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First Kiss Friday – Champion of the Heart by Laurel O’Donnell
Today, I’d like to share with you the first kiss from my medieval romance, Champion of the Heart! Enjoy!
“I told you before you could not escape,” he whispered hotly. He held her firmly against the wall, his body pressed against hers.
Jordan knew he spoke the truth, but not the truth as he believed it. It was the truth as she knew it. How could she escape from Fox? And how could her children ever depend on her again if she couldn’t fight to get to them? She couldn’t hold even a trembling dagger to Fox. Uselessness, frustration, and helplessness all welled up inside her, spinning and churning until Jordan couldn’t keep her feelings inside. Warm tears slipped from her eyes and dripped onto her cheeks, and her body trembled with a sob.
Fox placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his, studying it for an eternal moment in which Jordan fought hard to bury her feelings. She lifted her chin slightly, waiting for his scorn, waiting for his berating words.
But when the silence stretched on, she lifted her gaze to his. She was unprepared for the tenderness she saw in those blue depths. He lifted a finger to trace the path of one of her tears. Then he pulled his hand away from her, slowly rubbing the tear in his fingers, staring at the glistening drop for a moment.
His blue eyes seemed confused, and a slight scowl marred his brow as he continued to inspect the tear on his fingertip. Then he looked at her again and his gaze swept every inch of her face. A warmth spread throughout her body that suddenly brought her senses to life, sharpening them. The muscles in his strong chest pressed against her breasts. The power in his thighs crushed against her. And something dangerous stirred inside her — something powerful threatened to engulf her. Her vision dropped to his lips, lips that were so sensual, so entrancing. Lips that were slowly moving closer and closer.
Jordan didn’t fight him; she wanted to feel his kiss. She wanted the intoxicating feeling rushing through her body to grow. His kiss would only make the dangerously delicious sensation run wild inside of her.
And then his lips closed over hers, a startlingly gentle caress, a warm, wet brush of his lips. But with that simple touch, exhilaration filled Jordan’s body. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, tender and warm, but filled with a fiery spice all the same.
Then his tongue touched her lips, gently sliding along the length of her mouth, caressing, coaxing. She felt a jolt igniting its way through her entire body from the tips of her hair to the edges of her toes. She gasped against his lips and he dropped his hands to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him as he delved into the recesses of her mouth.
Jordan felt herself being swept away by the emotions raging through her. Her world was spinning on its axis, and she had to cling to Fox as if he were the only thing keeping her from falling. But the tighter she clung, the greater the waters seemed to swirl about her.
“I won’t let you go, Jordan,” he whispered against her lips. “Not this time.”
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First Kiss Friday – Amethyst by Elizabeth Rose
Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Elizabeth Rose, author of Historical romance Amethyst- Book 4, Daughter of the Dagger series. Welcome Liz! Here’s the first kiss between Amethyst de Burgh and Marcus.
Marcus walked over to Amethyst slowly, delighting in watching her squirm. He stalked her like a wildcat stalking his prey, and this was very exciting to him indeed. The blood pushed through his veins and he felt the thumping of his own heart against the ribs of his chest. He wanted her, and he would have her – now.
“By the choice of your words, I’d say they have a double meaning. Or am I misinterpreting you, Lord Northumberland?” She backed up toward the bed as he strolled closer, but her chin was raised and he saw the challenge in her eyes.
“I only say what I mean,” he said in a low voice. “How you interpret it is up to you.”
“You don’t scare me, if that’s what you’re trying to do. I do not fancy young does that dart when the hungry wolf stalks them.”
“Now who’s using double meanings?” he asked, reaching over her shoulder to hold on to the bedpost, trapping her, with nowhere to run.
“Why don’t you just come out and say what you want instead of playing silly games, my lord?” Her brave stare was gone, and she lowered that damned defiant chin, as his face came closer to hers. He liked the way his actions had her drawing back instead of striking out.
“I admit I do fancy games when it comes to the bedchamber, but I assure you, my lady, they are far from silly.” He reached out and put a finger under her chin and raised it upward. “What’s the matter? As I noticed you can no longer look me in the eye like you’ve been doing since the moment you got here.”
“You don’t scare me, you big, bad, border lord. I –”
He didn’t give her a chance to finish. He dipped down and placed his lips over hers. He was gentle at first, waiting to see her reaction. When he pulled away, her eyes were closed and her face still turned upward. Just the reaction he was looking for, and so used to getting from any woman he decided to bed. She wasn’t going to put up a fight after all, like he’d originally thought. Mayhap he misjudged her. Part of him was a little disappointed.
“I’ll show you just how big and bad I really am,” he promised her. He covered her mouth with his again, but this time, forceful, greedily, savoring the flavor of her lips that excited him more than any woman ever had. He pulled back, holding onto her bottom lip in the process, then released it quickly. Next, he fastened his mouth over hers and deepened the kiss.
His tongue probed into her mouth, and she opened for him. All too easy, he thought. Then again, he did have a way with women when it came to the bedchamber that had them melting in his arms and begging him for more.
He put one hand on her shoulder and the other on her waist and lowered her to the bed quickly. Leaning over her, he kissed her hungrily, feeling himself spiraling out of control. His head dizzied and her essence filled his senses with lust as the heat from their bodies melded together. If he didn’t take her soon, he was sure he was going to burst from want.
He fondled one of her breasts while he used his other hand to push up her gown, wedging his knee between her legs to part them. Then to his horror, there was a knock at the door.
“Who is it?” he called over his shoulder, still in position to take her. But before he had his answer, her knee rose up hard – to meet with his groin. “Ummph!” He doubled over and backed away in pain as the little vixen slipped out from under him and made her way to the door.
Amazon link to ebook: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FZXPQKG
Amazon link to print book: http://www.amazon.com/dp/150082187X
Also available as a limited time offer as part of the Border Lords and Ladies Boxed Set – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00UM9J9TM
Ebook also available at Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Apple and Kobo.
Author’s Website: http://elizabethrosenovels.com
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