If you like romance with a bit of mystery, try my book, Cherry Wood Place. It's available in both ebook and paperback. I'd love to hear how you liked it!
Here's a brief blurb:
“Sleep well.” His voice was so low she had to strain to hear his words.
“I plan to.”
He didn’t move.
She didn’t want him to. It was wonderful having him stand so near. His shoulders were so wide she was sure they would envelope her if he pulled her into an embrace.
She bit her lip, and he stared at her lips.
She gulped again.
He leaned toward her.
Her breath caught as his face came closer.
She watched him move as if in slow motion and found herself leaning toward him as well. Heat spiked in her. Butterflies fluttered in her belly.
Their lips touched. Briefly. Warm and soft and ah, she wanted more.
He pulled back slightly and looked at her. His eyes had changed to warm gold.
She didn’t move. Heat flared on her cheeks, but she couldn’t look away. He was mesmerizing. She craved another kiss.
As if he could read her mind, he kissed her once again.
She met his kiss with fervor, enjoying the way their tongues teased the other. The kiss deepened. She met his passion, enjoying the spicy taste mingled with a hint of the beer he’d drank. When he put his arms around her and pulled her closer, she felt his chest move up and down as he breathed. Her breasts hardened as they were tickled by the feel of his body rubbing hers.
Her arms went around him. Her hands moved across his back feeling the soft cotton of his shirt against the hardness of his muscles. She couldn’t stop herself from sliding her hand along his shoulders and up into the hair at his neckline. Thick and soft all at once.
He groaned and took a tendril of her hair, rubbing it between his fingers, and kissed her again. Soon her pony tail was pulled free and wild tresses cascaded around her shoulders. He tugged her head back and pressed his mouth harder against hers as if trying to bind them together.
Their kiss lingered. Her world spun at the electricity that surrounded them.
When he finally pulled away, the cold air slammed between them and emptiness knifed through her.
She looked into his eyes while her heart pounded. She fought to catch her breath while he ran his thumb down her cheek.
“I should stop.” He whispered.
“No. Not now.” She groaned. “Kiss me again.”
And he did. A kiss hard and full of passionate heat.
K. R. Bailey