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This scene is from Lucca: Warriors for the Light.(Fallen Angel series) the book is available in Print and all e-book formats. Enjoy!Juliet leaned forward, her lips brushing over his in a tantalizingcaress. Rosemary and mint wafted through his system like a drug ofdesire, always healing him, making him feel worthy to be in her arms. His hands landed on her waist, pulling her against him. Her arms went around his neck as he indulged with a kiss of his own, awakening an aching hunger deep within him that he didn’t know existed. His wings strained for release. God, he wanted her. His blood pooled to his groin, with an obvious announcement of how much he wanted her. He pulled away,hoping she didn’t notice, but the small curve of her lips told him she had.Her gaze met his with a powerful slam of something hot and steamy. Dear Heaven above, she wanted him, too. Not a good idea. Not going tohappen. He took another step away. They stared at each other, notspeaking, not moving.Droplets of water began to rain down from the heavens, just a lightdrizzle with a promise of more.“It’s starting to rain,” he broke the silence. “You should go inside.” He shoved his hands into his jeans with hopes of keeping them off of her.The fire in her eyes dimmed, making him feel like a complete fool forbringing her to the brink, knowing he had no intention of followingthrough with his actions. It was that damn scent of hers, and it onlyincreased when she became aroused.
Thanks for hosting this! Such a fun idea. :)This is Billy and Jet's first kiss from my contemporary rock romance, Rock Bottom:He knelt in front of her and slid his hands up her thighs. “You called me ‘baby’.”She hoped he’d missed that. He definitely seemed too clear-eyed now.Through clenched teeth, her voice shook. “It’s an expression. I am not one of the Bimbo Brigade.”Clasping her neck, he drew her close. “Thank God.” His lips brushed hers.Anger melted into confusion, surged with passion. “Stop,” she whispered. “I can’t.” He leaned between her legs, gripped her ass and slid her against him. Tender yet fierce, his lips sought hers, his tongue probed.White static filled her brain. How could he feel so good, when he was all wrong?“No.” She broke away.He sank onto his feet, the deepest yearning in his eyes. “Billie.” His urgent whisper sounded like a fervent prayer.His plea awakened something fierce and tender within her. “Dammit.” Her urgent whisper matched his.His face lit with hope.“Jet.” An overwhelming urge hijacked her reasoning. She fought to regain it but lost ground. He drew a ragged breath and touched her cheek.“Don’t.” She couldn’t finish her thought. Don’t toy with me. Don’t break my heart.“Shh.” His finger traced her lips. He eased in slowly.Although she had every opportunity to stop him, instead she clutched his shirt. “You won’t remember this tomorrow anyway.” She pressed her lips to his, wrapped her legs behind his.His embrace engulfed her as he pulled her to the floor. “Oh yes, I will.” With soft, purposeful kisses, he kept his eyes open, watching as if to imprint her in his memory.Yes, he’d remember.And so would she. Dammit.Available from Lyrical Press:http://www.lyricalpress.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=3_25&products_id=405 Have a magical Valentine's Day!Cate
Karen, thanks so much for this! I appreciate being able to give people a taste of my stories here.This is the first kiss between Kiera and Sam in my story A HEART FOR A HEART that I'll be talking about on Wednesday here. They've just met that day and things are moving pretty quickly. With Sam just home on leave from the Middle East and Kiera's quiet, solitary lifestyle, is love at first sight too much to hope for? But Valentine's Day is tomorrow, and Cupid's got an early start...“Wait.” She put her hand on his chest as he started to stand. “Does this mean you’re going to stay? Cause if you are, I need to go clean off the bed in the guest room and change the sheets.”He didn’t answer for a minute, his gaze traveling down her face as if locking in every detail, the smile melting away from his own lips. He looked down at her fingers on his chest, and she self-consciously drew her hand back.“Sam?”“Yeah. I’m stayin’. But I think…I think we need to seal the deal.”He reached for her, and she came into his arms, not realizing until that minute how she had ached to feel that closeness with him since she’d left it there in the coffee shop.Her heart pounded as his calloused hands came to her cheek framing it tenderly. They shifted on the couch as he leaned back into the corner, pulling her to him. Her fingers rested atop the warm cotton material of his t-shirt, and she heard his breathing hitch as she moved against him.He leaned up and pulled her to him in the same movement, her lips covering his, awkwardly at first, then perfectly as one of his hands moved behind her neck, the other moving firmly across her side. He was waiting for her, she realized to determine what kind of kiss this would be.She was sadly out of practice.He would surely be disappointed. Her last love interest of any length had been out of her life well over a year now. She opened her mouth, and he let his tongue play on her lips, teasing, coaxing but holding back.After a minute, he drew away slightly. “What’s wrong, Kiera?”She shrugged, thoroughly humiliated. “I guess I’m out of practice.” “You? I don’t believe it.”