Melting Miss McCool

Book Cover: Melting Miss McCool

Nicknamed ‘McCool’ by her colleagues, Kerry-Lee McKenzie has had her fill of men and bad relationships until she runs across Benjamin Grant, the one man who crawls firmly under her skin and refuses to let go. Ben is determined to find the woman smoldering under the cool, calm exterior and isn’t above using a little unfair carnal persuasion.
Toss in one hormonally charged roommate, add a sexier-than-all-get-out soap opera star and watch the heat rise as McCool begins a melt down!


“Kerry?” she queried softly. “It’s three a.m. What are you still doing up?”

“I kissed him.” Kerry stared at her roommate with that deer-in-the-headlight look. “He was spouting off some crap about me being an ice queen so I kissed him.”

“O…kay,” she said tentatively. Switching on a table lamp, Susan eyed the red head, sitting cross-legged in the corner of the sofa, a pillow clutched to her chest. She sat down beside her friend and took Kerry’s icy fingers between hers, massaging them gently until the warmth returned. “Start from the beginning, and don’t miss one single smutty detail.”

She withdrew her fingers and cradled her head in her hands. “I can’t believe I did that. How am I going to face him at work now?”

“Wait one second,” Sue’s eyebrows drew together in a frown. “You kissed someone from work tonight?”

Kerry nodded woodenly.


Another nod.

“Who dammit?”


Her eyes darted nervously to her friend. “Dr. Webster.”

“Dr. Webster was here? And you kissed him?”

“Uh huh. I kissed him.”

“Holy cow!”

Kerry nodded again and clutched her pillow tighter. “He called me a lesbian and an ice queen. I had to defend myself.”

“So how did this defensive manoeuvre come about? And what was Dr. Webster even doing here in the first place?”

Kerry stood and threw the pillow into the corner of the sofa. With a backward glance, she headed toward the kitchen. “It started out quite innocently. I was in the tub and…”

“He was in the tub with you?”

“No,” Kerry hissed before turning a brilliant shade of red. “Well, sort of.”

She busied herself with her mug and teabag and stared patiently at the kettle. Anything to avoid the knowing look in Susan’s eyes.

When the kettle finally whistled, she fixed a cup of tea and looked sideways. “What?” she demanded.

“He was sort of in the tub with you?” Sue grinned. “Do tell. And don’t forget the details please.”

Kerry sighed. “There are no details. Geez, Susan, not everyone lets their hormones be their guide, y’know.”

“This coming from the woman who is appalled that she laid a big wet one on a doctor she hates?”

“That was self defence,” Kerry pointed out. “The bathtub thing was a whole other story. He wasn’t really here then, Sue. I sorta dreamed about him.”

“Oh this is getting good.” Susan crossed to the living room and hiked up her short skirt to sit cross-legged on the sofa. She patted the sofa beside her and when Kerry joined her, waited expectantly for the rest of the story. “Tell Nurse Susan all about your lustful dreams.”

“It was nothing. At least it was supposed to be nothing. Just my imagination running a little wild.” She sighed. “I don’t know how he came to be in it, but I was dreaming about an episode of Southern Charm. And there he was, the handsome doctor, and there I was, the seduced nurse.”

“Mm hm. Go on.”

“I dozed off and then I woke up to the doorbell ringing. Dr. Studly was on the other side, wanting to explain away his lack of intestinal fortitude.”

“And naturally, his apology came with a lip-lock?”

“No, the lip-lock came after he accused me of being a lesbian.”

Susan snickered and held up a hand. “Okay stop. Why did he accuse you of being a lesbian?”

“He said it was common knowledge that I didn’t date and that the inference of course was that I was a lesbo. That was when I lost it and grabbed him. Next thing I knew, my tongue was in his mouth.”

“You sure showed him.” There was a trace of laughter in Susan’s voice.

A faint sparkle made its way into Kerry’s eyes. “Apparently I did. He looked quite surprised when I closed the door in his face.”

“You didn’t?”

“Yup, I did.”

“That’s my girl.” Susan nodded with a smile. “Always leave ‘em wanting more.”