Friday, September 27, 2013

The Forbidden Kiss

Book Title: Room 408
Author: M. Andrew Patterson


Before I can raise my hand to knock, the door swings open.  The ring tumbles to floor, forgotten.  He’s standing there, shirt undone, exposing his smooth, hard, chest.  My hungry eyes rove over his body.  His lips quirk in a knowing smile and I want to melt into him and taste their soft perfection.  The fire burning in the pit of my stomach roars to an inferno when I look into his brown eyes, so dark they are almost black.  They are like dark obsidian pools, both frightening and inviting at the same time.  I could lose my soul in those eyes and love each moment of it, all the while begging for more.

My breath stutters and my heart lurches in my chest.  His body beckons and I am a slave to my desire.  My steps are slow and unsteady, my eyes drowning in his, as I enter the den of my ruin.  His strong arms draw me close, his luscious lips a hairsbreadth from mine.  I don’t even notice the door closing behind me.  His eyes, his lips, his body pressed against mine are all that I want.
I ache to caress his lips with mine, to let his tongue explore me, but as I move forward, he moves back, teasing.  His breath warms my lips and my tongue runs along their trembling surface wanting, desiring.  I want to run my hands through his hair and shove my tongue down his throat, but still he teases me.  He wants me to beg.  I want to beg for release.  I’m about to explode into a million pieces with desire.

It’s a game; I move forward, and he draws me further into his domain, always tempting, yet no release.  I moan in desperation.  His laugh is dark and smoky and the sound of it makes my knees buckle.  His arms tighten around me, holding me tight.  His lips brush mine.  The tip of his tongue tastes my lips and I shudder.

His mouth captures mine and my soul explodes.  Tremors cascade over my body as his tongue explores my mouth, twining with my tongue, teasing, tasting.  I melt into his mouth and moan.  My hands frantically claw at his shirt, my nails scratching the perfection of his chest.


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Thursday, September 26, 2013

This Is What A Kiss Is

Book Title: (WIP)
Author: Jenny Kaczorowski
Heat: <3 Sweet <3

Watch for the bold text. That's my doing, not Jenny's. Her words are beautiful, and if you learn anything from this blog, that bold text is what it should be.


We’re the last ones awake - Josiah and me. Everyone else has drifted into bedrooms or up to the loft. Rachael’s dad went to bed ages ago, somehow trusting a bunch of teenagers to not do anything stupid. I’m pretty sure there’s more sex happening in this house than most college dorms.

But here, in the den, it’s just me and Josie and the crackle-whisper-rush of the fire roaring in the hearth. My legs tangle with his, a blanket caught up in our inside jokes and private memories.

“Thank you,” I say, touching his hand.

“For what?” He squeezes my fingers.

“Letting me forget.” I drop my head against his shoulder. There’s this hollow spot against his chest that cradles my head. Perfectly.

“You know I’d do anything for you,” he says. “Right?”

I do, but something in his voice isn’t right. “Hey, nobody has died. Yet. I mean, you look so sad.”

This time the top right part of his lips curls into a smile, but nothing more. “I’m going to change everything with one word. One stupid, nonsensical word.”

I stand in front of him and hold out my hand. “Lets go to bed. We can talk about words tomorrow.”

“Why are you avoiding this?” He rises, but without touching my hand. He’s so tall in the shifting firelight. His presence is everywhere, in everything. It’s the air in my lungs and the cold creeping through my socks.

“Because I don’t want anything to change.” I want to dodge around him and run for the stairs, anything except listen to Josie ruin the one thing I’m sure of: us.

“I have to.” He’s even closer, trapping me between the heat of his body and the heat of the fire. “I’m tired of lying. To myself and especially to you.”

My throat aches, too raw and too dry. “Please.”

“I love you, Addy."

I think my jaw hits the floor. My shoulders sag and I step back to catch myself. Very graceful, romantic stuff. Exactly how I’m sure Josie pictured it when -


I flick my eyes up to the hope and anguish and resignation hovering around him.

