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Third Time’s The Charm (The Downey Trilogy  #3)

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Title:  Third Times The Charm (The Downey Trilogy #3)

Author:  Genevieve Dewey

Age Group:  Adult

Genre:  Contemporary Fiction

Publication Date:  October 31, 2013

Event Organized by:  Literati Author Services, Inc.



Once to Begin, Twice to Bind, and Third Time’s  The Charm…    Of all the things Mickey Downey has accomplished in his life, successfully  quitting his vices is the one thing he hasn’t been able to master. For  the first time Mickey is free to have both Mary and Tommy in his life  but yet he’s never been closer to being pulled back into the criminal  world. While Tommy, Ginny and James work overtime to expose a nefarious  plot threatening all of them, Kiki and Maeve Downey are hatching their  own plots to make Mickey’s dreams come true. With shenanigans afoot  in every aspect of Mickey’s life, he may be forced to pick up the  weapons he promised Mary he would leave behind in order to protect his  children. Can Mary finally accept he might never truly be free of it  or will Mickey’s enemies once again succeed in tearing them apart?

Strap yourselves in for the rollercoaster conclusion to The Downey Trilogy!

First, I Love You . Second of All . Third Time’s The Charm


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Author PictureAbout the Author:  Genevieve Dewey is the author of The Downey  Trilogy (First, I Love You, Second of All & Third Time’s The Charm)  and the short stories Bird Day Battalion & V-Day Aversion. She is  a wife, mother, sister, friend and Anthropologist. She was raised mostly  in Nebraska, partly in Arizona. She has a Master’s in Anthropology  and worked as an Applied Anthropologist for years (even ran her own  research company for a while) before deciding to be a stay at home mom.  She loves passionate (rational) debates, reading, and libraries… oh,  and Chicago and high-heels and chocolate and target practice and gangster  flicks and anything with the FBI in it and run-on sentences. She lives  in Nebraska with her three brilliantly diabolical children and one incredibly  funny husband.


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 Third Time’s The Charm (The Downey Trilogy  #3)



Mary lifted her head and stared dully at his body lounging against  the door frame, hands in his pockets, as usual. She was so permeated  with emotion and memories and her eyes stung with that dry wetness of  too many tears, she couldn’t bother to feel shame at being caught. She said the first thing on her  mind.

“You—you  never sent them,” Mary stopped and swallowed. “How come you never  mailed them to me?”

Michael  came and sat on the bed next to her. When the mattress dipped to accommodate  him, her hip tilted into his and she put a hand out onto his thigh to  brace herself. His left hand reached out and covered hers, tracing the  faint wrinkles on her knuckles. His other hand reached across and gently  took the box from her lap.

“I  didn’t know where you were. But even if I had, I wouldn’t have.  I couldn’t. They were never meant for you to see. I thought by writing  them I could somehow exorcise you from my heart, get the memories out  of my head.”

“But…  After you found us and you started writing Tommy…”

“It  was easier with him. There was no resentment and pain with the guilt,  just love. We’re family. It was my duty as his father to make sure  he knew his siblings at the very least. When I wrote to him it felt  like a gift. With you…” his voice trailed off and she could tell  by the tightness in his tone he was battling his emotions. “I knew  after I saw you again, there would never be a day when I didn’t love  you. And I no longer wanted to cut you out of my heart.”

She  turned her head and looked into his eyes. They were bloodshot but otherwise  dry.

“Oh,  Michael,” Mary’s voice broke and his face blurred again from her  tears. She wiped them impatiently. She moved her body so she could face  him more directly. “Don’t you know how much I would have given to  have known even half of this?”

His  lips tightened and his gaze dropped to their hands.

“I  thought you did know, Mary. I tried the best I could to show you what  you meant to me. Words are cheap. I spent my days lyin’ to people.  You know I’m damn good at it. I thought, with you, the words weren’t  as important as showing you. When we were together in Brooklyn, you  had all of me. All of the real me. The rest of the world had the  smoke and mirrors.”

She  reached up her hand and laid it flat against his chest. His heart was  racing. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips. She scooted  closer and laid her head against his neck. She could feel the sinews  of his muscles and bones and his breathing seemed labored.

“Spend  the night with me. We’ve wasted so much time. You said you came for  me. I’m tired of this dance, so tired,” Michael stopped. She lifted  her head and watched him grit his teeth before he continued. “I’m  done with it. Done with being a gentleman. We can go on as many dates  as you like, but I’m not going to be under the same roof with you  and not have you in my bed.”

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