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March 17, 2015
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First Kiss Friday – The Long Road to You by Jane Leopold Quinn
Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Jane Leopold Quinn, author of western romance The Long Road to You. Welcome Jane! Here’s the first kiss between Nick Gabriel and Margee McPherson.
Jake and Nick are The Brothers Agee. Jake’s story came first in Jake and Ivy. Ivy, the properly brought up and schooled American girl fell in love with the Flamenco, tried to break her bonds of propriety, and flee to escape the threat of an arranged marriage.
After Jake and Ivy’s happily ever after, Nick realized that he yearned to quit roaming, settle down, and find his own home. His visit to Jake’s ranch brings along the discovery of the neighboring ranch owner, Margee McPherson. Margee’s feistiness, independence, and beauty make Nick think of the life he needs now and how long the road has been to this place and time.
Blurb
Nick Gabriel, orphan, outlaw, reformed man, yearns for what his brother Jake has—land, a home, and best of all, a loving wife. Nick pulls a woman off a rearing horse, slamming her sexy, lithe body against his, the impetuous action setting him up to lose his heart.
Margee McPherson’s whole world revolves around running the ranch her father left her and handling the creepy ranch foreman she also inherited. Years before, she’d made a mistake that ended tragically. Now, she won’t allow the drifter cowboy, Nick Gabriel, to get anywhere near her no matter how tall, dark, and handsome he is, and how much she longs to be in his arms.
Both have secrets in their pasts. Will Margee’s fear and guilt keep her from moving forward with her life? Nick’s fallen in love with the beautiful rancher. Can he prove to her his roaming days are over? And will they survive their past secrets, finding the love they didn’t know they craved?
First Kiss
He reached for her clenched fingers and covered them, wrapping his big hand around her smaller one. Cradling her face in his other palm, he brushed tear after tear off her cheeks with his thumb. “Sh,” he murmured. “I’m sorry. I know you miss him, darlin’.”
She snuffled, then stood in one quick awkward movement leaving his hand suspended in mid-air. Taking a few steps away, she put physical, if not emotional, distance between them.
“I’m so sorry, Nick.” She hated her wavering voice. “I didn’t mean to fall apart like that.”
“It’s all right, sweetheart.” He climbed to his feet, taking a step toward her.
She blotted her eyes with a hanky pulled out of her pocket and made an effort to control herself. Close. A big man and towering over her, he was suddenly too close. She was right there, inches from him, so close his breath warmed her face. And God help her, she focused on his mouth and gave a strangled moan.
Her eyes narrowed, her lips parted, and she lifted a hand to trace his with a fingertip. She licked her lips anticipating the feel of his. Her body flooded fully hot, craving the need to be in his arms.
His response was lightning quick. Tightening his hand around her nape, slipping his fingers up through her hair, holding her head so she couldn’t escape, his lips met hers. Her arms were trapped between their bodies. He arched his back and lifted his lips for a second. “Around me,” he ordered. She obeyed and slid her arms around his waist. Their bodies slammed tightly together again. He took a deep, raspy, groaning breath, re-angled his head, and joined their lips again—hard. Hungry and frantic.
She nestled against him, shuddered and slid her arms up the middle of his back, pulling closer, then whimpering when his lips devoured hers. Every nerve in her body begged for more. More mouth. More him. He clamped his arms tightly around her. She felt his hardness and heat. He was obviously ready for her. Potently ready. She knew that much about men.
Tearing her lips off his, she gasped for breath. “Oh God.” Making sharp little nips down his jaw and over his neck, she stopped at the top button of his shirt.
He slid his hand firmly over her breast, stroking the underside with the heel of his hand. Her heart beat franticly when he cupped her.
“Ah.” She shivered.
The heat of his hand surrounded her hard nipple. He compressed it between thumb and forefinger.
“Yes…” she gasped.
Suddenly he gripped her upper arms and gently but firmly pushed her back, his gaze questioning. “Margee, are you sure?”
“Wha…? Sure of what?” She hid her face in her hands, not realizing she’d started sobbing. “I’m so sorry.” She had to get away as fast as possible. Running to her horse, she raced out of the meadow at breakneck speed through the thick-set trees.
