This Kiss Thursday: Cate Dean #tkt

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Don’t you just love the first kiss in a romance? This week author Cate Dean serves us up a delicious one from her book, Final Hours.

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“I have to go.” He moved past her, tried to ignore the beautiful, dark blue eyes that followed him. “Mac will see that you get home safely.”

“Be careful.”

Those quiet words stopped him. He let out his breath, turned around. Elizabeth stood at the end of the console, blonde hair caressing her bare arms, those blue eyes watching him.

With a string of curses running through his head, Kane stopped fighting the attraction.

“Bloody hell—”

In front of God and all his colleagues, he strode over to Elizabeth, hauled her up against his chest, and kissed her.

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Elizabeth knew, when she saw his eyes change, just what he had planned as he stalked back across the lab.

She couldn’t move, could hardly breathe.

When he swept her up and his lips possessed hers, she expected a hot, fierce, angry kiss. Instead, his lips gentled, exploring hers. The effect was devastating.

He broke through every barrier she’d spent years building, and she felt her heart open to him, trembling, vulnerable.

Both arms reached up to wrap around his neck, and her fingers slid into his thick, unruly hair. He tasted like mint. She let out a low moan when he eased her mouth open, deepening the kiss. She forgot their audience, forgot her fear of becoming attached to a man who would leave her alone, forgot everything but the feel of his lips, the strength of his arms, the heat of his body.

His hand slipped up her back, tangled in her hair as he angled her head, pulled her in deeper. Heat spiraled through her, and the need to get closer had her arching in to him.

She could feel his rapid heartbeat, hear his ragged breath as he started to lose control. Or was that her breath, so fast and hard it made her lightheaded?

Kane broke off the kiss, staring down at her.

“God help me,” he whispered, just before he dove in again.

This time it was fierce and hungry, and she rode the wild emotions, abandoning any attempt to hold back. His demanding mouth, the hands that curved over her hips and pressed her tightly against him refused to let her retreat.

She lost herself in the heat, in the need for another person she had never felt before. A need she protected herself from, in a life that had no guarantees, and more disappointment than she thought she could ever take and stay whole—

This time she broke off the kiss, fighting to catch her breath, terrified that it was too late. Kane rested his forehead against hers, his own breathing just as labored. “I simply meant to say goodbye.”

“That was some goodbye,” she whispered.

“Too much?” Humor edged his deep voice.


With a quiet sigh, he pressed his lips to her temple. “Ready for this?”


His laughter soothed her nerves. “I need you to ease your death grip on my neck, love.”

The endearment had her tensing again. Oh, yes—it was too late. She liked him before they landed in his time. Now she wanted him. How the hell was she supposed to forget the way his lips felt on hers, the raw, uncontrollable emotion he stirred in her?

She lowered her arms, and Kane eased her to the floor. Heat rushed across her face as everyone in the lab applauded.


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*The first in an exciting time travel romance series*

Time brought them together – will it also tear them apart?

Final_Hours_coverElizabeth Barritt fought hard to put her childhood behind her. Now she has the chance to move forward, to reach out for a new future.

And she does – right into Jackson Kane’s path. He is a time traveler, from the future, and on the hunt for a rogue agent.

Their attraction is immediate, unexpected – and for Kane, an unwanted distraction. When he is injured protecting Elizabeth, she makes a decision that will change both of their lives. She takes him home.

Once Kane is healed, he goes after the agent. But his journey back to war-torn London takes a sideways turn, forcing Elizabeth to make another choice. She follows him into the past, to help him stop one man from changing their future.

***For readers 18 and older.***

 *Includes a preview of First Breath, Book Two of the Love in Time series.

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This Kiss Thursday: Jamie Wesley #tkt

tkt headerThis Kiss Thursday highlights first kisses in awesome romance and young adult books. Every week, we feature a different author and a different kiss. There’s just something about that first time two people slip in a kiss and tumble into love.

This week, we feature Jamie Wesley and her newest release, Slamdunked by Love.



“Quite a night, huh?” she asked, collapsing on the bench next to the stand. She crossed her legs, the split in her dress giving him a too-tempting glimpse of her thigh.
He loosened his tie, his need for air sudden and desperate. Throughout the night, he’d managed to not think about how much she affected him by concentrating on blackjack and meeting fans. But now they were alone. “You can say that again. Scoot over.”

She looked up at him with a sly smile. “Why? I like having the bench all to myself.”

