I am SO excited for this one to come out! I just finished The Proposition and so I wait for this one! Here are all the teasers I have come across thus far! I got them all from her website. Enjoy!
11/4/12 –> (This is from the first chapter of The Proposal)
Aidan stared up at the blurry, double images of his father’s frowning face. One look of absolute, total disgust would have been bad enough, but in his drunken state, there had to be two. Patrick leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest in a huff. “Son, I do believe you’re shitfaced!”
After a snort escaped his lips, Aidan’s face smacked hard onto the kitchen table before he gave a maniacal laugh. “Actually, Pop, I was shitfaced five beers and two shots of Patron ago. I think it’s safe to say I’m fucking plastered now!”
11/5/12 –> (Aidan and Emma back together again for the first time. Ladies, she’s making him work for it, I promise!! Patrick’s had a little health scare that landed him in the ER(nothing too serious), and Emma happened to be with him when it happened. So, away we go!!)
Aidan reached out his hand to flag down a passing nurse when the sound of singing stopped him cold in the middle of the hallway. Strains of Danny Boy floated back to him—his father’ s favorite song. Only second generation Irish, Patrick had grown up with the songs of the old homeland like Danny Boy and The Fields of Athenry. Aidan couldn’t remember a time in his life when his father wasn’t humming one of them.
But it wasn’t his father singing. This sweet voice cut through to Aidan’s soul, causing him to shudder.
It was Emma.
Her voice drew him nearer and nearer like a siren leading a man to his doom. His steps slowed to a crawl as his eyes honed in on the door down the hall from him. The last time he heard her sing was at grandparent’s Barn Dance—the night before he realized he was in truly and completely in love with her. But all of that was before he had broken her heart.
Pausing in front of the doorway, Aidan tried to still the rapid acceleration of his heartbeat. His father reclined back on the hospital bed with Emma perched beside him. She held his hand that was tethered to an IV pole in both of hers. Although Patrick had oxygen tubes stuck in his nose, he appeared to be feeling fine and was enjoying his impromptu concert.
When the last notes of the song echoed off the drab walls, Patrick applauded. “Beautiful, Emma! Absolutely beautiful!”
Even though she ducked her head, Aidan could see her usual flush of embarrassment that tinged her cheeks. “You’re welcome.”
“Without a doubt, you have the voice of an angel, sweetheart.”
Emma leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, and that includes singing a song with impossibly high notes in the middle of the ER.” One hand flew to her abdomen while a smile spread across her face. “Noah must be a true Irish Fitzgerald. He’s going crazy dancing right now!” Taking Patrick’s hand, she brought it to her belly. “See?”
Aidan sucked in a breath and staggered back. What the hell? His son had a name, and he hadn’t even had a part in it. How could she do something as monumental as naming their child without asking him? He shouldn’t have cared that Emma had bestowed her late father’s name on their son, but he did. Anger pulsed through him. Stalking through the doorway, he blurted, “Excuse me? Noah?”
Patrick and Emma both turned to stare at him. Emma’s face reddened from her ivory cheeks all the way down to her neck while her frantic gaze darted around the room as if looking for an escape. Scrambling out of the bed, she backed as far away from him as she could.
Although his attention should have gone to his ailing father, Aidan couldn’t take his eyes off of Emma. Any anger he felt quickly evaporated, and his heart constricted with love for her. God, he had missed her. He didn’t realize just how much until she was standing right in front of him like a vision. Three weeks without her and he was a physical and mental wreck. But Emma could have been one of Patrick’s roses in bloom. Her breasts were fuller, her stomach was rounder, and her hips wider. He fought to catch his breath.
11/11/12 –> (Sooo, here’s from Emma’s first chapter in The Proposal….she’s with Patrick at the moment!!)
“Come on, Em, you’re a beautiful, vibrant young woman. What in the hell are you doing here at the VFW with me and a bunch of other old farts?” Patrick asked, with a grin.She giggled. “Are you kidding? I can’t miss Saturday Bingo! What about all the fabulous prizes I could win? That bulk sized box of Depends is calling my name.” When his chest vibrated with amusement, she pointed a finger. “Hey, you shouldn’t laugh. You’ve had a pregnant wife and daughters. You know lack of bladder control is serious business!”