Oh God, what have I done? She’d wanted his kisses, even his hand on her breast. Once you’d tasted pleasure, you never forgot it. It was wonderful. But wrong. And you couldn’t forget the anguish either. But why had he stopped?
Riding for all she was worth, her tumultuous thoughts, fierce feelings, her eyes narrowed against the wind, she galloped into the ranch yard, flung the reins around the rail, and ran into the house. In her bedroom, she paced the floor from one end to the other, not even attempting to contain her sobs. So strong, they caused actual physical pain. Her stomach ached, her throat scratched. She shook all over with mixed shame and longing.
She’d repressed all the sensual carnal feelings she’d become acquainted with in Florence. Repressed the memory of her agonizing loss and had shoved it so far down in the deepest recesses of her mind. But Nick’s body pressed tightly against hers, his lips and tongue—thick and muscular, just like his body—filling her mouth, his hands kneading… “Oh God,” she gasped aloud, then bit her lips at the memory of his fingers squeezing her nipple. She’d wanted to feel his skin under her hands, wanted his arms around her.
Bio
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, “Why don’t you write them down?” Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I’m lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe! And I’m fortunate enough to have found my own happily ever after husband.
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality
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March 8, 2015
March 5, 2015
First Kiss Friday – License to Nerd by Chris Redding
Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Chris Redding, author of contemporary novel License to Nerd. Welcome Chris! Here’s the first kiss between Madison West and Peter Quincy.
“We lose him?”
“Most likely. Let’s get back to hotel.”
When they returned to the hotel, Q booted up his laptop.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting us a flight to Mugatu.”
“That might be important. I need to get a prescription filled. I left it at home.”
“What?”
“It’s for a tranquilizer. I can’t fly without.”
Q turned in his chair to look at her. “I need you ready to go when we land. You may have to forgo the tranq.”
She shuddered. “I hate flying. I couldn’t hate anything more. I’ve done it, but only with medication.”
“I’m sorry. We can’t chance it.”
Her breath weighed heavily in her lungs. “Okay.”
“You can back out.”
“No. You need me.” She cocked her head at his sardonic grin. “What?”
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
She strode over to him “Tell me. You love to say odd things or look at me in a certain way, but you never follow through.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
She sat on the desk next to his laptop. “Like now. I’m close, but you won’t look me in the eye.”
His gaze bounced around then settled on her then it went back to his screen. “I just looked at you.”
“For a New York Minute.” She leaned into him, her face inches from the side of his. “You dislike me that much? I’m a big girl. I just want to know where I stand.”
His chuckled startled her. “You want to know where you stand?”
She leaned back on her hands, swinging her feet. “Yes. I can handle it if you don’t like me, but I just need to know that before we go into a dangerous situation.”
“You want the truth?”
“Yes.”
As if he was going through a metamorphosis, the gangly nerd was gone. He stood, towering over her, his gaze intense. He couldn’t have been more of an alpha male. Dangerous came to mind as she eyed him.
He backed her against the closest wall, never touching her. One hand rested above her head on the wall.
“Madison, I find you the hottest women I’ve ever met.”
Her mouth went dry. Well, she’d asked. “Yeah?” she choked out.
“Yeah and that makes me nervous.”
So she still had the upper hand. “Nervous, huh? Why?”
“Because, ever since you knocked on the back door of my business I’ve wanted to do this.”
He took a hold of her shoulders. She inhaled sharply at the sudden contact with him. Her body tingled and her lips parted in anticipation of his.
Then he kissed her.
He kissed her like a starving man eating his first meal. He kissed her like a man who’d been schooled in how to kiss a woman. He kissed her better than he’d kissed her in college. If he’d kissed her like this then, she might not have chosen Charlie.
When he tried to move away, she held onto him, deepened the contact.
“Wow,” she said when they came up for air.
His gaze met hers, only inches from her face, then he walked away.
The oxygen left the room.
“Sorry.”
She slid off the desk and followed him. “Don’t you dare.”
He whirled to look at her, his eyes wild, his hair unkempt. “What?”
“Don’t you dare apologize. Don’t you dare walk away. We’re not finished.”
“We are. You’re a client.”
