing after butterflies”¦

So what are they doing now? Junior drilling companies”¦ She wondered if that was what the McKenna Clan was, a junior company. How soon was too soon to ask? Probably not on their first dinner together. Knowledge brought power and she firmly believed everything happened for a reason. Then her chance encounter in this place was not a coincidence.

This says the companies are drilling to find the ore. So”¦ Do they still need explosives? If not, he didn’t do much for his day job. Perhaps the family had millions stashed away. At first glance this hotel was theirs and Brody had told her the land this town sat on belonged to them. But millions in the Caymans? Probably not.

She closed her laptop. Then leaning back, she shut her eyes and tried to cleanse her mind of all thought. A little catnap might be in order, but her heartbeat so fast she didn’t think sleeping was a plausible scenario. Eager to meet the McKenna Clan and begin her research, her body was wound tight as a rubber band ready to snap.

The bag of chips in her purse seemed to call to her just after her stomach growled its discontent. Trying to ignore the excessive calories and her empty belly, she rose and wandered to the window. Dinner would be that much better if she waited. Outside, the sun still beat down and one could see heat waves decorate the street.

The air conditioner chose that moment to blow out cold air. Sadie wrapped her arms around herself then turned the monitor down a notch.

Back at the window she looked at the street below. A man walked down the sidewalk, and as he grew closer, he stopped and shielded his eyes then gazed up to her room. Sadie’s breath caught in the back of her throat and another chill swept through her. This time it wasn’t caused by the air conditioner. The sight of the man sent an eerie feeling to the pit of her stomach. She stepped back in an attempt to remove herself from his line of sight.

The knock startled her away from the window. She jumped, afraid it might be the man she’d just seen but knowing it wasn’t.

“Sadie? Sadie, you in there?” Brody called from outside the door. Damn, but she’d recognize his voice anywhere. A smile crossed her face. She meant to forget the stranger.

“Come in.” Sadie looked back to the street below. No one was there. Once again she rubbed her arms. She felt as if a ghost had just swept through her, leaving her cold from her core outward.

“You okay?” Brody stepped inside, looking concerned.

“No, I don’t think so. I”¦” Pausing, she hesitated to tell him what had just happened. What she’d felt. He’d think she was crazy.

FOREVER HIS is the last book in the Lakota Pinkerton series. Etta Barringer is a Pinkerton Agent as is Jacob St. John.

A Little Back Story:

Etta Barringer is a Pinkerton agent. The year is 1895. Etta and Jacob St. John, who is also a Pinkerton agent, have a long history. They first meet in a prequel to Forever His, The Locket. It seems that with each meeting, Etta is forced to make decisions that put Jacob in harm’s way. After a confrontation with an old enemy and believing Jacob to be dead, Etta resigns from the agency and seeks peace and solace. On the other hand, Jacob vows revenge.

Forever His by Chrsitine Young

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August 30, 1895

Near Buffalo Creek,

South Dakota

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Christine Young has done it again in this historical romance. The blizzards, betrayal, deceit and a ruthless bandito like Chavez made this a great romance.

Melinda for Night Owl Romance     5 out of 5

BLURB:

Struggling to come to terms with the part she played in Jacob St. John’s death, Etta Barringer resigns from Pinkerton Agency and seeks peace and solace in a Rocky Mountain Cabin.

Jacob has vowed to discover the reason Etta has betrayed him, sold him out to his enemy and left him for dead.

Isolated in their cabin, they discover their love for each other and learn to trust. But the trust is shattered when Jacob learns she is married to his sworn enemy; the man who left him in the desert to die.

EXCERPT:

The sun beat down. Searing heat waves hit the hard packed earth, blistering, charring everything, even the dry prairie grass. Jacob St. John, his arms stretched overhead and bound to a whipping post, no longer counted the lashes tearing into his back, no longer felt the horrific agony.

More than a half-dozen men and one woman were gathered in the sage-patched backyard of the run-down shack. So far not one person made a sound as they watched Chavez wield the whip, stripping the flesh off his back.

If Chavez weren’t so angry and seeking revenge of his own, he would probably have just had him shot. Revenge was a powerful motive. Chavez wanted Jacob to suffer, to yell before he died. It seemed Etta Barringer did too. So far Chavez was toying with him, taunting and teasing him, cutting an inch here, ripping an inch there, not doing much damage but making mincemeat out of his back.

Jacob hadn’t made a sound yet, not even a sharp, indrawn breath. He wasn’t about to even though he knew Chavez would get impatient and start slashing. There was no hurry. Chavez had as long as he wanted. No one save Etta knew where he was, no one would come looking for him, at least not until the sun went down. By then Chavez would be done with him, and he would either be dead or buzzard-bait. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure why Etta would hand him over to Chavez. She had always been Pinkerton to the core, yet she had betrayed him once before. If he survived this, he meant to have answers. He’d move heaven and earth to search out the lying Etta Barringer and find out exactly what she had against him.

The pain of betrayal at the forefront of his mind, and vows of revenge against the instigator of this kept him going. He focused on the woman’s laughter and the scent of lemons that permeated his soul.

He had been taken by surprise. Still, he didn’t go down easily. It took all of Chavez’s men to get him bound securely to the post in back of the shack. And of those men, not one came away from the encounter without a scratch. Blood from the multitude of small cuts Chavez had inflicted ran in rivulets from his back, pooling on the parched thirsty ground, soaking into the dirt, staining it.

He stood, his head proudly erect and that seemed to draw anger from Chavez. The grip of his fingers curled around the top of the post, the only sign of Jacob’s pain–and fury.

The first real stroke of the whip felt like a red-hot branding iron searing across his back. Jacob didn’t flinch, nor would he as long as he could hear her laughter or smell lemons floating languidly on the breeze. He wished he could see her, stare into her beguiling, green eyes until she knew he’d never stop hunting for her. Fury at his own weakness rose, and the anger he felt deep inside simmered, because she’d always attracted him. Ever since she showed up in a small town in Oregon, seduced him then drugged him and left him to sleep off the opium-laced whiskey, she’d fascinated him.

Concentrate on her–on what you’re going to do when you find her again . . .