“Such a little sass pot, aren’t you? What a mouth you’ve got for such a supposedly sweet girl!”
Emma’s heart stilled as she heard Aidan’s voice echo in her ears,“That mouth of yours is trouble.” An ache burned through her chest, and she fought to catch her breath.
11/13/12 –> (I wanted to post this one because it addresses the title of the sequel. Oh, did you think it was all based on that kind of proposal? Oh no, not quite!! This scene takes place the same day as last week’s teaser with Patrick, Emma, and Aidan in the ER. Later that evening, too much emotional stress puts baby Noah in danger and lands Emma in the ER.)
Dr. Pendleton snapped Emma’s chart shut. “I’m going to insist on strict bed-rest for the next two to four weeks. Your feet are only to touch the ground to use the restroom, and I’m going to insist on you using a seat in the shower, too. Is that clear?”
Emma gasped. “But my job—”
He held up a finger to silence her. “I’ll fill out the necessary paperwork for you to take a leave of absence. The most important thing right now is for you to rest and limit your stress level. We don’t want any more premature labor.”
“How long do I have to stay in the hospital?” Emma questioned, her voice wavering.
“I want to keep you in at least over night, and then you can probably go home tomorrow. Let me go check on the status of moving you upstairs.”
After Dr. Pendleton exited the room, Emma’s emotions spiraled dangerously out of control. She tried fighting with everything in her not to totally and completely lose it at the prospect that Noah’s life was still in danger. It was too much to bear, and she couldn’t stop the floodgates from opening. A strangled cry erupted from her lips, sending both Casey and Aidan racing forward to comfort her. Somehow Casey elbowed Aidan out of the way, blocking him from getting to her.
A frustrated grunt came from Aidan, but Casey ignored him and grabbed Emma’s hand. She squeezed it tight and gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t cry, Em. It’s all going to be fine. Lots of women have to go on bed rest for a while, and then the rest of their pregnancies are completely normal.”
Between hiccupping sobs, Emma replied, “I hope so.”
“I know so. And I’ll take you Grammy’s first thing tomorrow, and she’ll get you through this.”
Emma shook her head as the tears slid down her cheeks. “I can’t go to Grammy’s. Granddaddy had hip replacement surgery a week ago, and she’s already ragged from taking care of him. I can’t put any more stress on her at her age.”
Aidan cleared his throat and sidestepped Casey to stand in front of Emma. “You’re coming home with me. I’m going to take care of you.”
A hiss erupted from Casey. She jerked her hand away from Emma’s to jab a finger into Aidan’s chest. “Over my dead body!”
Aidan’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
Casey’s nostrils flared. “You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind! You take care of her? You’re the very reason she’s in this condition!”
He winced.“Look we all know I fucked up! Royally. Even though I’d give anything to take it back, I can’t. But I can make it right, and one way to prove to Emma how truly sorry I am is to stand by her and take care of her when she needs me most.”
Emma sucked in a breath at Aidan’s words. She was sure one of the countless monitors she was hooked up to was about to go haywire with her accelerating heartbeat. Shock reverberated through her that he had even suggested taking care of her, least of all that he actually meant he’d do it. While deeply touched, she couldn’t imagine how her frayed nerves could allow her to be so close to him. Finally, she shook her head. “I don’t think—”
His blue eyes blazed with a steely determination. “This isn’t up for discussion.”
Casey snorted. “Oh hell yes, it is up for discussion. If anyone is going to be taking care of Em, it’s me, fuckwit!”
Aidan’s face clouded over with fury, and Emma feared he was about to truly lose his temper. His jaw clenched as he leaned closer to Casey. “You seem to forget that’s mychild she’s carrying. Noah is my responsibility. You can sure as hell believe that nothing else matters more to me in this world than my son.”
Glaring back at him, Casey countered, “Too bad you weren’t thinking about Noah when you almost screwed that skank!”
