How can their relationship
survive when it’s built on half-truths?
Where I Need to Be
McKenna, # 3
McKenna, # 3
by Jamie Hollins
Releasing July 18th 2017
Self-Published
Self-Published
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . WHERE I NEED
TO BE (McKenna, #3) . . . I loved the hard bodied, sexy hot single dad mechanic, James
and the slightly scarred, ex-pampered princess Megan. She lost it all. She had
to start over. She only had one option. She just wasn't expecting to find that
option leading to James. Together the to had a chemistry that was good and bad.
Raw and smooth. To get the perfect mix they both had to be honest and open with
themselves. Cade was the glue that helped them along the way.
I loved the depth of the read. The intensity. The chemistry. The conflict. There was much there including the secondary character and the previous main characters from the previous books in the series. This one with James and Megan felt more raw, real, solid. There were more emotions.
I loved the depth of the read. The intensity. The chemistry. The conflict. There was much there including the secondary character and the previous main characters from the previous books in the series. This one with James and Megan felt more raw, real, solid. There were more emotions.
McKenna series:
The
Best Part of Me – McKenna, #1
Not In
My Wildest Dreams – McKenna, #2
Where I
Need to Be – McKenna, #3
Blurb
When heroin stole James Foley’s wife and destroyed his marriage, he poured all his energy into raising his young son and running his auto garage. There’s no room in his life for anything else until Megan McKenna walks into his shop. He finds it impossible to resist the sexy school teacher.
When heroin stole James Foley’s wife and destroyed his marriage, he poured all his energy into raising his young son and running his auto garage. There’s no room in his life for anything else until Megan McKenna walks into his shop. He finds it impossible to resist the sexy school teacher.
After
an ugly divorce, Megan lost her home, her job, and a big chunk of her
self-respect. With her posh lifestyle now a memory, she starts over by
indulging in an unexpected fling with a hard-bodied mechanic.
What
begins as something casual turns into something meaningful. But how can
their relationship survive when it’s built on half-truths?
James
and Megan soon discover that being honest with themselves is just as important
as being honest with each other. Only then will their relationship fire on all
cylinders.
DON'T MISS ANY OF THE
MCKENNA SERIES
Megan
handed her overused credit card to the woman. Spending money on her shitty car
was like spending money on dental work. She’d pretty much rather spend it on
anything else.
As
Janie ran the card, Megan glanced through the large windows that separated the
office from the garage. Her breath caught when she spotted James talking with
two other guys. She hoped she didn’t sigh out loud so his office manager could
hear her, but she almost melted into the counter she was leaning against. He
looked just as gorgeous as she remembered.
He
was holding a grimy black piece of metal and pointing to something attached to
it. It must have been heavy because his bicep bulged, and she could see the
thick cords of muscles strain in his forearm. The two guys he was talking to
were nodding in agreement with whatever he was saying. She stopped herself from
nodding too.
Boy,
did she have it bad for James Foley.
“Alrighty,”
Janie said, bringing Megan’s attention back to the present. “Just your John
Hancock on this work form and on this receipt please.”
Megan
scribbled her signature where Janie indicated and returned her credit card to
her wallet. “Anything else you need from me?”
Janie
shook her head and handed over the car keys. “Nope, you’re all set. I think
James brought your car around front.” The woman looked beyond Megan and pointed
out the door. “Yep, she’s right there.”
“You
refer to cars as girls too, I see,” Megan joked.
“Yeah,
these guys rub off on me. Some of them even name their cars.”
Janie’s
smirk made Megan laugh. She was just about ready to ask Janie to let James know
that she needed a word with him when the man himself walked into the front
office.
“Hey,”
he said, his smooth voice rumbling as he finished wiping his hands with a rag.
He
sounded slightly rushed, like he’d run over to catch her before she left. Maybe
he was just as anxious to see her as she was to see him.
“Hi,”
Megan replied.
She
was glad to hear her voice didn’t shake like the rest of her. Not more than
five days ago, she’d added this man to her very
short list of sexual partners, and being in the same room as him now was
causing all sorts of abnormalities in her body. Primarily, weak knees and a
racing heart rate.
“I’m
glad I caught you,” he said. “Do you have a minute for me to show you something
on your car?”
“Yeah,
sure.”
She
hoped this was just a ploy for the two of them to have some privacy. He pushed
open the door and ushered her through.
As
they walked side by side to her car, he asked, “How have you been?”
“Good.”
She
looked over at him, hoping to catch that sparkle in his eye that warmed her
from the inside out. But instead of making eye contact, he just nodded and
looked straight ahead.
When
they reached her car, he rounded to the opposite side and bent down next to her
front right tire. “See this?” he asked, pointing to her tire.
She
shuffled closer and bent forward, thinking he wanted to get out of view of his
gawking co-workers. She watched his face, which lacked any sort of readable
emotion.
“Yes.”
He
looked up at her and frowned. “Megan, you’re not looking. Look here.”
Her
eyes moved to where his finger was pointing. He actually wanted her to look at
her tire. Dear Lord. Suddenly embarrassed, she bit her lip and nodded.
“The
tread on these tires is worn down to the point where they’re not safe for
winter conditions. You’ll slip and slide all over the street with even a trace
of ice or snow.”
Bristling
with embarrassment, she stood up. “It seems like every time I come here you’re telling
me something else is wrong with my car.”
He
rose from his crouch and turned toward her, crossing his arms over his chest.
“That’s because there is always
something wrong with your car.”
James’s
tone was one she recognized easily. It was the same tone she used every day in
her classroom when she was talking to a student who wasn’t paying attention.
Her earlier embarrassment quickly turned to irritation.
Her
car was becoming—had become—a money pit. It wasn’t worth all these repairs she
was making. She needed to get from her apartment to school. That’s it. She’d
only bought a car because it would be more convenient in winter. Maybe she
should rethink taking the bus.
On
top of that, it was pricking her pride that James was acting like they hadn’t fucked each other five days ago. His
words, not hers. Megan didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but it sure as
hell wasn’t a matter-of-fact conversation about the tread on her tires.
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Jamie
Hollins was born and raised in rural Northeast
Ohio. After graduate school, she embarked on a perilous career in Human
Resources where she met plenty of real life characters. When she’s not
writing or chasing after her toddler, she enjoys reading and golfing. Jamie
lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, and their dog, Winston.
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