Sunday, September 22, 2013

Waiting for You

Gimme a Little Kiss welcomes Marie Higgins, a best-selling, multi-published author of sweet romance. Her stories include everything from refined bad-boy heroes who make your heart melt to the feisty heroines who somehow manage to love them regardless of their faults. Visit her website / blog to discover more about her – or look for her on Facebook – – and Twitter - @MarieHigginsXOX

Take a look at Waiting for You. When a beautiful woman claiming to be a ghost from 1912 appears in Nick Marshal’s new office and begs for help in solving her murder, he’s intrigued enough to consider her plea. A scandal that rocked Hollywood almost destroyed his law practice, so taking on a client who insists she’s dead seems a good way to refresh his career. The more history he uncovers, the deeper he falls for the ghost. Abigail Carlisle believes Nick is her heart’s true desire, but how can happily ever after happen when she’s already dead?

Set up for the kiss:  Abigail is a ghost from 1912. Nick is a lawyer from current day, trying to find her killer to help her pass over. When they first meet, he can’t touch her. (of course…she’s a ghost!) But the closer they get to finding her murderer, the more real she becomes. In this scene they realize they can touch each other, but since Nick is talking to other people, he can’t react like he wants to.

And now for the kiss:

Nick hurried to the car, his fingers still entwined with Abigail’s. Once she was certain nobody could hear them, she squeezed his hand. “Do you feel that?”

This time when he looked at her, pleasure darkened his eyes. “You know I do. But what happened? Why do I feel you?”

“I don’t know, but I could have jumped out of my skin with joy in there.”

“Me, too. Do you know how hard it was to act like nothing was happening?”

He opened the passenger’s side door and motioned for Abigail to slide in. He hurried and closed the door then practically ran to get in on his side. He didn’t take her in his arms like she wanted. Instead, he started the car and raised the top to the convertible.

She sat still, holding her breath, praying he’d want to touch her. He looked almost too stiff. Her gut clenched. Did he not like the idea of holding her?

Once he was on the road, he leaned back in his seat and draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him. With a relieved sigh, she snuggled up to him and rested her palm on his chest.

“Nick? What do you think this means? Why do you think I can feel you now when I have not been able to before?”

He shook his head. “You’re asking the wrong person, honey. I have a couple of guesses, but I don’t know for sure.”

“What do you think?”

“Well, first I think I’ve completely lost my mind and that’s why I can feel you. Or maybe we’re getting closer to finding your killer and that’s why you’re becoming real.”

She chewed her lower lip before whispering, “I wonder when we do discover who killed me, will I pass over at that exact moment?”

“I don’t know, honey.” He leaned closer and kissed her forehead. “I don’t want to think about that right now.”

“Me either,” she said in such a low voice that Nick had to lean closer to hear her. How could she think of leaving him when she’d just found him?

“So then maybe we should pretend that I’m completely crazy,” Nick said, “and that’s the reason for all of this.”

She laughed and stroked his face. “Oh, Nick. I really cannot believe I’m touching you. Your skin is so warm, so smooth.” She moved her hand down his neck to his chest. “I can feel the beat of your heart against my palm.” She smiled.

A deep groan tore from his throat, and he turned the car down a darkened street. Soon, he stopped the vehicle and switched off the engine.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep driving when I have you on my mind.”

In one sharp move, he gathered her in his arms, bringing his face to her neck. She sighed and leaned her head back, enjoying his hot breath on her skin.

“Abby, I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he mumbled against her neck.

“Me, too.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding his head against her.

His hands traveled over her back and arms then moved up to gently stroke her hair. He kissed her neck before sliding his lips to her mouth. When he captured her lips, she gasped. Every nerve responded to his touch. She wanted the kiss to last forever.

She leaned into him, tightening her hold around his neck. A deep moan came from him as the kiss deepened. Sighing, she enjoyed the way his lips moved with her, and because she wasn’t used to being kissed in such a fervent way, all she could do was follow his lead.

Nick pulled her closer, never taking his mouth from hers, but before she could truly enjoy the many sensations assaulting her body, a bright light shone inside the car, followed by a loud bang on the window.

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Monday, September 9, 2013

Scent of Lavender - Paranormal Romance

My paranormal Scent of Lavender is now available in print! Believe me, that's exciting.

Lily looked down at their joined hands. The mound of flesh below his thumb pressed against hers. Suction formed between them, tugging her lifeline closer to his. Heat sluiced through her as he led her down the hall and through the studio door.
          Inside the studio, moonlight eased through uncurtained windows. A lavender scent cooled the room. Air shimmered in an intimate rhythm that mirrored the pulse throbbing in the deep, secret places of her body. Desire coursed through her, swelling and heating until she feared it would consume her. She couldn’t help herself any longer.

