I’m vibrating with excitement! Tomorrow, Book 2 in the Book Nirvana series releases, courtesy of The Wild Rose Press. Published authors know what a dizzy ride launch week can be–obsessively checking lists and my calendar, worried I’ll forget something important. It’s like the final few feet when the roller coaster train grinds to the top of the big drop. Starting tomorrow, all I can do is throw my hands up and enjoy the ride–wheee!
Here’s a peek at Doug and Laurel’s first kiss. They’re taking a walk after dinner with her 90-year-old great-aunt Maxie, who’s taken to calling tall, lanky Doug “Ichabod. (Warning: adult language)
“Anyway, you’re too fit to be Ichabod Crane.”
“Aww, shucks, ma’am.” He slung his arm over her shoulder. She let him. Sweet.
Giddy, tickly hope built in his chest. He didn’t know much about Laurel yet, but he’d seen her kindness, her genuine connection with Maxie. She had a lot going on beneath her very pretty surface. Maybe this could be something. Maybe fate had finally tired of shitting on him and sent someone good across his path.
She wound her arm around his waist, hooked her forefinger through his beltloop and, hip to hip, they ambled around the block. The slow summer twilight hung around them like heavy deep-blue curtains. Beneath the streetlamps, swallows zoomed and fluttered in acrobatic loops.
Her lips parted in an expression of wonder as she followed the birds’ twilight dance. “So graceful. Don’t you wish you could fly like that?”
“Right now, feels like I am.”
She turned those beautiful eyes on him. A smile flickered across her luscious mouth, an invitation. He closed the distance, brushed his lips across hers, soft and gentle. Her sigh mingled with his. For a long moment, they stood there, barely touching, relishing that first tentative taste.
His cock sprang to attention, throbbing almost painfully. Embarrassed, he shifted his hips away from hers. Don’t be a creep. Take it slow.
But Laurel had other ideas. Her breath hot on his cheek, she slid one hand to the small of his back, the other around his neck, and pressed her warm, yielding body to his.
He lost himself in her heat, took her mouth like a starving man devouring a succulent fruit. Ripe and sweet, she opened to his probing tongue. Satin softness welcomed him. Her low moan fired primitive need, deep in his gut. He released her mouth, grasped a handful of her hair, and pressed his open mouth to her throat. Her pulse fluttered beneath his tongue.
“Eew.” A childish squeal jarred him back to reality. “Kissing. Yuck.” Across the street, three little girls dropped their jump rope to point and giggle.
Laurel’s laughter bubbled like champagne. He rested his heated forehead against hers. Beautiful, delicious, and a good sport. Jackpot.
Finally, she stroked his chest and cocked her head to the side. “Well then.”
He grinned. “Yes indeed.”
“Good to know.” She glanced at her watch. “We’d better get back. I don’t want to leave Maxie too long.”
“Hey, Laurel?” Those big gray eyes met his. He could get lost in there. “Should I apologize?”
The corners of her mouth twitched upward. “Nope.”
“Good to know.” Once again, he draped his arm over her shoulder, she slid her arm around his waist, and they started back the way they came. Crazy how perfectly their bodies fit together, so comfortable and easy. Her stride matched his as if moved by music only the two of them could hear.
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