Houston, Texas, 1965
Margie Dunsford relishes her role as the leader of the astronaut wives. With her children away and her guests canceling, she faces a terrifying prospect: an entire Thanksgiving weekend alone with her husband.
Mitch knows the fire has gone out in his marriage, but he fears if he attempts to reignite it, Margie will freeze him out forever. Now he’s determined to use the distraction-free weekend to win her back.
Twenty years of resentments can’t be erased in a few fevered days, and Margie and Mitch will have to learn how to speak with their hearts instead of their hurts if they are going to save their marriage.
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- How long is A Midnight Feast? 44K, so long novella length.
- What’s the heat level for A Midnight Feast? Hot but not erotic.
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- Is there infidelity in this book? If you’ve read Star Dust, you know that Mitch likes to brag about being a ladies’ man. We explore what’s true, or not, about those stories in A Midnight Feast. If you want more details before deciding if the book is for you, send me an email, and I’ll spoil that plot point for you.
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With the Antares astronauts coming up and everything poisoned by his screw ups, there were no more excuses. He had to chomp down on this bullet, or else he was going to lose his wife forever.
She stooped to pick up the napkin, the one that hadn’t done quite what she’d wanted, but as she straightened, he took a step toward her and set his hands on her waist. The jolt of it was immediate, like when an engine turned over for the first time after a rebuild.
Christ, how long had it been since he’d touched her?
She’d bought separate beds a few years back and even he wasn’t dumb enough to miss that hint. From then on, he’d kept his hands to himself.
Sure, there’d probably been small, almost accidental brushes since. There were eight of them in the house, after all. You could hardly avoid bumping into each other in the kitchen sometimes.
But this? Deliberate and with the house empty?
Well, the circuit completed and the energy between them glowed.
Margie gasped and looked at his hands—and she didn’t step away. His hold was loose. She could break it in an instant. And she didn’t.
So he tugged, gently. She didn’t budge. She only watched him. How far could he take this before she shut him down? If he was taking the risk, it might as well be for something worthwhile, and Margie was worth everything.
He pulled again. Her mouth was set in a hard line, but at last, she stepped toward him.
Mitch’s heart was slamming into his ribs, but he kept his breathing level and his voice cool. “I want to look from here.”
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