“I just think you should know that.” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

I lift my head to face him.

Josie looks at me and it’s the look I always wanted from Shawn. It’s a gaze that sees me, drinks me in like I am the only air he’ll ever need. Like I’m a treasure.

His thumb sweeps across my bottom lip on it’s way to my cheek. The fire and ice it leaves in its wake scares me, but not nearly as much as whatever is boiling inside me.

“I don’t understand,” is all I can get out.

A smile creeps across his lips and I can’t look away. I can’t tear my eyes away from his mouth.

“Don’t you?” His long fingers works their way through my hair, coming together at the back of my head. He tips my head back.

I do understand.

“How long...?”

He bends until his forehead grazes mine. “I don’t know.”

“How can you not know? This is huge and life changing and...” I’m panicking because if he doesn’t kiss me, I’ll die and if he does kiss me, I’m ruining that special thing I’ve only ever had with Josie and why does he smell so freaking good?

He moves to speak into my ear. Not a whisper, but a hushed, reverent church voice. “I don’t think you wake up one day in love,” he says. “I think you wake up and realize that thing you’ve felt for a long time is called love.”

The panic burst into a zillion butterflies, all scrambling to escape my stomach and soar, taking my heart with them.

Because now I know.

I press up on my toes, gathering Josie’s shirt into my fists.

A moan escapes me the moment our lips meet. This is what a kiss is, this feeling of our lips and tongues and bodies anticipating and dancing and leading and following. It’s a fencing bout, a waltz, a synchronized swim. For every movement, every subtle shift I make, he matches with his own.

I’m lost.

His hands slip from my hair, down my back, pressing me against him. As if I could be any closer. As if he could press us together and we’d never have to inhabit our own, solitary bodies again.

There’s something wild inside me, fighting to get out. My fingers turn to claws, tearing at his hair, scrambling for more.

His hands slide down to my legs and I hoist myself up, locking my legs around his waist. We tumble backwards onto the couch and he’s on top of me and he’s all I want. All I’ve ever wanted.

I have his shirt off before I know what I’m doing and then I stop.

Because under his scrawny, nerdy exterior, Josie is ripped.

My fingertips trace the lines carved into his stomach and I have to fight a giggle. Josie, my Josie, has a six-pack.

He looks bewildered. Mussed. His glasses are askew and his hair is on end. His lips - his beautiful, soft, tasty lips - are parted.

I sit up to meet him and slide his glasses off his nose, setting them on the coffee table.

“I love you too,” I whisper, leaning into him.

“Addy.” His hands are on the bare skin of my back, his thumbs making circles against my ribs. How does Josie know how to touch me like this?


He laughs, the air vibrating in his chest. A soft, low chuckle. Music to my soul. “We don’t have to do everything tonight.”

I giggle because this conversation is ridiculously easy.


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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Forbidden Kiss

(Also known as the "Oh you totes don't want to break up. You love me. Awesome!" Kiss.)

Book Title: NEVER, NEVER
Author: Brianna Shrum
Heat: Steamy


Tiger Lily looked directly at him, and he thought what he saw in her eyes was guilt. Panic overtook him. This was it. She had come to end it for good. His throat constricted.

“James, I-”

“Don’t say it,” he said hoarsely, unwilling to hear what he knew she would tell him in moments. “Please, don’t.”

A better man could have handled it. A stronger man would have heard her out and sent her away and slept off the pain, or drunk it off. Clearly, he was neither better nor stronger. With the girl in the room, he was nothing but vulnerable and raw. He hated it at this moment, more than ever.

“James,” she said, taking a step toward him.

James turned away from her. He was fully aware that his actions were those of a child. But the pulse pounding dangerously in his throat and the sweat breaking out all over him made it impossible for him to react in any other way.

“Please, James, just-”

“No,” he pleaded, “Pease, don’t even tell me. I cannot hear it from you. “

Tiger Lily made a sound of exasperation and forced her way in front of him.

