Wow. Okay so you guys liked the tease I put up last time. Gonna have to dust that wip off and finish it sometime soon. 🙂

This week I’m offering a tease from my next Party Games book, Spin The Bottle. It’ll be out later in the year but for now, enjoy.


“Friends? You call those people downstairs friends?” Mac couldn’t believe she thought of that shallow bunch of celebrities as friends. “I hate to break it to you Lillian but your group of so called friends is here for one reason and one reason only.”

“Oh, and what might that be, Mackenzie?” One finely arched eyebrow rose and she crossed her arms, the skin-tight dress stretching over her breasts.

“What you can give them.” He pushed off the wall and walked towards her. “You don’t think they actually want to spend time with you, do you? They’re here to be seen. To hopefully get their photo in the Sunday paper or even better be photographed with either of the McDermott siblings.”

“That’s a very shallow view of the world I live in, Mac. But then perhaps you have intimate knowledge of the attitude.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he spoke through clenched teeth, if she was implying he was one of those vultures who preyed on others for what they could give him he’d strangle her. Or better yet, turn her over his knee and spank her arse.

“Let’s face it, Mac, you wouldn’t be where you are today without tying yourself to Lachlan like you have all these years.”

“Why you fucking little…” Mac moved before he thought. He grabbed her upper arms and dragged her over to the bed where he sat down and pulled her over his knees.

“Let me go.” She struggled against him but he held firm. “Mac what the hell are you doing?”

“Teaching you a lesson.” He raised his hand and brought it down on her upturned arse.

“Hey!” Lilli stopped squirming.

Mac stared at his hand still resting against her. What the fuck did I just do? He looked at the curve of her hip, the slope of her backside and tried to understand what had happened. His grip loosened and she wiggled off his lap to the floor.

“I’m sorry.” He’d gone back to studying his hand as though the reason for his actions were written on his palm. “I don’t…I didn’t mean…” Mac shook his head. He had no idea what he was trying to say, what he should say other than sorry.

Lilli sat in front of him. She’d bent her knees and rested her chin on top of them. Her beautiful baby-blues looked at him with an understanding that obviously eluded him.

“Will it always be this way, Mac?”

Her question only added to his confusion. “What way?”

“Like a battle ground between us. It seems like we’re always at odds with each other.”

“All’s fair in love and war.” He tried to make a joke but it fell flat even to him.

Lilli laughed, the sound harsh and grating. “There’s never been any love where we’re concerned, only war.”

“Maybe that’s our problem.”

“What is?”

“We’ve been too busy concentrating on the war part.”

Lillian pushed to her feet and looked down at him with pity in her eyes. “I’ve never had that problem, Mackenzie.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She turned away and strode to the door. “You’re an intelligent man, you work it out.”

The lock slid free with a click and Lilli left him sitting on the bed trying to piece together the conversation. Hell the whole last few minutes. He’d never raised a hand to anyone in his life before tonight. The occasional wrestling match with his brother or best mate didn’t count and other than that he’d never been in a fight. Not even in those rough years before his parents won all that money and sent him and Alec to private school.

Mac got up and walked over to the window. The sounds of the party raged on and the yard below seemed fuller than before. He couldn’t think straight with all this noise around him. He’d love nothing more than to jump in his car and go for a drive but he couldn’t even do that. There were at least four cars parked in front of the garage doors. Cars that belong to God knew who. With a sigh, Mac turned away and walked to the door. No point hiding out in his room, he may as well get a beer and find someone he wanted to talk to.

Lilli would be his first choice but she’d be back to avoiding him after what he’d done. Besides, they could both do with some distance. He needed to work out what she’d meant with her parting words. Maybe then he could figure out what the hell was going on other than a serious case of lust. Even now he had a hard-on thinking about her bent over his knee. Would her skin be red from his hand? His cock throbbed and his sac constricted, pulling his balls up. Jesus, what kind of sick fuck was he?


Mac and Lil have proven to be an interesting pair to write. It’s been fun getting to them as I’ve written their story.

Rhian Cahill