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However, when a crisis strikes and the family realizes that they might lose one of their own, they’ll come together to remember the reason for the season is first, and foremost, love and family. With their own heartwarming HEAs, Sarah Robinson’s Kavanagh Legends novels can be read together or separately: BREAKING A LEGENDSAVING A LEGENDBECOMING A LEGENDCHASING A LEGENDKAVANAGH CHRISTMAS“Fans of Lori Foster’s SBC Fighters series will love the MMA atmosphere of [Sarah] Robinson’s Legends.”—Library Journal“This endearing story showcases Keira and Quinn’s easy banter, familiar warmth, and unquenchable heat.” – Publisher’s Weekly Starred Review, on Chasing a Legend“One of my favorite MMA books to date.”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken, on Breaking a Legend“Those Kavanaghs really know how to make a girl swoon.”—New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans“Saving a Legend is a gripping and sexy MMA romance with characters you’ll be rooting for long after you finish reading. Buckle your seatbelts and get ready for one amazing and hot story from Sarah Robinson.”—New York Times bestselling author Ilsa Madden- Mills, on Saving a Legend“Raw, sexy, and romantic, Becoming a Legend is another perfect, steamy read about the heartwarming Kavanaghs.”—Kate Meader, author of the Hot in Chicago series, on Becoming a Legend Get Your Copy Today! Catch up on the Series Today: BREAKING A LEGEND: SAVING A LEGEND: BECOMING A LEGEND: CHASING A LEGEND: Exclusive Excerpt: Prologue. Three Weeks Before Christmas.
Dee Kavanagh“You’re kidding, right?” Dee turned away from the stove to look at her husband of forty years. Not in your health.”Seamus grumbled something under his breath, putting the piece of bacon he’d been about to eat back on the serving plate.
One piece of bacon with breakfast won’t kill me.”“Pfft. You’re mad.” She shook her head, and turned back to stirring the scrambled eggs she was making for her grandkids. Plus, save it for the kids. They’ll be down for breakfast in a minute.”Her oldest son, Rory, was away on a romantic weekend trip with his wife, Clare, leaving their two children, Murphy and Brontë, under the care of Seamus and Dee. Dee was, of course, thrilled. There was nothing she loved more than being a mother, and now a grandmother.
She would spend all day every day with her grandkids if she could, and her heart was filled to overflowing to have so many now. At the reminder, Dee gazed at the photo go her grandchildren in a homemade popsicle- stick frame on her kitchen countertop that Murphy had made for her. The photo inside was silly and sweet—all five grandchildren making funny faces at the camera. Well, four of the five. Shea was in the back looking stoically at the camera, which wasn’t unusual for the teenager with special needs. Shea was Kieran’s wife, Fiona’s, biological sister, and when their mother passed away, Fiona and Kieran had adopted her. Dee didn’t care one bit that they weren’t related by blood. Being loved and part of their family didn’t have a DNA requirement, and that was something she’d raised all her boys to know. Next to Shea in the photo was Rory and Clare’s two children, Murphy and Brontë. Murphy was crossing his eyes and Brontë was sticking her tongue out, laughing.
Gavin was on the floor in front of them, his little arm around Ava’s shoulder as they both made faces at the camera. Gavin was Kieran and Fiona’s son, and the youngest of the entire group. Ava was Jimmy’s girlfriend Sophie’s daughter from a previous relationship, and had been embraced by the family when Sophie and Jimmy began dating. Have you checked your sugar yet?” Dee asked, plating the scrambled eggs and adding a serving spoon before placing it on the kitchen table next to the bacon and biscuits. “Not yet.” Seamus pulled a blood glucose monitor out of a kitchen drawer and began swabbing his finger with an alcohol wipe. He barely looked up at her, his answers always as succinct as possible.
He’d always been brusque, but this was different. His recent diagnosis of diabetes had thrown them a major curveball, and completely changed their lives. It was a struggle, however, because the man loved his carbs and sugar.
Changing sixty years of unhealthy eating habits had caused a lot of friction between them. Wiping her hands off on a towel, Dee approached her husband’s side and watched as he pricked his finger and dabbed a drop of blood onto a testing strip. “See? Healthy as all hell.” He turned the monitor towards her when it displayed his results, which thankfully were in a great range.
You worry too much.”“I know. I can’t help it.” Dee sighed, and glanced toward the hallway to make sure the kids weren’t about to walk in. Returning her gaze to her husband, she placed a hand on his upper arm.
Seamus?”He grunted. Forty years and he couldn’t even respond with a word?“Next month is our anniversary.” She blinked quickly, taming the tears that wanted to flow.
I was thinking maybe we book ourselves a trip. Or a cruise. Get away and celebrate.”He shrugged and then began putting away his supplies.
Fine.”That’s it. “Damn it, Seamus!”“What?” He turned bewildered eyes to her. What’s wrong?”“You, that’s what. You’re being a fecking asshole. I know that I’m being strict with this new diet, but the doctor said you’d die. You were nearly in a coma, Seamus. Your sugar was hundreds above where it should have been. Do you know what that was like for me?” Her voice was cracking, full of emotion as anger and heartbreak surged through her heavily Irish accented words.
I’ve spent more of my life as your wife than I ever was anything else. Losing you…shite. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t wake up every morning and not have you next to me. I—”“Dee…” Seamus reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her to his chest and wrapping her in a hug. Feck. I’m sorry. You know I don’t mean it.
I’m a grumpy old bastard.”“Such a bastard,” she mumbled into his shirt, sniffling, twisting her fingers in the fabric. He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. I know you’re just trying to keep me healthy. I’m trying, too. It’s hard, but I’m trying. I’d never do anything to shorten my time with you on this earth.”Dee felt her heart soften again, the tension of their recent fiction sliding away. After almost forty years together, fighting was nothing new for them.
In fact, it was one of the things they did best. He was an asshole, and she had known that the day they met, but he was also a wonderful husband and an even better father and grandfather. “I love you, Dee.” He kissed her softly, and she felt the same flutter in her heart that he’d made her feel since the first time they’d laid eyes on one another. His voice deepened, developed a huskier lilt. Maybe once the kids leave, I can show you how much.”“Sweet talker,” she teased, whacking his arm before turning back to the table. “Grandad!” Murphy came skipping into kitchen and tossed himself at his grandfather. Seamus caught him just in time and swung him high above his head as the young boy’s laughter filled the air while he soared in the safety of his grandfather’s arms.
Hey, Murph! Did you sleep all right?”“Eh.” Murphy shrugged and wiggled his way back down to the floor, turning his affections to Dee this time.