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  Desire After Dark

  Gansett Island Series, Book 15

  Marie Force

  Contents

  Copyright

  Author’s Note

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  By: Marie Force

  Published by HTJB, Inc.

  Copyright 2016. HTJB, Inc.

  Cover Design: Courtney Lopes

  E-book Layout by Holly Sullivan

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  ISBN: 978-1942295501

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  The Gansett Island Series

  Gansett Island Boxed Set, Books 1-3

  Gansett Island Boxed Set, Books 4-6

  Gansett Island Boxed Set, Books 7-9

  Book 1: Maid for Love

  Book 2: Fool for Love

  Book 3: Ready for Love

  Book 4: Falling for Love

  Book 5: Hoping for Love

  Book 6: Season for Love

  Book 7: Longing for Love

  Book 8: Waiting for Love

  Book 9: Time for Love

  Book 10: Meant for Love

  Book 10.5: Chance for Love A Gansett Island Novella

  Book 11: Gansett After Dark

  Book 12: Kisses After Dark

  Book 13: Love After Dark

  Book 14: Celebration After Dark

  Book 15: Desire After Dark

  View the McCarthy Family Tree here.

  View the list of Who’s Who on Gansett Island here.

  Author’s Note

  Sometimes we have to go back to go forward, and that is the case with Desire After Dark, which picks up the Gansett Island timeline the day after Big Mac and Linda’s anniversary party in Celebration After Dark. In that book, Slim Jackson came home to Gansett for his friends’ party—and to pick up where he left off the previous autumn with Erin Barton, the island’s new lighthouse keeper.

  Desire After Dark covers the weeks between the anniversary party and Evan and Grace’s destination wedding. You’ll see a few things that were mentioned in Celebration from differing points of view. The next book, Light After Dark, featuring Big Mac’s daughter, Mallory Vaughn, will jump forward to the spring and the long-awaited arrival of the Lawry twins, among other exciting events on Gansett Island.

  I know I say this same thing every time, but I can’t believe we’re at book 15 with Gansett and still going strong, with no end in sight. I’ve got lots of ideas for upcoming books, and I thank my faithful readers for continuing to support the Gansett Island Series five years after Maid for Love debuted.

  When you’re finished reading Desire After Dark, join the Reader Group where you’ll be eligible for release week giveaways and other fun things! Remember that spoilers are allowed and encouraged in the reader group, so don’t join until after you read. At the end of the book, read about other release week giveaways, including a weekend for two at my Beachcomber Cottage in Rhode Island, which includes airfare, rental car, dinner with me and my local team and a welcome basket with signed books and swag. This is available ONLY during release week, May 23-28, so read and enter before the deadline!

  Thank you, as always, to my amazing behind-the-scenes team, led by my majordomo, Chief Operating Officer Julie Cupp, CMP, along with Lisa Cafferty, CPA, Holly Sullivan, Isabel Sullivan, Nikki Colquhoun, Cheryl Serra, Ashley Lopez and Courtney Lopes. I couldn’t do what I do without their support and hard work, as well as that of my husband, Dan, who runs the home front while I write. Thank you to my fantastic editorial team of Linda Ingmanson and Joyce Lamb as well as my beta readers Anne Woodall, Kara Conrad, Ronlyn Howe and Holly Sullivan. Big thanks to Sarah Spate Morrison, family nurse practitioner, for keeping me straight on medical details and for not telling her mom that she gets to read the books early.

  Most of all, thank you to my extraordinarily supportive readers, who make everything possible. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know.

  xoxo

  Marie

  Chapter 1

  On the morning after Slim Jackson came home to Gansett Island, Erin Barton awoke to the scents of his cologne and starch on the dress shirt he’d worn to the McCarthys’ anniversary party. At some point, he’d discarded the suit coat he’d been wearing when he arrived.

  She didn’t remember falling asleep with him on the sofa, or how they’d ended up snuggled together under a blanket. His chest made for a comfortable pillow, and his arms around her had kept her from tumbling off the sofa during the night. The last thing she recalled was kissing him—soft, flirty kisses that hadn’t gone much beyond lips stroking lips, with the promise of more to come.

  The thought of that promise had her skin tingling with awareness of the man sleeping next to her. After they’d connected last fall, he’d left the island to work in Florida during the off-season. She’d been counting the days until she could see him again, which wasn’t something she did very often. In fact, she couldn’t recall the last time she’d looked forward to seeing any man.