“I’ve gotten a crook in my neck looking down at you all night. This is too much of a difference for me to take.” He sat next to her, careful not to look at the bared flesh. Careful not to touch.

Indignation settled on her face. “I’m not that short.”

He loved riling her. She made it so easy. Somehow he managed to hold back a grin. “Yeah, compared to a five-year-old.”

She snorted. “You must give lessons on how to flatter a woman.”

“I do. I give other lessons, too.”

“Oh, yeah, like what?” Her lush mouth called to him yet again.

Before he could think about stopping himself, he leaned in and said, “How to treat a woman right. How to make a woman feel better than she ever has before.”

She met his gaze squarely, but her voice came out shaky. “Don’t try that on me. I’m immune.”

“You are?”

“Yep. Sure am.” A jerky nod accompanied the statement.

He reached up and brushed aside a strand of hair blowing against her cheek, his fingers lingering against the soft, fragrant skin. His eyes searched hers.

Her eyes darkened, but to her credit, she didn’t back away. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to figure you out.”

“I’m just me,” she whispered.

“That’s what I find so intriguing.”

Her lips parted, like she was having trouble drawing in breath. The Texas November night air was still sultry, yes, but that wasn’t why she was having trouble. He wanted, needed to kiss her. Taste those lips that had been taunting him all night. He lowered his head. And touched nothing but air.

“What’s taking the valet so long?” Caitlin asked, looking in the direction of the garage.

Brady blinked, struggling to come out of the trance she’d put him in. “Wh—?”

Caitlin’s mouth landed on top of his, cutting off his question. Desire, which he’d managed to keep in check up until now, stormed through his defenses like he did on a breakaway to the basket. She tasted sweet, like champagne and the strawberries she’d nibbled on throughout the night.

All the reasons why he shouldn’t, couldn’t start something with her no longer mattered. He couldn’t remember them anyway. Now that he’d had one taste of her, he wanted more. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her closer until she was draped across his chest, her scent, that of peaches, clouding his senses. His tongue teased her bottom lip until she opened up with a moan that fed his desire. He slipped inside, dying to get more of the taste that was driving him out of his mind. Delicious. Sweet. So damned good.

She was right there with him, her talented lips and tongue enticing him to deepen the kiss, pressing her lithe body against him, sending blood rushing to his lap. What was she doing to him? He teetered on the edge of a cliff. Only the sound of an approaching car stopped him from falling over.

Slowly, reluctantly, they drew away from each other. Arousal swirled in the depths of her brown eyes. Arousal that matched his own.

His pulse beating hard in his ears, he gulped for air. Desperate to regain some control, he cleared his throat and asked, “What was that about?”


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Revenge is supposed to be sweet…

Caitlin Monroe is ready to confront her past. Years ago, her father ditched her mother for the NBA, leaving her pregnant and alone. Now he’s a big-shot coach, and Caitlin’s ready to take the so-called “ family man” down. But on her way to the team gala, her car dies, and it’s her father’s sexy new star player who comes to her rescue.

Brady Hudson wants nothing more than to put his past behind him and concentrate on winning the championship for his new team. But when he finds himself the recipient of unwanted attention—attention that could destroy his career—he introduces the beautiful woman he saved on the side of the road as his “girlfriend.”

Brady needs to focus on his job. And Caitlin isn’t about to date an athlete whose career is riding on her father—though he is a convenient way to get the dirt she needs. But sometimes love has other ideas, and it’s not long before their pretend relationship becomes a liability neither can resist…

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This Kiss Thursday: Victoria Dahl #tkt

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Welcome to This Kiss Thursday where we celebrate that very first kiss from our favorite romance books. This week, Victoria Dahl give us a sweet taste from her erotic historical, Angel. And for a limited time, you can pick up Angel free at participating ebook retailers. So step away from your pc and have a read as this books hotter than a steamy TubeV Sex movie.

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Melisande stripped off last night’s sheets and remade the bed, aware of Bill quietly watching. She unlaced her boots and placed them carefully under the chair in the corner, then unbuttoned her dress.

When she went to hang it, she caught sight of herself in the mirror on her door and stopped to look at the necklace nestled against her throat. The shell was so delicate. Pink and lustrous against her skin. She touched it and tipped her head up to let the pendant catch more light. She slipped her chemise down her shoulders so all she could see was her skin and the ribbon around her neck and the pendant. Did Bill like the way it looked?

Turning back to him, she removed the rest of her clothing and stood naked before him. He took her in with a hot, hungry look, but he didn’t grab for her. His hands stayed loose at his sides.