At Aidan’s growl, Connor squeezed between them. “Okay, enough!” He shook his head. “Damn, you two have got to chill with the pissing contest about Em. Would you stop for a minute and think about how much you’re upsetting her?”
Both Aidan and Casey snapped their gaze from Connor and stared at Emma. Their attention caused her cheeks and neck to flush.
Aidan’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, Em. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want…” He ran his hand through his sandy hair. “More than anything in the world, I want you to let me take care of you and Noah.”
The sincerity in his words sent her heart fluttering again, and she hated herself for it. After nibbling on her lip, she questioned, “What about your job? You can’t possibly travel like you have been and take care of me 24/7.”
“I’ll just sign up for family medical leave or something.”
Emma couldn’t help widening her eyes. “You would do that?”
“Of course I would. You need me,” Aidan said, edging closer to the bed.
“But with your position, will they even consider granting you one when we aren’t even married?” Emma asked.
Aidan shrugged. “If they don’t, then I’ll just quit.” The corners of his lips tugged up in a smile. “You and Noah mean more to me than a job.”
Casey crossed her arms over her chest in a huff. “And what if your libido kicks in one night after seeing some slut in a short skirt? Are you just going to run out on Em again?”
“Case,” Emma pleaded as Aidan snarled, “Don’t fucking go there!”
“I cannot believe you’re honestly considering letting him do this! He broke your heart, Em!” Casey cried, throwing her hands up in frustration.
Emma sighed. “Yes, I’m well aware of what he did. But at the moment, I don’t see any other choice but to accept what he’s proposing.”
11/24/12 –> (I know most of you want to see Aidan suffering, and he has been. I promise. He’s just finally been given an opportunity to see Emma after she’s been shunning him.)
She turned and stalked away. “Em, wait!” When she didn’t stop, he blurted, “Fine, you want even more grand gestures? Here’s another one.” He sank down onto his knees on her walkway.
When Emma whirled around, her eyes grew wide. “What are you doing?”
He gazed around them. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing? I’m on my knees–totally and completely begging you to forgive me.”
“Get up!” she hissed when a couple walking their dog paused to stare at them.
“Not until you forgive me.”
She growled in frustration. “Quit being dramatic.”
He shrugged. “Fine, call me a Drama Queen. Call me any fucking name in the book! Just get all the anger and hate out of your system, so you can work on forgiving me.” He opened his arms wide. “I said it on cards, in text messages and voicemails, and even in that fruity book of poetry I sent you. But now I’m going to say it to your face in case it’s the only other chance I have.”
Suddenly in the moment Aidan didn’t feel so sure of himself anymore. Feeling shaky, he drew in a ragged breath. “I am sorry, Emma. I’m so sorry for breaking your heart. I’m sorry for being an utter prick and being scared of my feelings for you. Most of all, I’m sorry for screwing up the perfect life we had by pushing you away and cheating on you.”
Emma’s face flushed crimson as the woman on the sidewalk gasped. Aidan turned to her. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m one of the countless assholes who break women’s hearts. I couldn’t tell Emma I loved her, and I almost screwed another woman to try to push her away.” He smacked his palms hard against his chest. “But from the depths of my heart and soul, I’m so, so sorry!”
“Jesus man, have you lost all your pride?” the man questioned, which caused his wife to punch him in the arm.
Aidan chuckled. “Yeah, I have. Because I’m willing to do whatever it takes to win her back,” he replied, pointing to Emma.
When Emma strode over to him with a determined look, Aidan felt his hope rising. It quickly faded as she grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up. “Get off my front walk this minute, or I’m going to call the cops!” She shook her head maniacally. “I can’t believe you just embarrassed me in front of my neighbors like that!”
12/4/12 –> (He’s going to play into the sequel quite a bit…he’s a 180 from our all-American boy Aidan, but he’s also a 180 in all the right ways of wanting to settle down with a wife and child. They first met when Patrick was taken to the ER with chest pains(the earlier teaser where Aidan and Emma see each other again for the first time). After she’s put on bed-rest, he wants to get to know her better.)