  Before he arrived last night, she’d tried to prepare herself for disappointment. Maybe the connection they’d forged months ago in person and maintained through texts and phone calls and FaceTime chats would’ve waned in the many weeks they’d spent apart. But it took only a few minutes in his magnetic presence to know the opposite was true.

  Their connection was alive and well, and they had twelve days together to explore where it might lead. Though she’d enjoyed their many entertaining conversations over the last few months, Erin didn’t know where she wanted their “flirtation” to lead. She hadn’t been seriously involved with a man in years and wasn’t sure she had what it took to be in a relationship anymore—or if she even
wanted a serious entanglement at this point in her life.

  The last man she’d been serious about had been during law school, before she lost her twin brother in the 9/11 attacks on New York City, and her carefully crafted life fell apart in the aftermath of unimaginable loss. By the time she came up for air, the man she’d once planned to marry was long gone, not that she could blame him. The poor guy had tried, Lord knows he’d tried, but there had been no consoling her.

  Thinking about those dark days was never a good idea, especially today when she had something far more positive to focus on. She moved carefully to disentangle herself from Slim’s embrace, hoping he would sleep awhile longer. He’d been tired last night from the long day in the air, flying from Florida to Rhode Island for the McCarthys’ party—and to see her.

  Erin went upstairs to make herself presentable. She also couldn’t recall the last time she’d spent the night with a man. It had been a while, long before she moved to Gansett Island hoping to jumpstart her stalled life.

  If the first few months on Gansett were any indication, the move had been a good one. Thanks to her close friend, the former lighthouse keeper, Jenny Wilks—now Jenny Martinez—Erin had been introduced to an amazing group of new friends. And she’d met Tobias Fitzgerald “Slim” Jackson Junior, the sweet, sexy pilot who’d come to her rescue after she sprained her ankle on a dark island road last September.

  Thinking about that night made her feel giddy and breathless, which was silly, really. At thirty-eight, she was far too old for such foolishness. Regardless, he’d charmed his way into her life that night. He’d been dropping in regularly ever since, mostly via phone, text and FaceTime, until last night when he showed up in person, sparking more of that giddiness that seemed to happen any time he was around.

  He’d met her parents at Jenny’s wedding in October, and they’d immediately adored him and tuned in to the crackling attraction between them. That had been a great night, capped off by a magical good-night kiss when he brought her home. But then he’d left the island for three months to work in Florida, and Erin had been surprised by how much she’d missed him.

  He’d been a terrible flirt from that first night. Thinking about what he’d said to her the second night could still make her shiver all these months later. After she’d agreed to have dinner with him—once she was off the crutches—he’d stated his intentions rather boldly.

  “I’m also persistent. If you’re going to make me wait until the crutches are gone, I guess I’ll have to come by to visit every day and make a pest of myself so you don’t forget about me.”

  “You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

  “Baby, that’s the very least of what I want to do with you.”

  Thinking about that now made her smile. In addition to his sexy good looks, she loved how easygoing he was, how funny and confident. She loved calling him out when he got too cocky, and he made her laugh—a lot.

  The thing she found most attractive about him, however, was his kindness, especially during the days leading up to Jenny’s wedding. He’d understood how difficult it was for Erin to see her beloved brother’s fiancée marry another man, even though she was thrilled for Jenny and Alex. Slim had provided the kind of support she would’ve expected from a longtime friend rather than a new one, and he’d helped to get her through what might’ve been a crisis otherwise. No matter what else happened between them, she’d always be thankful to him for that.

  She took her hair out of the messy bun it had been in last night and brushed it until it fell in soft waves past her shoulders. After brushing her teeth and putting on a bra under her T-shirt, Erin crept down the stairs, taking a subtle glance at the handsome man still sleeping on her sofa, before continuing on to the kitchen to make coffee. While she waited for the coffee to percolate, she gazed at the collage of family pictures on the fridge, zeroing in on Toby’s smiling face. He’d be gone fifteen years later this year, but to her it might’ve been fifteen minutes. She missed him desperately, even after all this time.

  It had taken a while, a couple of years, actually, for her to realize she would simply never get over losing him. So she’d stopped trying, which had freed up the emotional energy she’d spent railing at the circumstances under which he died. She smiled back at him now, thankful for the photos, the memories, the reminders that he’d once existed and had been closer to her than anyone, other than Jenny, of course.

