Excerpt from contemporary romance The Truth about Lilly by Christy McKee

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McKee began her career in TV news and eventually found her way into advertising
and finally fiction. She believes a good story should be about characters who
win your heart, sometimes move you to tears and occasionally make you laugh. As
a reader, Christy hopes you’ll be swept into her characters’ lives enjoy
getting to know them, experience the challenges they endure and be with them
when they come out on the other side.
A little
bit about The Truth about Lilly:
Lilly Talbot never imagined she would be starting her life over
again. Losing her good name for something she didn’t do has driven her to move
into an old lake house she inherited in Vermont. Upon arrival, she is shocked.
Half the roof is about to slide into Lake Champlain. Even more upsetting, the
man who can fix it will only agree if she trades him room and board for his
labor. What will the good people of Haley think of her sharing a house with the
handsome bachelor?
A man with a past…
Connor “Mac” McQueen, once one of the infamous Whiz Kids of Wall
Street, spent three years in prison for insider trading. Only one thing
sustained him during his time inside, the thought of owning Point Cottage, a
home he’d fallen in love with years ago. He plans to turn the house into a
stunning showcase for his eco-friendly home construction business.
Secrets and lies…
Now someone’s trying to drive Lilly from her home. Is it someone
from her past? Mac has secrets of his own– that could ruin lives if revealed.
But if Lilly and Mac are to have a future together they must first delve into
the past for answers and accept some difficult truths about each other. Only
then, will they know if true love is in their hearts.
excerpt from The Truth about Lilly:
His blue eyes twinkled with
orneriness as they met hers over the top of his coffee mug. “Nice of you
to concern yourself with my comfort.” He rolled one of his thick, muscular
shoulders. “Might just take you up on it. That bed is a little tight, not
much room for a man to maneuver.” 
“Ok then.” She blew into
her mug and took her first sip of coffee, trying to get the picture of Mac
maneuvering in his bed out of her head. “I’m going to be up in my studio.
We’re having your fried chicken and biscuits for dinner tonight.”
 “Hmm. I’m going to look forward to that
all day.” His voice had a rough morning rasp to it that stirred her up a
bit. After too many dinners and nights alone, her life could surely use a
little stirring up. 
The doorbell rang. Lilly found Brady
on the front step. “Morning. Want to come in for some coffee?”
“No, thanks, ma’am. Just need
to talk to the boss.” He seemed more fidgety than she remembered.
“Well, come in then.”
“No. Just tell Mac to come out.
I’m all dirty.”
Odd. He looked perfectly clean and
tidy in a fresh t-shirt and jeans.
“Mac.” Lilly walked back
into the kitchen. “Brady wants to talk to you. He won’t come inside. Says
he’s too dirty.”
Mac frowned and walked out onto the
porch, closing the door behind him. After a few minutes passed, he came back
into the kitchen. “Got to get started.” He didn’t look at her.
“You’re going to be inside, upstairs most of the day?”
“Not planning to drive any place
this morning?”
“No,” she answered.
“Is my car in the way or something? Do you want me to move it?”
“No, it’s fine.” Mac was
distracted. “Just leave your keys on the island in case one of the guys
needs to move it. Ok? Wouldn’t want any of the debris coming off the roof to
scratch it.”
“Sure.” She went over to
the small kitchen desk and fished her keys out of her purse. The old Volvo
station wagon, used by their gardener, Cesar, for the past twelve years,
already had its share of dings and scratches. She doubted the addition of a few
more would be noticed.
With her mug and a small orange,
Lilly headed up the stairs to her studio. 
Knowing the pounding and tearing off would start soon, she put her ear
buds on the table, ready to drown out the noise as soon as it began. She tacked
three photos of Granny Macabean to the large easel. Sitting on the squeaky
metal chair, recycled from the dank basement, she opened her sketchbook to a
fresh page. As she worked, the dear old face she’d loved for so many years
flowed effortlessly onto the paper.
A half hour later, she realized the
house was still strangely quiet. Why weren’t the men up on the roof? Did
something happen? Dropping her pad to the table, she went downstairs. Where was
everyone? She walked barefoot through the living room, through the wide screen
porch and out the back door. As she rounded on the stone path, she heard the
sound of male voices from the side of the house.
All four men were kneeling beside
her car, scrubbing it. What the hell were they doing? “Mac?” She
headed down the walkway. “What’s this?” Then she saw it. Southern
bitch go home painted in hot pink across the hood. She stumbled and almost
fell. Talbot whore get out of town, was written along one side.
Icy cold enveloped her, and a
freezing tingle shot up the nape of her neck. No. No. No.  This couldn’t be happening here—it couldn’t.
She was brand new in town. No one knew anything about her.  Her knees wobbled and there was nothing close
at hand for her to grab onto for support. Dizziness swamped her. Mac was
speaking, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. 
 Get it together, Lilly. Don’t humiliate
yourself in front of these men. With supreme effort, Lilly twisted around and
fled back up the walk and up the porch steps into the house.  Weak with relief to be alone, she made it
into the kitchen where she bent over the sink, turned on the spigot and
splashed cool water on her face. When a big warm hand touched her shoulder, she
almost jumped out of her skin.
“Whoa there,” Mac’s deep
voice rumbled. “We’ll get that stuff cleaned off. It’ll be good as
new.” He turned her to face him and snagged a dishtowel off the counter.
One big hand gently blotted her tears while the other held her shoulder,
keeping her close. “Just some damn teenagers with too much time on their
“They knew my name, Mac.”
Her voice was shrill. “I’ve been here all of three days and already I’ve
made an enemy.” Her knees finally gave out and she slid to the wood floor.
Mac hunkered down beside her.
“You’re spooked, I get that. But enemy? I think maybe you’re over reacting
a little.”
Was he crazy? She blinked rapidly,
trying to focus on him. “Are you kidding? These teenagers knew my name.
Hell, they even spelled it correctly.” She was trying her best to churn up
a good head of anger. Anything was better than being sucked under by her fear
of being outed and humiliated. 
Mac hunkered down in front of her
and gently took her elbows in his big hands and pulled her to her feet.
“I’ll give the sheriff a call. He might have an idea about some possible
suspects—maybe some teenagers. Could be your car wasn’t the only one hit.”
“No, no police.” She was
adamant. “Promise me you won’t call them.”
“Lilly, they should know.”
He looked down at her, obviously baffled by her reluctance to involve the
“Absolutely not. Please ask
your men not to mention it to anyone. Please, Mac?”
He stared at her in silence like he
was waiting for her to come to her senses. “All right, no police. If
you’re sure that’s what you want.”
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10 thoughts on “Excerpt from contemporary romance The Truth about Lilly by Christy McKee

  1. Christy McKee says:


    Thank you for having me as your guest today. I would love to know what character traits your readers like in their heroes and what one trait would be a total turn off.

  2. Anonymous says:

    I like loyalty, intelligence, and humor, but don't like arrogant types who pretend to know more than they do!


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