“So. I’m also a woman. A woman you once made love to.”
His gaze raked over her leaving her naked. “I know.”
The silence hung like a flag on a calm day.
She stepped towards him. He stepped away. “Afraid?”
He licked his lips, his chest heaving. “Yes.”
“Chicken.”
She stepped towards him again. He stepped away. “Don’t Madison. Don’t cross that line.”
“Life’s short.”
“This is only because you’re in danger and I look like a knight in shining armor. Here we are back at college, but we aren’t two kids anymore. You made your choice back then. No do overs.”
“Don’t. Don’t insult me. I’m a big girl. And this isn’t a do over. It’s a whole new game. We’re not kids.”
“Madison.”
His voice came out in a desperate whisper. If she pushed, he’d go over the edge.
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March 3, 2015
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February 26, 2015
First Kiss Friday – Trancing the Tiger by Rachael Slate
Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Rachael Slate, author of fantasy romance Trancing the Tiger. Welcome Rachael! Here’s the first kiss between Sheng and Lucy.
Need to touch her.
Before he could stop the urge, his fingers stretched out to stroke her cheek. She tensed, but allowed the caress. Fuck, yeah.
He edged forward, careful to keep Tiger leashed, but refusing to give in before he’d gotten what he needed.
Then the damn elevator door dinged.
He glared at the sliding doors, Tiger chuffing. Snatching her hand, Sheng dragged her across the corridor to her door. She fumbled in her purse for her keycard. He snagged it from her hand and punched the card into the lock.
He nudged her through and the door groaned at being roughly shoved. Slamming it behind them with his foot, he whirled her around, bracing her back against the door.
“Now, I’m going to kiss you.” The warning resounded with a deep rumble in his chest. He didn’t give her a chance to respond as his mouth fell upon hers. Lucy’s sweet lips parted on a gasp, and he took advantage of her surprise to slip his tongue inside. She tasted like nectar, honeyed and luscious. Addictive.
He hardened instantly. She clutched his shoulders, a feminine whimper escaping her. He gripped her slender throat, holding her steady while he claimed her mouth, unleashing the hunger he’d suppressed since the second he’d first laid eyes on her. Sucking, thrusting, nipping, and delving.
Once he’d kissed her, she’d damn well know she was his.
His hips rocked against her soft warmth, his balls drawing up tight as she lifted her leg, cushioning him between her thighs. Fuck, he wanted to fuck her. This instant. Her flaring heat enveloped him, making his cock pulse in near-painful throbs.
He’d never desired any woman so badly. Never been so tempted by what he couldn’t, shouldn’t have.
Kissing her, alone, proved a huge mistake.
The best mistake of his life.
He released her throat and gripped her plush ass instead, lifting her to better grind against her. Her moans deepened, driving him to the edge.
He could get off with her. Just like this. Hell, he would, if he didn’t stop soon. So bloody satisfying. Every cell in his body burned for this woman. A passionate inferno that kissing her enraged, rather than pacified.
Damn, he was lost.
***
Lucy clung to Sheng’s broad shoulders, an anchor in this stormy sea of lust. The last thing she’d anticipated was for him to kiss her. Now that he was, she prayed he’d never stop. He kissed like he fought. Hard. Rough. Demanding. Absolutely every inch of him in command.
Her panties dampened from the friction of his shaft rubbing against her sex. Could he sense how wet she was? How needy?
Not a doubt in her mind remained that he was a skilled lover. He moved with far too much purpose to be anything less than masterful in bed.
Everything I’m not.
She cringed as her brain reminded her body she’d never done this, while he obviously took women to bed left and right. No way would his hands and mouth be this skilled otherwise.
Another moan echoed from deep in her throat as his lips left hers in order to seek out the hardened peak of her right breast. A talented swirl of his tongue. A teasing lick and pull. The careful grazing of his teeth.
Every action of his sealed her theory. Sheng was as sensual as he was strong.
“Ah, fuck, Lucy.” He ground his hips against hers, pushing the thick ridge of his erection into her core, hindered by the barrier of their clothes.
Abruptly, he pulled back from her breast, raising his head of thick, silky locks to stare into her eyes. “I want to fuck you. Right here, right now.”
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