She approached him slowly, easing his coat from his broad shoulders with flattened hands so she could feel the man beneath the cloth. His coat dropped to the floor and she reached for the buttons of his shirt. Before she could open half of them, he stilled her hands with his, then tipped her chin up.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered just before his mouth met hers. Plenty of men had kissed her in the course of her work, but no one had ever kissed her like this. Gently, carefully, his lips brushing over hers with no teeth or tongue or spit. He kissed her like she was precious instead of cheap. Priceless instead of easily bought.

She was already naked. He could just open his trousers and push himself into her. He didn’t have to kiss her. But he did.

And when his tongue finally touched hers, she whimpered, actually whimpered as if it weren’t the thousandth tongue she’d ever tasted. He was sweet and spicy from the treat they’d shared, and Melisande found herself pushing up on her toes for more of his mouth.

His big hands moved to her back and then her ass and when his mouth left hers, she gasped for air. The gasp melted into a sigh when he leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth nipping a little at the skin beneath her ear. Arching her neck for more, she let him lay her back on the bed.


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This Kiss Thursday #tkt

couple kissingWelcome to the inaugural This Kiss Thursday Post. Each week, we’ll feature a first kiss excerpt from wonderful YA and romance novels. You know…kissing books.

There is something special about the first kiss between a couple. Sometimes they are awkward, sometimes sweet, sometimes SMOKIN’.  Sometimes, all three.

Editor's Note: That lipstick in This Kiss graphic is too phallic


To start us out, we’re going all the way back to 2011 to FALLING UNDER. Theia and Haden are my most romantic couple so far. Something about a demon boy and a bookworm makes my heart skip a beat. Enjoy their first kiss…

Falling Under by Gwen Hayes   “I’d like my first kiss now.” I held my hand to his lips when he tried to argue. I moved my hand to his cheek, searching his eyes for understanding. “I know you must have dreamed what that kiss would be like—to kiss a girl who saw you as a whole, not as just what you showed.”
He shook his head. “No. I never dreamed of kissing a girl—I only ever dreamed about kissing you.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I smiled, feeling the heat of my ever returning blush. Then a prickle of cold followed the heat. “Our time is growing short isn’t it?”
He gripped my hand on his cheek, grasping me to him even as he spoke. “I should leave you be.”
I closed my eyes and waited, pursing my lips.
A chaste touch of lips dotted my forehead. I tried to memorize everything. The way he smelled, the touch of his lips, soft and warm on my skin, the sound of the river gurgling contentedly behind us. The next brush was softer yet, but his hand pushed into my hair. His lips traced a light path to my temple. Then my cheek. Still softly, they roamed like whispers. He paused and my eyelids fluttered open. His eyes were dark promises, trained on me.
“Kiss me, Haden.”
Both hands moved to cup my jaw, and he leaned down. His lips met mine, a light brush. I could taste his nervousness. I hoped he could taste my delight. For a sweeter kiss had never been bestowed upon a girl. Not in storybooks or real life.
Not in Heaven or Hell.
Gently, he plied from me every dream I’d ever had with light sweeps of his mouth. He retreated briefly then dipped again, deepening the caress, parting my lips sweetly. Delight bloomed inside me, its roots strong and sure. Haden drew me tightly into an embrace, his kisses less tentative, and my answering mouth growing bolder.
He stole nothing of my essence, but instead gave to me his own.
“Good morning, Theia,” he murmured.
And I awoke to a new day.

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Falling Under Description:

In her dreams he’s irresistible—seductive, charming, and undoubtedly dangerous. But when he appears to her when she’s awake—and captivates her just the same—she’s not sure which way is up and which is down.

Theia Alderson has always led a sheltered life, not allowed the same freedoms as the rest of the teenagers in the small California town of Serendipity Falls. But when a devastatingly handsome boy appears in the halls of her school, she feels every urge she’s ever denied burning through her at the slightest glance from Haden Black. Theia knows she’s seen Haden before—not around town, but in her dreams.
Theia doesn’t understand how she dreamed of Haden before they ever met, but every night has them joined in a haunting world of eerie fantasy. And as the Haden of both the night and the day beckons her forward one moment and pushes her away the next, the only thing Theia knows for sure is that the incredible pull she feels towards him is stronger than her fear. And as she slowly discovers what Haden truly is, Theia’s not sure if she wants to resist him, even if the cost is her soul.