Wednesday, June 26, 2013

SPOTLIGHT: Maid for Love by Marie Force

Maddie Chester is determined to leave her hometown of Gansett Island, a place that has brought her only bad memories and ugly rumors. Then she’s knocked off her bike on the way to her housekeeping job at McCarthy’s Resort Hotel by Gansett’s “favorite son,” Mac McCarthy. He’s back in town to help his father with preparations to sell the family resort and has no intention of staying long. When Mac accidentally sends Maddie flying over the handlebars, badly injuring her, he moves in to nurse her back to health and help care for her young son. He soon realizes his plans for a hit-and-run visit to the island are in serious jeopardy, and he just may be “maid” for love.

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 Mac's stomach clutched with nerves when he realized that Janey really was his only other option. His father would do it for him, but he couldn’t ask him. Even at almost thirty-five, he just couldn’t. Swallowing hard, Mac flipped open the phone and called his sister.

“Hey, brat, what’re you doing?” Mac considered telling her about their mother’s visit that morning but decided against it. He wanted to forget the whole unfortunate encounter.

“Heading into work, why?”

“I need another favor.”

“You want to go out again tonight?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then what?”

“I need you to, um, well. . . If you could go to Gold’s,” Mac said, referring to the island drug store, “and just, you know. . .”

What, Mac? Spit it out, will ya?”

“I need you to buy condoms for me. A lot of them.”

Dead silence.


“You gotta be kidding me.”

“I can’t do it! It’ll be all over the island in ten minutes, and Maddie can’t deal with that.”

“Get Joe to do it.”

“He’s off-island until tomorrow.”

“So abstain for one night!”

“Janey, please. I’m desperate here.”

“You can’t ask me to do this. It’s too embarrassing.”

“How do you think I feel about asking my baby sister to do this for me?” He let out what he knew was a pathetic wail. “Janey. . . I need you.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t you dare play the need card.”

Pretty please.”

She let out a swear that shocked him to his core. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “But you’ll owe me forever, do you hear me? There’s no statute of limitations on what you’ll owe me.”

“I understand.”

“I don’t think you do. For the rest of your natural life, anytime I say, ‘Jump’, you say, ‘How high, Janey? How high can I jump for you?’ Anytime I snap my fingers, you come running. Any. Time. Am I clear?”


“I’ll need at least a hundred dollars.”

“What the hell for?”

“Buffer items, you buffoon. I can’t just go in there and buy a gross of condoms and walk out.”

“So you’re going to soak me for a year’s supply of nail polish and tampons?”

“That’s the very least of what you owe me.”

“Fine. I’ll bring it to the vet clinic.”

“Pay me later. I can’t look at you right now. Meet me at noon behind the Beachcomber, and do not look at me. Just take the bag, give me the money and walk away.”

“I love you, Janey. Have I mentioned that lately?”

“Screw you.”

Holding back a laugh, he said, “Get the extra large ones, okay?”

“I hate you.”

Janey was waiting for him when he arrived at the back steps to the Beachcomber.

As Mac approached, her eyes narrowed. Uh oh.

She swung the bag and smacked him right upside the head.

“Hey! That hurt!”

“Mrs. Gold herself was working the register. You know what she said to me?” Without taking a breath, Janey launched into Mrs. Gold’s nasally New York accent. “‘My oh my, Janey, Doctor David must be coming for a goodlong visit this weekend.’”

Mac knew it wasn’t a good idea, but he laughed anyway.

She pelted him again with the bag. “It’s not funny! I have to live in this town!”

He attempted to wipe the smile off his face and withdrew a wad of twenties from his pocket.

Janey snatched the money and thrust the bag at him. “It’s going to take years of therapy to recover from this.”

“You’re the best, Janey.” Mac gave her a noisy smooch on the cheek.

She pushed him away. “I hate you more than anything.”

He poked her ribs. “Do not.”

“I’m off to get a brain scrub to erase this unsavory incident from my memory.”

“Come by Maddie’s this weekend. Let’s hang out.”

“No way I’m coming near the two of you until the supply is exhausted.”

Mac grinned. “We’ll be giving thanks to Janey McCarthy every time.”

Hands over ears, she shrieked and stalked off.

Mac laughed all the way home.

Marie Force is the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling, award-winning author of more than 25 contemporary romances, including The McCarthys of Gansett Island Series, the Fatal Series, the Treading Water Series and numerous stand-alone books. Her new series, Green Mountain Series, is coming in in 2014. 

While her husband was in the Navy, Marie lived in Spain, Maryland and Florida, and she is now settled in her home state of Rhode Island. She is the mother of two teenagers and two feisty dogs, Brandy and Louie. 

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Maid for You is the first book in The McCarthys of Gansett Island series by Marie Force. And after reading book 1, I am hooked on this sweet series.

This is a heartwarming story that will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy. Maddie Chester is the perfect heroine along with the swoon worthy Mac McCarthy. 

Maddie has had a tough life. Although she grew up in a family of prominence, with her father leaving and her mother ending up in jail, she doesn't have the best reputation. Especially from lies spread about her in high school. So when she runs into Mac (literally) and he shows interest in her, she is a a little suspicious of his intentions. Plus she has a son, Thomas, that she needs to take care of too.

I loved how Mac knew that starting a relationship with Maddie, also meant a relationship with Thomas. Mac is the perfect knight in shining armor and Maddie the perfect princess.

This book will leave you smiling and wanting more. I can't wait to read the rest of this series.

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