First Kiss Friday – Follow Your Heart by Ruth Kaufman
Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Ruth Kaufman, author of historical romance Follow Your Heart. Welcome Ruth! Here’s the first kiss between Adrian Bedford and Joanna Peyntor.
At that moment, Joanna glowed. Her eyes, her expression, her words captivated him. Adrian could no longer resist her allure. In an instant he drew her into his embrace.
He kissed her, hard and hot.
Joanna opened her mouth against the urging of his. She tasted better than his favorite cherry pottage. Adrian plunged his hands into her hair. The thick, curling masses he’d so longed to touch felt as soft and smelled as pleasing as he’d imagined.
She leaned into him, her breasts against his chest, the softness of her thighs flush against his hardening groin. He clutched her closer, awash in yearning.
Adrian pulled away, struggling to catch his breath. “Joanna. We— I—”
Stunned by the force of his desire for her, he couldn’t speak. Couldn’t bring himself to discuss what they’d just done. Doing so would breach their recently signed agreement.
So he left without another word. And cursed himself for acting the coward.
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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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