“I don’t know why it’s so hard to believe.” Her heart sank. What he must think!He put a finger under her chin, lifting her eyes to his. “Because, lady, you are one gorgeous, sexy woman who could have any man she wanted. How can it be you’re ‘out of practice’?”“I…” she moistened her lips, but didn’t move. Looking down into his dark eyes, she saw that he was sincere. He meant every word he’d said. He thinks I’m pretty. He thinks I’m gorgeous. That I can have any man I want. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. I don’t want just any man. I want him.All my books and stories are available here:https://www.amazon.com/author/cherylpierson
Thanks so much Karen! In this brief exceprt from The Matchmaker's Mark, Lily (a half-elf living among humans) is coming into her magic and Dare (an elf who serves as the Matchmaker's bodyguard) is struggling to contain his desire for her:Dare reached out, intending only to comfort and encourage. But the jolt of the initial contact gave way to a pleasant hum deep in his blood.Touching Lily's shoulder, he followed the line of her arm until he held her hand, uncurling her fist. So much smaller than his, her hand was narrow with long, elegant fingers, but the calluses told the real story. He studied the lines on her palm, and skimmed each of her fingers in turn.Slowly, he raised her palm to his lips, pressed a kiss there, wishing he had the right to kiss her everywhere. The scent of her work, of the flowers and greenery, filled him. Tempted him. If only this was a beginning, he would lay her down in a meadow at dusk and reveal every inch of her creamy skin to the rising moon and stars. She swayed closer, her body brushing his, igniting his fantasies.He fought the urge to caress her hip, to pull her close enough to comprehend her effect on him.Eyes locked on hers, he nipped her fingertip, soothed it with his tongue, and released her.Before he lost control.The Matchmaker's Mark is available for 99 cents from Amazon: http://amzn.to/oQuURuor B&N: http://bit.ly/p8zZ4Q(as well as other ebook outlets)You can learn more or read the first chapter at http://www.reganblack.com Happy Valentine's week everyone!Regan
GREAT EXCERPTS!!WISH I COULD BUY THEM ALL!
This is the first kiss between Harmonica Joe and Lola Baton:“I now pronounce you man and wife. Harmonica Joe, you may kiss your bride.” Laughter resonated and cheers went up around the room. Lola clasped the card tight in her fist and glanced up just in time to see an angular face with mesmerizing coffee brown eyes framed in sandy hair move toward her. A day’s growth of beard graced his jaw but it only enhanced his handsome features. She backed away a step only to have someone push her forward. She collided with the solid body of this imposing stranger. The stranger’s arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close as his head dipped down, his mouth capturing hers. The bristles of his chin scraped her tender flesh that caused a thrill to scamper down her spine. His tongue ran along the seam of her lips and teased her to allow his sweet invasion. Her breath hitched as she opened to him and answered his sensual investigation with her own. A ball of heat grew in her solar plexus and spread out its heated fingers creating an erotic song that vibrated and excited her as it swept along her nerves. Lola closed her eyes while her arms took a path of their own weaving over his neck and pressing her breasts against his hard chest. His pelvis thrust forward as the kiss intensified. Even the volumes of material in her skirts could not prevent the distinct impression of his arousal against her abdomen. She heard herself moan with pleasure. Dear God, she stood in the arms of a complete stranger. He was kissing her with enough sexual heat to burn her clothes off. Recollection began to surface. This was not the attic of Misty Oaks. Just how she got from her fall into the trunk into this...this...place was a mystery. Her head throbbed as a painful reminder of her transition from an attic in Misty Oaks to what looked like an old western saloon in a movie. The man who kissed her, handsome though he may be in his rough clothes and unshaven face, must be an actor posing as a cowboy. He pulled back from the kiss and gave her a quizzical look. He leaned his head toward her as if he wanted to kiss her again but seemed to think better of it and withdrew. BUY LINKS:Available at Western Trail Blazer Novelshttp://westerntrailblazer.yolasite.com/online-store.phpAvailable at Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=harmonica+joe%27s+reluctant+bride+by+sarah+mcneal&x=20&y=22Lulu Book Store:http://www.lulu.com/browse/search.php?search_forum=-1&search_cat=2&show_results=topics&return_chars=200&search_keywords=&keys=&header_search=true&search=&locale=&sitesearch=lulu.com&q=&fListingClass=5&fSearch=harmonica+joe%27s+reluctant+bride&fSubmitSearch.x=5&fSubmitSearch.y=9Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/53550and Barnes & Noblehttp://search.barnesandnoble.com/Harmonica-Joes-Reluctant-Bride/Sarah-McNeal/e/9781461087731?r=1,%201&if=N&cm_mmc=Goodreads-_-k117601-_-j12871747k117601-_-Primary