“You fool pirate,” she said, and she grabbed his head and kissed him. The feel of her mouth took his breath away and at first, he didn’t even kiss her back, he was in such shock. But, he quickly came to his senses and kissed her with everything in him.

Tiger Lily pulled away for a moment. “What did you think I’d come to say?”

His voice was husky. “I thought you’d come to tell me you were leaving me.”

“I’ve made my choice, James Hook.”

“Have you?”

“I cannot spend my life loving a…a child”

James’ pulse quickened.

“And can you spend it loving a pirate?”

Tiger Lily stared up at him. Both of them were frozen, it seemed, heavy breath the only sound in the room. But Tiger Lily broke the spell. She brought his mouth to hers, and James encircled her body with his powerful arms, forgetting about the blanket, letting it fall to the floor. He breathed into her, a low, guttural groan that came from the depths of him, and he let go of all the passion he’d been restraining for so long.

He pressed his chest hard against her and pushed her into the cabin wall, and she gasped. James tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her over and over, deeper and with more longing than he’d ever done. The touch of her was exquisite, overwhelming. He was reluctant to pull back from her lips, but he had a greater need to explore the rest of her.


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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Intense-to-Hilarious Kiss

Book Title: (WIP)
Author: Jenny Kaczorowski
Heat: Flirty


“Go fish.” She rested her head against his shoulder and tilted her eyes to watch his. The smile that extended beyond his lips curved his cheek, rearranging the landscape of his face.

He picked up a card and slid it into his hand without meeting her gaze. “Your turn.”

“Do you have any hearts?”

Now his eyes swept to hers and held her still. “You already took my heart.” There was no levity. No room for the words to sound as cornball as they should. “Two turns ago.”

“Oh. Right.” She lifted her head and shifted away from him. “I guess I’ll take a card.”

“That is how the game works.”

Her cheeks felt hotter than a sunburn. “Right. I just.” She made the mistake of looking up. “I thought for a second you didn’t mean the cards.” Her voice barely squeaked out, but she could hold it back either.

“I didn’t.”

“Bastian.” His name came out laced with pleading, but she wasn’t sure what for.

“I’m here as a friend,” he said. “And I will leave as a friend, but you should know you have me in your hands.”

“Bastian, I’m not who you want me to be.”

“Because of your past? Your reputation? I thought we were past that.”

“Because I am not a good person.”

He set down his cards and shifted. “There are no good people, only broken people trying to do the right thing.”

“What about you? You’re the best person I know.”

He leaned further into her, his body pressed to hers. “You have no idea what kind of terrible thoughts I’m thinking right now.” The hungry sparkle in his eyes more than his words kicked her heart into hyperdrive.

He kissed her or she kissed him. Either way, one minute they were staring each other down and the next their lips were pressed together. It’s took a second, a quick repositioning, to take the hard, awkward smash of over-eager lips and transform into something soft and subtle and oh, sweet sunshine, what did he just do with his tongue?

Summer lost her balance and clutched his shirt, bringing him with her onto the lush carpet.

He was stronger than she expected, more agile. His hands moved along her arms, bringing them up above her shoulders and knotting his fingers in hers.

In some other world, a boy pinning her down was something to fear, to fight, but the warmth and weight of him, pressed belly to belly, hip to hip, mouth to mouth, is nothing more or less than freedom.

He kissed her sweet and slow and deliberate, like he was systematically erasing every other boy from her lips and her mind and her heart.

Oh, her heart. It beat against her chest, against his, in the veins in her neck, and in her fingertips.

And her tongue tingled with peppermint. Everything about him was clean and fresh and just the right amount of rough. The slightest shadow of scruff brushed her cheek, the touch so light it set off fireworks in her brain and a soft cry of delight broke free, muffled by his mouth.

“Are you that ticklish?” he whispered too close to her skin.

