posted on July 20, 2016 by Michelle McLean

When A Little Help Comes in Handy

by Kira Archer

kiraarcherI’m a big fan of a feisty heroine – you know, a girl who knows her own mind and isn’t afraid to speak it. A girl who can fight her own battles and maybe pitch in to help someone else too. This does not mean, however, that I don’t enjoy having a hero help out now and then. Two heads are better than one, right?

In fact, there are a few instances where a hero is absolutely necessary. Because even the toughest heroine has her Kryptonite. In my case, it would be any situation in which spiders were involved. If it has eight legs, spins silk out its bum, and is faced in my direction, someone else better get there STAT because I’ll be about to lose my cool all over the pavement.

For Gina, the heroine in my book Totally, Sweetly, Irrevocably, it’s rats. Or mice. Or anything rodent-like really. Gina is the kind of girl I always wanted to be. She spunky with choppy, crazy-colored hair, a few gorgeous tattoos and piercings I love but am always too chicken to get. She’s loud, she’s tough, she’s independent…and she’s terrified of those furry little critters that always seem to be running about. It’s about the only time she wants Rick (the mouthwatering cop who insists on crashing her stakeouts) around to lend a hand.

Can’t say that I blame her much.

My top 5 “must have hero” situations would involve anything having to do with spiders, heights, small enclosed spaces, weird noises in the dark, and…math – there is a reason I majored in English instead of algebra 😉

When would you welcome a helpful hero?

Totally, Sweetly, Irrevocably

TotallySweetlyIrrevocably_500Rick moved closer to the rustling bag while Gina stood stock-still, her eyes wide and anxious.

“What is it?” she whispered.

“I think a mouse has decided to help himself to the rest of our cupcakes.”

“What?” she shrieked.

Before he could say another word, she’d jumped up on her chair. Not designed for trampoline practice, the thin plastic promptly shredded. Rick reached out to catch her as one leg went through the plastic and the rest of her went sideways. He caught her before she hit the ground. But apparently their movements landed them a little too close to the occupied bag for her comfort because she took one look down, gasped, and climbed him like a tree.

“What are you doing?” he asked, both laughing and grunting as she twisted around him.

“Get rid of it!”

“What, the bag?” He grabbed her around the waist to keep her from falling ass-first onto the hard roof.

“No! The damn mouse, or rat, or whatever the hell it is!”

The bag rustled again, and she squeezed her legs around his waist and gripped his neck so tight she was dangerously close to strangling him.

“I can’t do anything if you don’t loosen your grip.”

She tore her gaze from the bag o’ death at their feet and looked at him. “Oh. Sorry,” she said, letting up a little.

He took a nice deep breath. “Thank you.”

His eyes met hers, and she seemed to realize the position she’d gotten them into. Her legs and arms wrapped about him. His hands beneath her butt and thighs, holding her up. Their faces only inches apart. All their delicate bits pressed as close as they could get with their clothing still on.

Her cheeks flashed fifty shades of red in the faint light coming from the streetlight below.

“Sorry,” she murmured again. “You, um, can put me down now.”

He tightened his hold on her. “You sure?” he asked, not wanting to let her go. He liked the way she felt molded to his body. The vanilla scent of her hung in the air between them, whetting his appetite for something a little sweeter than the cupcakes in the rat bag. All he had to do was close the distance between them…

Her breathing sped up, her lips parting with a little sigh. Her gaze zeroed in on his lips and there was no hiding from her how he felt about her wrapped around him. For a split second, her legs tightened their hold on his waist, pressing even closer. Her eyes fluttered closed. But then she shook her head and loosened her grip.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she said, pushing away from him. “But…put me on the chair until you get rid of that thing.”

He chuckled and reluctantly deposited her on top of the chair he’d been sitting in. Then he bent and swiftly scooped up the bag, rolling the top down so whatever was inside couldn’t get out.


Totally, Sweetly, Irrevocably
by Kira Archer

Release Date: July 18, 2016

When Officer Rick Boyd answers a call about a peeping Tom, he doesn’t expect to find a gorgeous woman holding the binoculars. But Gina Silvano’s no peeping Tom, and she can catch her cupcake truck’s kinky vandals herself, thank you very much. No sexy cops required.

No matter how hot their stakeouts, by-the-book Officer Boyd can’t see a future with a dangerous, rule-breaking wild-child who despises the law. He’s never felt more alive, though, and expunging her from his heart might be impossible.

But loving each other might cost them more than they are able to give.


Michelle McLean

Michelle McLean

Michelle McLean is a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl who is addicted to chocolate and goldfish crackers and spent most of her formative years with her nose in a book. She has a B.S. in History, a M.A. in English, and loves her romance with a touch of suspenseful mystery. She resides in PA with her husband and two amazing children

One thought on “When A Little Help Comes in Handy”

  1. Tracey says:

    I’m hooked! Adding this to my TBR pile!
    My top 5 would be-opening jars, killing snakes, hanging things on walls, helping to arry groceries in and…keeping me warm at night. Lol

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