Pesh’s closeness caused her heartbeat to accelerate. His woodsy cologne, the heat from his body, the tousled dark hair she wanted to run her fingers through—it drove her to distraction. Breathing normally like he had requested was completely out of the question. Instead, she managed to draw in several harsh pants. Pesh’s dark eyes swept from the stethoscope up to hers. He took the buds out of his ears and smiled knowingly. “Either I’m making you nervous, or you need to get back to the hospital for your erratic breathing and heartbeat.”
She felt a warm flush creeping across her cheeks. “No, it’s you,” she murmured.
He cocked his eyebrows. “So you’re saying if Dr. Pendleton were here taking your vitals you wouldn’t be reacting this way?”
Laughter sputtered from her lips. “Of course not.”
Shifting his body, he leaned in closer to her. His dark eyes penetrated hers. “Why do I make you nervous, Emma?”
Her mouth ran dry, and she licked her lips. “Because…” You’re so damn good-looking, and your fabulous body kicks my pregnancy hormones into overdrive, making me think things about you I shouldn’t. But more than the lust, you’re kind and compassionate, and if given the chance, I could see myself falling in love with you.
Emma exhaled the breath she had been holding. “You confuse me.”
“I confuse you?”
Staring down at her hands, she said, “I still care very deeply for Aidan, but when I’m with you, I start to feel…differently.”
“So I at least have a chance to woo you?”
She snapped her head up to stare at him. “To woo me?”
Pesh laughed. “Not a word you would usually use?”
He tilted his head in thought. “Hmm, a chance to romance you then? To wine and dine you?”
Emma smiled and pointed to her belly. “There will be no wining, and with my bed rest, our dining is going to be a little limited.”
“Ah, but that’s why I brought food to you.” He rose off the couch. “Let me go get it, and we’ll commence our wooing.”
He winked at her, and she laughed. “Okay.”
When Pesh got to the door, he stopped and turned around. “As long as I have a chance to win your heart, Emma, I’ll take whatever you can give me.”
12/10/12–> (As a writer, you have a fondness for your characters. Some you anticipate their arrival on the scene while others just come out of thin air. That’s kinda what happened with the pool scene with Aidan’s nephews, or as he likes to refer to them “the monsters”. These three precocious boys, John, Percy, and Georgie, just appeared, and man, were they fun to write because they were able to get under Aidan’s skin where Emma was concerned.)
“Uncle Aidan?” Percy began.
“Don’t you think you ought to marry Emma?”
Aidan jerked his head up, slamming it against trunk lid. “FUCK!” he shouted as he saw stars before his eyes. A few more expletives escaped his lips as pain raged through his skull.
“Nice mouth you got there,” John chided.
Gritting his teeth, Aidan rubbed his aching head. “You mention that to your mom, and I’ll tell her about your ball-sack comment.”
John’s eyes widened. “Dude, that is so not cool!”
“Yeah, well, that’s what blackmail is for.” Aidan started to resume gathering up the bags when he noticed Percy staring expectantly at him for an answer. Aidan sighed. “Perce—”
His blonde brows knitted together. “Don’t you love her?”
“Oh Christ,” Aidan muttered, raking his hand through his hair. He winced as pain once again shot through his head. “Did your mom put you up to this or something?”
“No. When I asked her the same question, she just said that you were a cad.” Percy shrugged. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s a dude who acts like a douchebag to women,” John said.
Aidan glared over at John. “I am not a cad!”
He held his hands up. “I didn’t say it. Mom did.”
Leave it to his sister the English professor to resort to name calling him something from the nineteenth century. He handed Percy one of the box’s from Earl and Virginia’s. “Perce, it’s complicated because—”
“You’re a cad?” John asked.
Ignoring him, Aidan said, “I was stupid and did something that hurt Emma’s feelings pretty bad. It’s going to take her some time to forgive me and let me back into her heart.”
Percy shifted the box he was carrying to one hip. “You’re having a baby with Emma, so the responsible thing to do would be to marry her,” he said sensibly.
