The MacKade Brothers: Rafe and Jared

The return of Rafe MacKade. Ten years after disappearing from Antietam, Maryland, the bad boy has returned. Cleaned up and successful now - and still dangerously goodlooking - Rafe MacKade set the town on fire, and tounges wagging. Lovely newcomer Regan Bishop is intrigued - what kind of man could cause this sort of talk? She is just about to find out.

The pride of Jared MacKade. He was a man who stood for something, and never turned his back on a fight. So when Jared MacKade´s work as an attorney brought him up against Savannah Morningstar, her rude behaviour and strong defenses weren´t going to stop him.

The MacKade boys were always looking for trouble, and Rafe MacKade was no exception. Tall, rangy and unruly, Rafe had used his fists in more than one fight - and his lips on more than one woman. Now Rafe MacKade has returned to Antietam foor good. The haunted Barlow place is his to restore and he hires antique dealer Regan Bishop to help furnish the mansion.
Then there is Jared MacKade. Blessed with the MacKade good looks, love should be easy. But here he is divorced and single. Until he meets Savannah Morningstar.

Utdrag ur boken:
He couldn´t even have said why he was fighting. Joe meant less to him than the dust in the street. But it felt good. Even when Joe got passed his guard and connected, it felt good. Fists and blood were the only clear solution. When he felt the satisfying crack of knuckles against bone, he could forget everything else.
Devin winced, then tucked his hands philosophically in his pockets when the blood spurted from his brother´s mouth. "I give it five minutes."
"Hell, Rafe´ll take him down in three." Grinning, Shane watched grunting opponents wrestle to the ground.
"Ten bucks."
"You´re on. Come on, Rafe!" Shane shouted. "Whip his sorry butt!"
It took three minutes, plus thirty nasty seconds with Rafe straddling Joe and methodically pumping a fist into his face. Since Joe´s eyes rolled up white and his armes were limp at his sides, Jared rammed him up against the brick wall of the bar. "He´s finished." he repeated. "Let it go."
The vicious rage drained slowly, fading from Rafe´s eyes, uncurling his fists. Emptying him. "Let go, Jare. I´m not going to hit him again".
Rafe looked to where Joe lay moaning, half-unconscious. Over his battered body, Devin counted out bills for Shane. "I should have factored in how drunk he was," Devin commented. "If he´d been sober, it would have taken Rafe the five."
"Rafe would never waste five full minutes on a punk like that."
Jared shook his head. The arm that was restraining Rafe slipped companionable around Rafe´s shoulders. "Want another beer?"

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