  Though the photos were displayed in a tidy arrangement, Erin straightened them as she did every morning, in a pattern of left to right. Left side first. Always. Keeping up that ritual and many others was the only way to prevent further catastrophe, or so she told herself. Her obsessive routine was interrupted when an arm slid around her from behind and whiskers scraped against her neck.

  “Morning.”

  A shiver of sensation traveled down her backbone. “Morning.”

  “You forgot to kick me out last night.”

  “So I did. You were tired after flying all day. I didn’t have the heart to kick you out.”

  “That’s awfully nice of you to say since you haven’t even let me buy you dinner yet.”

  Erin gave his belly a playful poke with her elbow. “I’m beginning to think this dinner date is never going to happen.”

  “Oh, it’s happening. Tonight, in fact.”

  “I have plans tonight.” She poured two cups of coffee. “How do you like it?”

  “Black is good.”

  With his hands on her hips, he turned her to face him. “What are these plans of which you speak?”

  She handed him the mug and looked up at him, dazzled by his gorgeous face, the warm brown eyes, the sleep-ruffled hair, the scruff on his jaw and the lips that had kissed her so tenderly the night before. “Alex and Jenny are having everyone over.”

  “Then we’ll do dinner tomorrow night, yes?”

  “Sure, but I’ll believe it when I see it.” Erin loved to goad him, something she’d never felt comfortable doing with other men. But Slim was nothing if not comfortable to be around.

  His eyes lit up with amusement as he took a drink of coffee. “I believe you’re underestimating me.”

  “Would I do that?”

  “Yes, I believe you would. But that’s okay. I do my best work when the expectations are low.” He wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger. “Your hair has gotten long since the fall.”

  “I decided to grow it out. You’ve seen that on FaceTime.”

  Shaking his head, he said, “You always have it up.” He ran his fingers through the long strands. “I like it.”

  “Thanks,” she said, unnerved by the intense way he looked at her.

  “I need to head over to my place and see about getting the water turned on and firing up Big Bertha, the temperamental furnace that takes three hours to warm up.”

  “Oh, well… Um, you could stay here if it’s easier than opening up your place.” The words were out of her mouth before she could take the time to consider what she was offering.

  A raised brow was his only immediate response. While she held her breath, waiting to hear what he would say, he took another sip of coffee.

  “Unless you’d rather—”

  He laid his index finger over her lips. “I’d rather be wherever you are, but I don’t want to impose.”

  “It’s no imposition. I have hot water and heat and everything you’d need.”

  “You left out one very important feature of your lovely offer.”

  “What?” she asked, genuinely confused.

  He touched his lips to hers. “You’re here, and since you’re offering twelve days of all Erin, all the time, I gratefully accept your kind offer.”

  “Do I need to spell out what I’m offering and what I’m not offering?”

  Smiling down at her, he said, “No need. We’ll go with the flow and see what transpires.”

  Erin laid her hand on his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart. “It’s been a long time since I’ve
done anything like this.”

  Covering her hand with his, he quirked that sexy eyebrow again. “Like what?”

  “This. You, me, us. Hours on the phone, looking forward to seeing someone, dating.”

  “You make that sound like a dirty word.”

  “It has been for me.”

  “Well, you haven’t had the supreme pleasure of dating Tobias Fitzgerald Jackson Junior. He’s in a whole other league from all other men you’ve had the misfortune of knowing.”

  Erin rolled her eyes. “And he speaks of himself in the third person, because that’s so attractive.”

  A rakish grin lit up his face. “You know it, baby.” He put his coffee cup on the counter. “I’m going to grab my bag out of the car and then borrow your shower, if you don’t mind.”

  “A daily shower is part of the lighthouse bed-and-breakfast package.”

  “Oh yum, what’s for breakfast?”

  Erin groaned. “Aw, jeez, I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

  “You don’t have to cook,” he said, chuckling at her comment. “I could take you out somewhere.”

  “No need. I have stuff here. I’ll scrounge up something edible.”

  “You sure about this, sweetheart? If you’re having second thoughts about your spontaneous offer, I can get out of your hair for now and come back later. Totally up to you.”

  Erin loved that he called her sweetheart and appreciated that he’d given her an out, but she didn’t want out. She wanted him to stay. She wanted to spend every minute of the next twelve days with him, not waiting for him to come back. That didn’t mean she wasn’t scared senseless of how attached to him she might be when it came time for him to leave again.

  “I’m not having second thoughts about you staying,” she said.

  “Then what?” He touched the furrow between her brows that she hadn’t realized was there.

  “I’m concerned about what happens when the twelve days are up.”