Aidan blinked a few times at Percy. “Did I hit my head harder than I thought, or did you actually just sound like a mature adult, rather than a kid?”
Percy grinned. “Maybe. Dad always says I’m an old soul.”
Aidan laughed. “I think he called that one right.” He glanced over to John who wore an amused smirk. “Of course, anything you say has to sound light years above this one,” he said, jerking his thumb at John.
12/18/12 –> (So, this is going to be the last Teaser Tuesday for 2012 and probably for a few weeks. I tried to make it nice and extra long to tide you over the lonely weeks without a glimpse of Aidan and Emma, lol.
To set the stage: this is when Emma has come to Aidan’s house from the hospital on bed rest. Overwhelmed by her feelings and fear of what could happen to Noah, she’s been weeping in the bathroom rather than taking a shower.)
Without hesitation, Aidan drew her into his embrace. She should have shrugged him away. Being close to him when she was so emotionally broken was playing with fire. But she was so very tired of being alone all the time and having to bear every burden on her own. Aidan had enough strength for the both of them, and just being held in his arms sent comfort pulsing through her.
Grabbing him around the back, she fisted his shirt in her hands, hanging on for dear life. Aidan’s lips warmed against her ear, causing her to shiver. “Shh, please, sweetheart. Don’t cry,” he crooned in her ear. “I’m here for you, and we’re going to get through this together.”
His words reassured her, and for both him and for Noah, she tried pulling herself together.When her cries begin to quiet, Aidan pulled away to gaze at her. His blue eyes blazed with intensity. “Listen to me. You have every right to be scared, but I want you to believe me when I say that Noah is going to be fine. He’s blessed with some strong as hell genes.” Placing his hand on her belly, he smiled. “He’s part Fitzgerald, and for generations, the men of my family have been known for being tough, scrappy fighters with a will of iron to survive.”
“Really?” she questioned with a hiccup.
Aidan nodded. “But even more than the fighting Irish Fitzgerald blood pumping through him, he’s inherited the most amazing DNA from his mother. She’s the strongest person I’ve ever known.”
His words, coupled with the sincerity in which he spoke them, caused a burning wildfire in her chest. “Oh Aidan,” she murmured.
He brushed her hair out of her face. “You just have to keep being strong, Em. That fire that burns so deep within you—the one that’s seen you through the darkest times—you’ve got to stoke it to burn a little brighter.”
“Now come on. All the hot water is going to be gone before you get cleaned up.” He rose up off the floor.
When he tore his shirt over his head, she widened her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Taking my shirt off. I don’t wanna get drenched helping you take a shower.”
Her head shook wildly from side to side. “I don’t need your help.”
“You’re exhausted, Em. Just let me help you, okay?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“And why not?”
Heat flooded her cheeks. “Because you’ll see me…”
A playful grin curved on his lips. “Have you forgotten that I’m well acquainted with every gorgeous inch of your body?”
She stared down at her hands in her lap. “No, but it was different then. We were different then.”
The feel of his burning stare made her finally look up. “And it’s different now because I’m not going to devour you when I see you naked. I’m going to take care of you. There are more levels of intimacy than just sex, Emma.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“So let me take care of you.”
She exhaled a defeated breath and nodded. “Will you turn the chair around, so I’m not facing you?”
An amused glint twinkled in his eyes. “Yes, Miss Modest, I can.”
“For your information, there’s more of me than the last time you saw me,” she argued as he adjusted the shower seat.
He turned around and shrugged. “I doubt that. Besides, you’re still just as beautiful as the first time I saw you.”
“Always the flirt, aren’t you?” she replied with a grin.
“Just stating facts, ma’am.” Aidan’s hands then reached for the hem of her shirt. Instead of protesting, she let him pull it over her head. His gaze hovered over her cleavage a little longer than it should have before he tossed her shirt onto the wicker hamper. “Stand up,” he instructed.
“You’re so bossy.”
“And you’re so damn stubborn,” he countered as he pulled her pants down.
