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Beyond happy to share with you Going After Indigo
See the book trailer: HERE
“What are you thinking about there, Dancing Queen?”
Clearing her throat, she quickly snaps her attention back to him.
“Nothing. I wasn’t thinking of anything.”
“Those blue eyes of yours tell a different story, Ms. Crystalline.”
He takes a step forward and she attempts to step back but can’t because there’s a car there. Duh!
“What … what are you doing?”
“I’m guessing what you and I have both been thinking about despite the aggravation with one another.”
Without another word, his big hands take hold of her face and pull her to him. When their lips meet any protest she may have had is dismissed. Instead, she finds herself lost in his kiss. His lips feel so wonderful against her own and the feeling it conjures starts a burning need to coil inside. His desire to make this kiss more is felt as he presses into her and coaxes her lips to part in order for his tongue to sweep into her awaiting mouth. She doesn’t know which of them moans first but the tremor she feels is all her own.
His hands begin a downward journey and she begins to reach upward to tangle her hand in his hair. When he reaches her taut nipple and gives it a squeeze, she almost convulses in reaction.
How long had it been since Mitchell? Mitchell. Yes, Mitchell. The mere thought of his name causes her body to instantly cool. Still, she reluctantly pulls back from the hungry kiss of the man before her.
“Um … I … hmm. I … I do need something from you. I need a ride home. My … the car … I have a flat tire and no spare.”
The knowing look on his face makes her want to crawl into a hole and hide.
“Don’t look at me like that. Whatever! You’re a damn good kisser. Woohoo for you. You had me for a moment. The moment is over. I … what are you doing?”
His body presses into her again and his hand slides into the front of her jeans. She didn’t think there would be enough room for him to get that big hand of his down there. His fingers glide over her center and she moans. Hearing her reaction to this man was too much. She couldn’t do this, be this person.
About the Author
“Reading makes me smile. Finding new authors makes it all worthwhile.”
I am a reader, a blogger, an author, a mother. I am a person, a human being with feelings. I run the gamut of emotions and love making new connections. I. Am. Woman!
On my page, you will find a multitude of things that inspire, enrich, and encourage. You will also see books I’m reading, authors I am looking forward to reading or have read.
Most of all, you’ll see the works I have in store for lovers of mystery, romance, and paranormal along with the insanity that is my personality.
Enjoy and share, all is fair.
*RS*
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