Today, I’m at The Romance Studio doing their Book-a-Day Giveaway. Go check it out at http://www.theromancestudio.com/bad_form.php to sign up to win a free signed copy of my first published novel, One Sizzling Summer. One Sizzling Summer is the title of my first novel, released back in February of this year. It is about an American college professor who meets a British actor while in London working on her Ph.D. They have a “Sizzling Summer” affair that neither can forget, but feel they are at the brink of a major leap ahead in their careers. Do they have time for a full-time romance, or will One Sizzling Summer have to be enough?
Here is an excerpt from the book. (May be too steamy for some readers, so proceed with caution!):
Quinton shook his head and began to follow her, purposely lagging behind to allow himself the pleasure of watching her firm ass sway in synchronized rhythm with her steady gait. As before, the effect she had on him was immediately physical, and he was again on the verge of a raging erection watching her graceful, fluid movements. He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear the memory of how she had felt cuddled between his thighs the previous morning.
He quickly caught up with her, and they ran side by side for quite some time in comfortable silence.
Ava continued to keep up her brisk pace, but soon said obligingly to Quinton, “You don’t have to lag behind with me. I know with your long legs, you could be over that next hill and out of sight by now.”
He didn’t pause long before saying, without looking at her, “Maybe I don’t want to be out of sight right now.”
She gave him a devilish grin and said, “Okay then, maybe I’ll be the one to get there first.” She poured on the speed and began to sprint away from him, heading for the top of the hill. She knew the entrance to the park was close once she was on the other side.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Quinton shouted after her as he rapidly picked up his own pace. She was surprisingly fast for someone so tiny. Granted, she was all muscle underneath that curvaceous body, he thought to himself as he recalled having his hands firmly planted on her bare waist when they had collided in the park. He hadn’t been able to put her out of his mind since that first meeting. When he wasn’t thinking about her firm body, he was thinking about her green eyes or stunning smile. He even caught himself imagining what her hair would look like if it were hanging loose around her shoulders while as she looked into his eyes as she had done when lying upon his chest. The tightening in his lower extremities gave him a sudden urge to pour on all the speed he could in order to overtake her.
* * * *
Ava was just turning into the park when she felt an arm wrap around her waist and swing her about, dropping her several feet back from where she had been.
“Gotcha! See you, love,” Quinton called over his shoulder as she stood there momentarily slack-jawed and immobilized.
“No fair. You cheated!” she yelled at him as she took off once again. He turned and jogged backward as he grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her. That was all it took for Ava to draw out every ounce of energy she had left and race on to catch up with him. He turned and continued ahead of her. When she reached him, she jumped on his back, threw her arms around his neck, and chanted, “Cheater, cheater, cheater. Cheaters never win.”
* * * *
He begged to differ with her as he grabbed at both of her bare thighs in an effort to keep her from falling. Her breasts were mashed squarely against his shoulder blades, and the grip around his waist with her smooth, long legs wasn’t leaving much to the imagination. He was definitely the winner in his own eyes.
Quinton reached behind and, with a move as smooth as a ballroom dancer, swung her around and held her in his arms, her legs dangling, as he laughed and slowed his jog to a walk. Ava was laughing as he came to a halt on the path. They both stopped laughing and looked into each other’s eyes. Quinton looked at her full lips that were slightly parted, and leaned down until his own lips were just a breath away from hers. He looked back into her eyes for an instant and closed the space between their mouths by gently kissing her perfectly shaped upper lip. Ava held still in his arms, allowing him the freedom to explore her mouth at will. He began to softly kiss the corners of her mouth before he moved on to her lower lip. He sucked on it ever so gently before covering her mouth, deepening the kiss as he relaxed his hold on her, letting her slide down the length of his body. She remained in his arms as he lifted his head. Smiling and looking into her eyes, he said, “Well now…there you go.”
* * * *
Ava’s heart was pounding frantically in her chest as she opened her eyes and looked into his darkened gaze. She had found herself fantasizing about such a kiss since she first met him. When she should have been reading her assigned book, she kept reliving those moments after they collided and had stared silently into each other’s eyes before reacting to the incident itself. Her pulse had quickened then, too. When she was in the auditorium, supposedly listening to one of the top experts in her field, she was thinking about the warmth of his hands around her waist. She was sure when she looked in a mirror, she would find that his handprints had branded her bare flesh where he had touched her. And she couldn’t even allow herself to dwell on the massive arousal she had felt growing between them as she’d lain on top of his chiseled body. Now that he had truly kissed her, she realized the fantasy kiss was nowhere even close to how good the reality of it felt. She wasn’t too sure of how she should react. Finally, she did what she always did when she was unsure of herself. She made a joke. “Oh, think again, Mr. Worthington. You’ll have to do something better than that to distract me if you want to beat me to the finish line”
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