Turning, aligning her body with his, she slipped her fingers through his hair, pulled down his head and kissed him.
           The kiss was hard and hot, a primal taking that was urgent in the face of some threat she felt but couldn’t name. His hands came up, slipped under her shirt, moved over flesh that ached for the comfort that only his touch could offer. Longed for the sanctuary that only his arms could provide. Burned for the release that he alone could wrest from the depths of her soul.

Pleasure and need shuddered through her. This was where she belonged. In his arms, surrounded by velvet moonlight. In this room, lit by satin starlight. Together. Safe.
           Something tickled her mind but she brushed it away with a thought. Nothing must come between them. Nothing must keep them apart. Nothing and no one…

His arms went around her. A sigh whispered through the air, easing inside her as she inhaled. His breath, she thought, flavored with beer and need and sweet, sweet lavender. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, exhaling her own need, feeling him draw it in. Someone sighed again, in rhythm with her own breath.
          But it wasn’t him.

Don’t stop, a voice whispered inside her head. Don’t let him go this time.
          This time…

Scent of Lavender by Teri Thackston
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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Seduced by an Angel

Adrienne deWolfe is a #1 Bestselling Author and a recipient of 48 writing awards, including the Best Historical Romance of the Year.  She consistently delights readers with sexy, action-packed, western-style romances, including her Wild Texas Nights series and her Velvet Lies series.  In addition, she is the author of the bestselling non-fiction ebook series, The Secrets to Getting Your Romance Novel Published.
Fascinated by all things mystical, Adrienne writes a weekly blog about dragons, magic, and the paranormal at to help her research her upcoming YA Epic Fantasy series. She also writes a weekly blog with fiction writing tips and advice about the business of writing at  She enjoys mentoring aspiring authors and offers professional story critiques and book coaching services.

Her newest western historical romance is SEDUCED BY AN ANGEL (Book 3, Velvet Lies Series). In the book, Kentucky belle Seraphina Jones craves a dashing stranger worth kissing. When she spies her handsome, half-naked hired hand at the riverbank, she thinks her dreams of romance have come true. But this Texican is wanted for murder. 

Jesse Quaid can't let Sera's sweet kisses distract him from rendezvousing with Cass, a childhood friend, to clear his name of a crime he didn't commit.  But then a case of mistaken identity turns Cass into Jesse's deadliest rival for Sera's heart.

Now, Sera must find a way to end the feud before the man she loves is lost forever.


And now for the kiss:

"Jesse, we're supposed to be friends. You know all about my feelings for Henry. But you never talk about Allison."

"That's because there's nothing to tell about Allison."

Sera winced at his sharp tone.  Why must he be so difficult?  It wasn’t as if she liked playing matchmaker for her arch rival!

But Sera had a code of honor when it came to another woman’s man. And doing the right thing for Jesse, unfortunately, meant doing the right thing by Allison.

"Jesse, I think... I mean, it's none of my business, but... I think Allison may still have feelings for you."

He arched a coal-black eyebrow.

"You should give her another chance," Sera rushed on, hating her sense of obligation. "If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't want to wake up one morning and wonder what might have been."

Amusement flickered over the chiseled planes of his face.

"Seraphina Jones, are you trying to get rid of me?"

She blinked up at him, owl-like.

"Well, no, I—"

Before she could finish her protest, he caught her head and kissed her.

Only Jesse's kiss wasn't a peck on the cheek, like two comfortable, old friends might share.

Oh, no. Jesse's kiss was white lightning mixed with dynamite. It packed the wallop of firecrackers rocketing or volcanoes letting loose. Giving her no chance to protest, he slanted his mouth across hers, demanding a response. When she stumbled forward, he hooked his free arm around her waist, dragging her forward to collide with his hips.

He tasted of cinnamon. He smelled of sandalwood and cloves. The combination was a heady aphrodisiac. She wanted more of it. More of him.

She gripped his shoulders, rising on tiptoe, wriggling until her breasts flattened against the cotton-sheathed granite of his chest. His long, rangy maleness felt so hard, and hard felt so good! Her senses sizzled, smoking before all that unleashed, wildcat energy. She thought she might combust . . .

Other Books in the Velvet Lies series:
·         Book 1: SCOUNDREL FOR HIRE
·         Book 2: HIS WICKED DREAM
·         Book 3: SEDUCED BY AN ANGEL
·         Book 4: DEVIL IN TEXAS (Available 2014)

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·         Velvet Lies Series
·         Wild Texas Nights Series