Left in only her underwear, she shivered. As if to even the playing field, Aidan’s fingers went to his fly and took his pants off as well. His eyes met hers as she brought her arms around her back and unfastened her bra. After it slid to the floor, she wrapped her arms around her breasts.
Aidan rolled his eyes. “Oh Em, seriously? Quit acting like I’m some pervert getting off at this.”
A little flicker of hellfire sparked within her at his exasperation. Her hands then went to the waistband of her underwear, and she ripped the panties down her thighs as best she could with her belly getting in the way. Meeting his surprised gaze she strode over to the shower and sat down on the chair. “I’d like my vanilla body wash please and the pink sponge. Thank you.”
His chuckle echoed off the bathroom walls. Sticking his hand in the shower, he handed her the body wash. “I already put your shampoo in there.” He closed the shower door behind him. Emma didn’t dare glance back to see if he’d dropped his boxers or not. “Want me to wash your hair?”
“You seriously want to do that?”
“Of course. Besides it’s not like you’re going to let me wash the good parts anyway.”
A giggle escaped her lips. “I thought you were going to behave,” she protested.
“I am. That’s why I want to keep my hands busy with your hair.”
1/1/13 –> (Yep, this time there is a Preface. Why, you might ask? Well, let’s just say it’s a hint into Aidan’s past…a brief glimpse at why he is the way that he is) – *In case you forgot, Amy was Aidan’s first love…the one who caught him cheating in the exact same way as Emma…except Amy had tried to trap him into marriage by getting pregnant.
Aidan tried to still the rapid beating of his heart as he raced up the front walkway. Stumbling on the porch steps, he lurched towards the front door. He banged both of his fists against the wood as hard as he could. “Please! Please open up! I have to talk to you!” he shouted. His hand slid down the jamb to the doorbell. His finger punched it relentlessly like a SOS call in Morse Code.
Finally, his desperate ministrations were rewarded by the front door swinging open. At the sight of her tear stained face, his soul twisted in agony. “Please…please just let me talk to you!”
She shook her head. “There’s nothing left to say, Aidan. We’ve been down this road too many times. I’ve come to the conclusion that your actions will always speak louder than your words.”
“No, last night is not what I want. It’s just I was scared with the baby and everything that’s happened between us in the last few weeks.”
When she tried sweeping past him out the door, he pushed himself in front of her like a shield. “Aidan, move. I have to get to work. Nothing you have to say is going to change the way I feel right now.”
“Can’t you call in? I love you, and I want to make this right.” He raked a shaky hand through his already disheveled hair. He was still in the wrinkled clothes he had worn the day before. He hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten—he had spent the night consumed with how to get her back. “No matter what you think, I do love you…and I do want the baby.”
She raised her head to glare at him. Aidan took a step back at the unadulterated rage that burned in her eyes. “Don’t you dare say that! I know how you really feel about me being pregnant—the burden it is on your life. If anything, it’s the reason you were fucking that girl! Because when you’re scared, you always manage to screw up!”
Shoving him out of the way, she stomped down the porch steps. He followed close on her heels. “Okay, you’re right. It was a burden—maybe it still is. But I realize now I was just being stupid. I love you, and I do want to marry you and raise our child.”
She skidded to a stop. Her shoulders sagged before she slowly turned around. “Right now you think that’s what you want. But I know you too well. Before we get married or before the baby is born, you’ll get scared and cheat again.” She shook her head sadly. “I was stupid to think me being pregnant would change you. That somehow it would make you commit. But you can’t even be faithful for your baby.”
Aidan reached out for her, but she spun away and ran down the sidewalk. When he finally caught up to her, she had locked herself in the car.
He banged his fist against the window. “Please. Please don’t do this!”
She threw the car in reverse and squealed out of the driveway. The engine roared as she sped down the street. Aidan closed his eyes in defeat. He staggered back, trying desperately to stop himself from hyperventilating.
Then the sound of screeching tires and busting glass caused Aidan’s heart to shudder to a stop. He sprinted to the edge of the driveway. His entire world slowed to a crawl at the sight of the mangled heap of twisted metal in the distance.