First Kiss Friday – Duty Calls by Sandra McGregor
Today's First Kiss Friday featured guest is Sandra McGregor, author of contemporary series romance Duty Calls. Welcome Sandra! Here's the first kiss between Lt. Col Dale Mitchlen and Alyson Sanders.
Set up: Alyson is widowed and caring for her single-parent sister's two-year old daughter, Katie, while the sister is on active duty with the Air Force in Afghanistan.
When the sister is killed in action, a letter in her personal effects reveals the name of the father. Now Alyson must find him and let him know that he's a father.
A couple of months after finding him…..
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He allowed her plenty of time to resist–plenty of time to tell him to stop, but she didn't want him to stop. Oh God, never let him stop. She wanted him to be concerned about her and to hold her. Since her husband died, being held in a man's arms was one of the things she missed most. She burrowed her face into his chest, breathing in the musky scent of his soap and deodorant. When he pulled back slightly, she wanted to groan, but when his finger gently lifted her chin, her eyes opened to look up as he bent closer. As his lips gently touched hers, her eyes closed and her arms reached up to encircle his neck even as he wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer and deepen the kiss. Just as quickly, he released her and took a step back when Katie called out from her room. "Da da da!"
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“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, Here's an excerpt from my novel, The Angel and the Prince - Enemies face off -
“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, or who, they wanted. Maybe I’m making it more complicated than it should be. He is my prisoner.
She raised a hand to touch his thick mane. Bryce pulled back instantly. Ryen wrapped her fingers tightly in his hair, leaning into his strong chest. “You fear my touch?” she wondered in a soft whisper.
“Loathe is more like it,” he said.
She could feel the lie through his leggings and smiled. “Your body betrays you.”
“Step away from me, witch,” he snarled.
Ryen stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his. At first they were immovable, but suddenly they parted and the hot passion he was trying to hide was released. His tongue slipped into her mouth, warring with hers.
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