Wonderful, ladies. They sound wonderful! Thanks for posting. :)
hotcha12,I'm with you. I love to have them all, too. :)
From my historical romance, The Comet. My Saxon heroine, Rowena, is being married oh-so-reluctantly to a Norman knight after the Battle of Hastings. That was where she stood, silent and subdued, barely mouthing the required responses. Still, answer she did. Accept him she did. Married to him she was. He looked at her searchingly when the thing was done, then tipped her chin in a gesture so tender that it surprised everyone, including Rowena. The kiss he gave her then was not the kiss of a conqueror. His fingers caressed her throat. He savored her, coaxing and exploring, asking for a response. It was a public display of passion so profound that Rowena felt her fingers trembling on the stems of the flowers she had never relinquished, even when Neel placed his ring on her hand. It sat there in a heavy chunk, palpable reminder of his ownership even as that kiss was. When he finally pulled back, she was panting for breath, and she knew her expression was shocked. What had she ever done to make him want her so? But, much more troubling was the fact that her loins and breasts ached, heavy and throbbing from the force and intent of that kiss. Just as it had before, her body recognized the meaning and wanted to embrace it. When he turned to her in their bed, would she be able to give him the cold submission she had planned? Buy this and my other books atwww.miriamnewman.com
Hi Karen and everyone!Karen, thanks so much for opening your blog for all sorts of fun posts today. Here's an excerpt from Beneath the Surface my romantic suspense novel that released last month:For the first time since the accident, Brooke forgot about her leg. Forgot about all she’d lost and focused on the way Garrett made her feel. She knew she needed to stop him. She should find a way to resist the temptation to be with him. But for a few minutes, she could enjoy the taste of him, the feel of him, couldn’t she? He dropped his hands to her waist and softened the kiss before trailing a line of kisses down her neck. A weak cry slipped from her mouth. “Garrett,” she whispered. She should stop this now before it got any more intense. He lifted her chin and forced her to meet his brown eyes, smoky with desire. Heat spiraled to her middle and she caught a whiff of his sawdust scent. “I…I can walk you back to your own room before I head to mine.” His voice broke as he whispered. She swallowed hard. She couldn’t do this right now with him. Too many obstacles stood in their way. But as she looked in his somber eyes, she realized none of those complications were bigger than her need for Garrett. “Let’s go to your room,” she said, her voice shaking. She moved her hands inside his shirt and ran them over his tight abs and chest. Heat soared through her body at the feel of him. “Together…”Available now at The Wild Rose Press http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=advanced_search_result&search_in_description=1&keyword=joya+fields&x=0&y=0
Thanks for hosting this, Karen!First kiss - from my recently released 'Fragrance of Violets':“I’m sorry too, more sorry than you’ll ever know.” His face was serious but then he gave the grin that made her heart leap. “So can we kiss and make up?” She smiled, despite the tremor which ran through her. “Yes, why not?” He put his arm round her shoulders and bent forward to kiss her. A light, friendly kiss as their lips met but which still sent a hot flame coursing through her veins. He moved away but they still looked at each other. And then his arm tightened around her. For a split second, she knew everything was going to change between them. Knew she should move, turn her head away, anything to stop the irrevocable step they were about to take. But she was paralysed as her body refused to accept the warnings from her brain. She wanted his kiss. When it came, full on her mouth, a kiss from firm demanding lips, panic gripped her for a moment and instinctively she tried to resist but her brain and stomach melted at the same time. Everything inside her catapulted into some cosmic kaleidoscope where stars burst and galaxies exploded. Hardly aware of what she was doing, her mouth opened to his as she surrendered, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders. His arms went round her, pressing her to him, and her heightened