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.
*****
Happy Reading!
K. R. Bailey
www.KRBailey.com
