Here's an excerpt from Fascination, my newest release from Awe-Struck Publishing, a sweet contemporary romance that will be out this July! Enjoy!
“Alex, before you go, there’s something I . . . something I want to say.”
At the door, Alex had pulled on his coat. He stood, watching as Candy zippered it for him. Then, slowly, almost seductively, she trailed the palms of her hands up both sides of that zipper. Clutching handfuls of his coat’s collar, she looked up at him, a coy smiling playing on her lips.
The look she gave him, alone, made his breath catch at the back of his throat.
“I’m so glad it was you, Alex.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. A sultry whisper.
“I mean, of all the people who could have been there that night, of all the people who could have pulled us from the plane, or what was left of it . . . ” She grinned, bringing her face within an inch—maybe less—of his. “I’m glad that it was you. I’m glad it was you there. No one else.”
“Me, too, Candy. Me, too.”
Alex knew the kiss was coming, but he’d expected another of those harmless, sweet-as-sugar pecks on the cheek. He didn’t expect her mouth to capture his, then basically set it and his whole being on fire.
That was a woman on the other end of that kiss. A woman who was perhaps the most womanly who’d ever kissed him.
It wasn’t just one kiss, either. That kiss evolved into another kiss. Alex accepted both with the hunger of a man who’d just tasted what a real, fiery kiss was supposed to taste like.
“Good night, my hero,” she teased.
He didn’t correct her. He was too wrapped up in yearning for a third kiss, though it wouldn’t be happening.
“ ’Night, Candy. Can’t wait till next week.”
“Same here, honey. Same here.”
What did he have to lose? He’d already committed himself. Next week, he’d be volunteering to make a fool of himself in front of her. So what harm was there in reaching forward . . . and stealing that third kiss?
And she let it be stolen. Wholeheartedly.
Maybe the fumes from her brother’s plan had messed with both their heads.