How about a kiss from my very first published book, a romantic suspense, called Perilous Passions?
Cover blurb:
Feisty
heiress Reilly Shea and by-the-book Deputy
U. Harmony
Falls , New York
From
experience, Reilly believes that men want her only for her wealth, while Hunt's
past convinces him that love is a fairytale concocted by rich young women
seeking distraction from their boring lives. Neither intends to be used again.
But as
the killer stalks the ice-bound community, desire drives them into each others'
arms. Finally Reilly's giving spirit and artistic lovemaking free Hunt from his
jaded past, while his strength and protectiveness inspire Reilly's confidence
in herself... and in him. Love eventually overcomes suspicion... leaving only a
killer to stand in their way.
Excerpt:
Reilly jumped back as Hunt cursed and leaped to his feet. He
just caught his cell phone, but a coffee mug tumbled off the table, across his
lap and shattered on the floor near his feet. Even in the moonlight, she could
see the stain spreading across his trousers.
“Cold coffee,” he growled. “Damn it.”
Reilly worked hard not to laugh. She’d made him nervous all
right. But when his sharp gaze focused on her, her amused sense of power faded.
She felt suddenly like a kitten toying with a bird that boasted a big beak and
razor sharp talons. If she wasn’t careful, she might find herself the feast
instead of the feaster. No matter what her effect was on Hunt, his on her was
apparently just as strong. And he was, she felt certain, much more experienced
at this sort of thing than she was.
She backed slowly away from him. “Sorry.”
He swiped at the coffee staining his trousers and then the
sharpness in his eyes intensified. Unsure if he meant to strangle her or kiss
her, Reilly found herself rooted to the floor. Unable to move or speak, barely
able to think beyond the want that swelled inside her, she stared at him. And
waited.
The air between them, chilled by winter just moments before,
now seemed ripe with tropical heat. His hands reached across that narrow space,
gripped her upper arms and tugged her toward him.
“Damn me,” he whispered, just before his lips crashed down
on hers.
Perilous Passions by Teri Thackston
Available in ebook and print
My publisher: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-4251-perilous-passions.aspx
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