awareness felt the strength and sexuality of his body. Her own body blazed with a maelstrom of desires that were made even stronger by all the conflicting emotions inside her. She wanted him, but she was scared. Scared by the strength of her feelings, scared that she was about to commit herself to something she didn’t know how to handle. Jack’s tongue found hers and played with it sensuously. Somewhere deep inside her a dam burst, flooding her with a desperate, intense, hungry need for him. Her hands tightened, one moving to the nape of his neck, the other grasping his thick hair. A low, helpless sound escaped from her throat. She wanted him, ached for him to make love to her. The thought stunned even the mush of a brain that she still had. Just as abruptly as he’d begun the kiss, he broke away. “Oh God,” he muttered, staring down at her with eyes that held – what? Lust, anguish, triumph, regret? “Oh God,” he said again. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” 'Fragrance of Violets's is available from Whiskey Creek Press or from Amazon
Hi Karen, Thanks for opening up your blog.She stared up at him, smiling at his disheveled hair and stubble-lined face. His bare chest rippled with muscles, calling to her. “Kiss me, Aedan.” Raw maleness emanated from him. His unique, earthy male scent excited her, driving her mad with want. She could think of nothing else. He leaned over her and kissed her, brushing her lips with light strokes. She pulled his head down with her good arm, showering him with eager kisses, arching her hips against his lower body. He pulled away. “I do not want to hurt ye.” His tender gaze filled her with warmth. “You will not hurt me. My shoulder is injured, but the rest of my body yearns for you.”From Cat's Curse, Book 1 of my Dark Goddess trilogy, available in Print and Ebook. Buy links:kelleyheckart.com
Thanks for doing this, Karen. I'm going to post a kiss from a book that was my first published book, from Avalon Books. It was called "A Catered Affair." New title, "A Catered Romance." I have the digital rights and expect to have it availabe on Amazon within two weeks. Meanwhile, you can read about all my books and read excerpts at www.caramarsi.comHere's my kiss:His features softened. “No, you won’t go out with him.” He twisted his hand around her braid where it rested on her shoulder and pulled her gently toward him. “You’re not his type, Cat Eyes.”“Whose type am I?” she whispered.“My type,” he rasped.She knew she should back away, but the fire in his deep blue eyes held her.He placed his hands on her shoulders. “While I’m gone, I want you to remember something if von Zuben or any other guy comes around.”She couldn’t breathe. “Remember what?”“This.”His mouth captured hers in a kiss that shattered her world. Self-preserving fear fought with the excitement that sang through her bones. She splayed her hands against his chest, battling the magnetism that drew her under his spell.Tom’s deliberate possession of her mouth pushed aside her defenses. Feelings she didn’t want to acknowledge gnawed around the edges of her soul, demanding release.What little resistance she had crumbled in a heap at her feet. She melted against him, savoring his warmth and his taste of peppermint and coffee. He trailed kisses down her neck to the base of her throat. “So sweet,” he murmured against her skin.The past, the present, the world, dissolved, leaving her in a magical place where only she and Tom existed. All that mattered, all she knew, was Tom’s closeness and warmth. She slid her arms around his neck, twining her fingers in the thickness of his crisp hair.With a groan, he pulled her closer. She lost herself in his strength and heat.The jangling of the front doorbell, followed by the secretary’s melodic greeting, penetrated Mary Beth’s brain like soft whispers waking her from a wonderful dream. She didn’t want to wake up.The voices continued, poking into her consciousness, until the dream and the magic popped like a champagne cork.With a soft cry, she pushed away from Tom. He grasped her upper arms. His breathing was ragged and his blue eyes looked tormented.Her heart beat with such ferocity she felt sure he could see it pumping against her chest. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, unable to talk, barely able to breathe.They stared at each other for long seconds. Finally Tom dropped his arms to his sides. A short laugh escaped him.“The joke’s on me, Cat Eyes,” he said in a husky voice.“Joke?”“I intended to kiss you so thoroughly you wouldn’t look at another man while I’m gone.” He skimmed a long, slender finger down her cheekbone to her mouth, rubbing her bottom lip and eliciting a soft moan from her. “Instead, I’m the one who will be lying awake in a lonely hotel room, missing you,” he said softly. “The next two weeks will be torture.”He bent to brush a soft kiss across her lips, then turned and strode away.Mary Beth sagged against the counter. “Damn you,” she whispered to his retreating back.