“I’m not.” Her breathing hitched in an unreasonable rhythm.

His cheek brushed hers again, a bazillion nerve endings firing at once.

“Not.” She had to squeeze her eyes shut and teased her body to hold back the twitching.

He popped up to look at her. “Liar.” He released her hands and caught her around her middle, fingers tickling up and down her bare skin.

She laughed so hard it hurt, rocking and rolling and half-heartedly pushing him. Her elbow collided with his face and he jerked away.

“Oww!” He held his hands to his face, glasses askew. A drop of blood slipped through his fingers and landed on her shirt.

“Shit.” Her eyes went wide. “Shit. Sorry. What do I do? What do you do?”

“It’s fine.” His hands muffled his voice. “It’ll stop in a few minutes.”

“What if it doesn’t?”

He shrugged. “I’ll need an infusion of clotting factor.”


He laughed, disentangling himself. “You should see your face.”

“You could bleed out on me or something, right?”

“It’s better if I stay calm.” He stumbled toward the kitchen and grabbed a damp washcloth to hold to his nose.


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Monday, September 23, 2013

The Last-Minute-Goodbye Kiss

Book Title: FATHOM
Author: Hero London
Heat: <3 Sweet <3

Calder and Olivia have gone through over two-hundred pages of hate and awkwardness to get to this point, and the simplicity of this kiss is perfect for them.


I stood, biting my lip, unsure what to do about this goodbye. He did a half-smile and reached out to pull me in. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on longer than I had with any of the others.

“Please stay in touch,” I said into his ear.

“I promise.”

I kissed his cheek, quick and soft so the others wouldn’t see. As I released him, my cheeks grew warm. While Walter, Uther, and Eamon filed out of the house, Calder hugged me again.

“If I hadn’t been so stupid…” he said.

“It’s okay. You’d better go, they’re waiting for you.”

His eyes searched my face. Just do it, I kept thinking, just go for it. I wanted to yank him toward me. I wanted a real goodbye… but he stepped back and turned to go, his eyes lingering on me for a moment. Then The Scotsman walked up the path to where the Irishman, the German, and the South African were waiting.

Samantha would be furious at me when she found out. Not as furious as I was with myself though. I closed the door with regret and went to go to my room. I hadn’t taken more than two steps when the door flew open. I whirled around.

“Calder, what—”

In two long strides, he was there, holding my face in both hands, and his lips were on mine. I drew my arms around his neck and kissed him back, breathed him in, and held him tight as his arms wound around my waist. I don’t know how long we stood there. Not long enough. When our lips parted, we remained in our firm embrace, forehead against forehead, his breathing quick and earnest.

Then, sooner than I wanted, his hold on me loosened. His hand touched my cheek. He kissed my brow.

“I’ll call as soon as I can,” he whispered. I nodded. He let me go. His desire to stay was deep in his eyes. But he all too soon he was out the door again and didn’t come back.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

The Ferris-Wheel Kiss

Book Title: EVER
Title: Jessa Russo
Heat: Flirty

This scene is from EVER, the first book of The EVER Trilogy, re-released today! Check it out on Goodreads! This kiss is not just Ever’s first with Toby, but because she’s been in love with her dead best friend for so long, this is her very first kiss period.


The sun was gone from the horizon, but I could make out most of the coastline's twinkling lights, so since we were delayed for the time being as people boarded the ride below us, I took the chance to point out a few landmarks along the coast.

He took the chance to lean in toward me.

I was mid-sentence, pointing something out to him, when I froze, realizing what he was doing. I inhaled a quick breath as my heart rate increased once again. Holy shit. He leaned over and lightly brushed his thumb against my lips, sending tingles through my entire face. His other hand still held my hand between us, and I hoped it wasn't sweating profusely.

My mouth was open—both from the shock of his touch and the fact that I had been talking just seconds ago—and I quickly shut it, swallowing loudly, and hoping that he couldn't tell how nervous I was. