Monday Morsels: Madam Mom

MADAM MOM

by Lynda Rees

He had the most engaging smile. She wanted to stroke the tiny wrinkles in the corners of his eyes to see if the skin felt soft or firm. When he smiled, slight dimples formed to the sides of his mouth. She wondered how it would feel kissing those tempting lips and nibbling to explore the depth of those tiny dips.

Wow. Where had it come from?

Her libido, normally well-guarded and in check, entangled emotions with actions. Nothing fired as it should. She was beyond able to control sparking senses, no matter how inappropriate.

Sex appeal oozed from each breath he expelled. Pheromones struck a happy, hot dance in her veins.

The Seatbelt On sign blinked off. He extended a hand. “I’m Sam Finch.”

Tisha shook it firmly. Heat from his skin melted any resistance that remained. Their eyes locked and spoke more than words could.

“Nice meeting you, Sam Finch. I’m Tisha McClain.” The sultry words came out with a life of their own, expressing more about her needs than her name.

Sam blinked, cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, keeping their gaze locked as though trying to read her intention.

“Listen, I owe you an apology for the way I acted today. I’m sorry. I’ve been overwhelmed, and you offered nothing but kindness. I hope you’ll forgive my rudeness.” Her lashes fluttered flirtingly as though they had a will of their own. She didn’t try to control them.

“Don’t give it another thought. I understand. I shouldn’t have butted in. You appeared . . . well, desperate.”

“I guess that about sums it up. I’ve been in shock since getting the news.” She couldn’t bear repeating it.

“I’m sorry for your loss. I cannot imagine what you’re going through.” It rang sincere.

“Thank you.” Glad he hadn’t assumed to understand. She hated when people did that. How could anyone know how a person felt? She struggled to get grounded. Sam is a nice guy, certainly a handsome one; and he acts interested.

He wouldn’t leave her alone. He certainly had sex appeal. She longed to run her fingers through the golden locks continually straying out of place and pull the gorgeous lips to hers.

Maybe a hot tryst with a sexy stranger would help her equilibrium return. She wasn’t fast and loose with men normally, but discretion got her a broken heart more often than she cared to count.

She’d never see Sam again. The perfect plan formed in her mind. They stepped into the gate and claimed their baggage.

“Could I buy you a cup of coffee?” Sam appeared hopeful.

She felt herself falling under his spell. She had nothing to lose. Why not go for it?

“If you need anything while in town, don’t hesitate to call me—really.” Sam handed her a business card.

She pocketed it without looking at it. Her humming horny side heated her cheeks instead of the ebbing allergic reaction. “I doubt it. I’m busy and heading home soon as possible. I won’t have a social life while here.”

He was hitting on her— commendable after what she’d put him through. He acted gluttonous for punishment, but it served her needs.

She dabbed at a tear in the corner of her eye. Would they never stop?

“I’m sorry. Again I’ve screwed up. I never know when to shut my trap. I didn’t mean disrespect. Growing up in a houseful of females, I can’t stand to see a woman cry. You might need a friend. But of course, you must have lots of friends, having grown up here.” He blundered around acting flustered and looking cute.

Tisha felt sorry for him. “Not really.” Tisha gazed away wiping a tear.

Now or never. The guy acted interested, clearly. Men were always opened to sex without strings. Why not take advantage? She needed something to bolster her strength. They’d both get laid. No one lost in the deal. No harm. No fowl.


Want to read more?

Tisha McClain’s attorney, Sam resents having a spoiled, rich-bitch heiress dropped onto his plate. The sexy, blonde male at the airport is an intrusive buttinski, but appealing. Without revealing identities they share a wild, one-time fling.

Unraveling her family’s sordid past, Tisha exposes deception. Proper, business-woman, Mom performed as a stripper and ran a brothel. Dad had managed strip clubs, associated with gangsters, and his brutal execution remains unsolved.

Recognizing their misconceptions about each other, Tisha and Sam form a special bond; but Tisha’s been betrayed by men before. Can Tisha get out of an unlawful predicament, evade the killer targeting her, and end the vicious McClain Curse?

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Meet the Hero: Sam Finch from Madam Mom

Today at The Write Way Cafe, we would like you to meet Sam Finch, author Lynda Rees’s hero from her most recent suspense novel Madam Mom.


Thanks for joining us today, Sam. We’ve heard you are a big-shot investment attorney in New York and your boss/father dropped an unpleasant bombshell on you.
     Thanks for having me. It’s a pleasure being here. Yes, my career is going well. I manage my family’s office in New York. My brother, uncle and father continue running the corporate office in Northern Kentucky. Not only am I in Kentucky learning a new computer system. One of our most prominent clients passed away. Her daughter, the sole heir, resides in New York. Her accounts are being transferred to me.

We understand you are less than happy about it.
     (Clear’s throat and gives a small chuckle.) Of course, I will remain professional and treat this new client to the best service possible.
     (He whispers.) Off the record, between you and me, I’m dreading it. I hope I’m wrong, but have no doubt this rich bitch heiress is a spoiled, entitled brat. She comes from a less than stellar background, which could mean trouble for both of us—possibly danger.

What do you mean?
     I don’t know much about her in particular. I understand she’s related to past associates of The Cleveland Mob. Between 1920 and 1978 when the FBI stepped in, they reigned in Newport. The town prospered as a mecca for illegal gambling, prostitution and alcohol. This was before Las Vegas was established. Famous people came from around the world to entertain or be entertained. Strip clubs lined the streets. Police looked the other way in this haven for crime. Of course, that’s all changed now.

You believe her family was involved?
     I hope not, but her mother did a stint in prison, and her dad was gunned down on the street execution style. If that doesn’t speak to mob influence, I don’t know what does. I’m afraid of what I’m going to be required to handle for this young woman.

Well, let’s hope you’re wrong. So you’re born and raised a Northern Kentucky native. Don’t you miss family? We understand your sisters settled in the Greater Cincinnati Area.
     Indeed. I miss my five sisters and their spouses, my nieces and nephews, my brother and of course, Mom and Dad. But New York owns my heart. I adore the vitality and excitement of the great city and can’t imagine living anywhere else. Besides, it makes it more difficult for my sisters to continually set me up with one woman or another. They’re anxious to see me married and settled down.

You don’t want that?
     I do, but continual interference in my love life is distracting. So far it has gotten me nowhere. The right woman will come along organically. I’ll know her when I meet her.

Is that right? We understand you met a woman on the trip home. Tell us about her. 
    (His face blushes crimson.) I met a lovely, young lady. Unfortunately, I doubt I’ll be seeing her again.

Why is that? Didn’t you make a good impression?
     Don’t get me wrong. I tried. Raised with five sisters, I can’t stand seeing a woman in pain. The poor thing was distraught going through Security. Her tears broke my heart.
     I reached out to try and help. She took it wrong resenting my interference. We had harsh words. It turned out, she was on my flight. We chatted, and she apologized for being rude when I over-stepped my bounds. We parted on a positive note. I doubt I’ll see her again. I didn’t get her name and number.

Too bad you didn’t hit it off. Maybe you’ll have better luck while you’re home. Surely your sisters will rally to find you a woman.
     (Sam laughs heartily.) You’ve got that right. I’ve no doubt they’ll meddle again in no time.

Tell us about your story—the novel Madam Mom.

Madam Mom by Lynda Rees

     Attorney Sam resents having a spoiled, rich-bitch heiress dropped onto his plate. Tisha’s been betrayed before, broken-hearted and grieving her mother. The intrusive buttinski at the airport riles her, but he’s an appealing distraction. Without revealing identities, they share an intimate fling.
     Unraveling family’s sordid past proves her prim, proper mother’s involvement in shady affairs. Dad’s brutal execution remains unsolved, though she suspects a mob hit.
     Recognizing misconceptions about each other, Tisha and Sam must work together. Sam is concerned for the vulnerable female, and they form a special bond. Can she escape her perilous predicament, evade a killer targeting her, and end the vicious McClain Curse to find love?

What other books has Lynda Rees written?
     Two are suspense novels about descendants of past mobsters—God Father’s Day and Madam Mom. Her debut was a historical novel about a woman’s struggle during the savage 1890’s Alaskan Gold Rush called Gold Lust Conspiracy. She co-authored a middle-grade children’s book, Freckle Face & Blondie, with her ten-year-old granddaughter, Harley Nelson. She authored several books in The Bloodline Series, romantic suspense novels about everyday heroes and heroines facing murder and danger in a rural horse-country area of Kentucky. The books are Parsley, Sage, Rose, Mary & Wine; Blood & Studs; Hot Blooded; Blood of Champions; Bloodlines & Lies; Horseshoes & Roses; and The Bloodline Trail.

Where can the books be purchased and how can fans reach Lynda?
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