Thanks Karen for allowing us to walk our characters on stage. I love your Warriors of the Light!Here's an excerpt from Celestial Sin (modified PG-13==CS is from The Wilder Roses.Whoa, Essie, he’s an angel and a lot younger than you.His feathers rustled as he unbuckled the fastenings under his arms and bent to place the armor on the floor. What did his behind, hidden by sleek white wings, look like? My, my, he was just too much for a girl to resist. She gave in to temptation, stroked the shiny, soft feathers.He backed into the caress, and a long sigh escaped him. "That feels incredible.”His voice came husky, and butterflies hatched in her stomach.It had been a long time since she’d felt belly tugs or the fire of passion licking through her, but when she touched him, the world as she’d known it ceased to exist.He untied the leather tunic and stepped out of it. His wings drooped. He swayed on his feet.She felt guilty as hell, lusting after an angel too weak to stand.Shakily, he turned to face her. Ginger hair spattered his chest, drew a thin line down his stomach, disappearing in the V-neck of the robe he wore beneath his armor. The loose shirt was thigh-length. The fabric appeared to be linen but with a subtle sheen.“I’m afraid I can’t remove this.” He lifted a fold of the toga, giving her a tempting glimpse of his upper thigh. “I’m wearing nothing beneath.”http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=87&products_id=826
Karen, thanks for doing this -- the excerpts are really fun!This is from SUMMER LOVIN', where Mia and Luke sneak off for a moment away from the puppy she's dogsitting, and she initiates the kiss:Mia heard him inhale, obviously surprised at her bold move. No one was more surprised than she was.What had she been thinking?She tried to move back. But his hands were on both sides of her face, holding her in place, and his mouth was opening, inviting her inside.She couldn't resist. She'd been telling herself the whole evening it didn't make sense to be attracted to him. But it was impossible to stay away. He was too sexy, and too delicious, and so attentive. She promised herself it would only be this one kiss.And wow, was it ever a kiss.Her stomach fluttered with the excitement of his tongue seeking out hers, slowly, leisurely, as if he could not bear to stop. Her toes still dangled in the water, cooling down the heat flooding the rest of her body. He lifted his mouth, and she almost cried out in protest, but it was only so he could kiss her neck, sending shivers throughout her body."Are you cold?" Luke whispered, dotting light kisses against the goose bumps on her shoulder and upper arm."No," she rasped. "Not at all."His lips raised in a smile, but he kept them moving across her skin. "The offer of my shirt is still good," he said. "If you do get cold."Mia closed her eyes. If he took off his shirt right now, she might fall headfirst into the lake."I'm good. But thanks."She felt the rumble of his chuckle against her collarbone. Her voice was a little squeakier than she'd hoped, so he didn't need to be a mind reader to know how she was feeling.But it didn't really matter, because all at once there was a cacophony of yelping, and barking, and—Luke sighed, his heated breath tickling her skin. "I told you he'd let us know."This puppy was going to be the death of her. First her favorite shoes, and now, her favorite hunk. When Luke lifted his head, his expression was not exactly joyful. She leaned in and gave him a light kiss on his downturned lips."Guess we should see what Hellboy wants."She heard another growl, only this time it was coming from Luke.Available at Amazon (http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Lovin-ebook/dp/B006CRUDI4) and B&N (http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/summer-lovin-donna-cummings/1107877921)
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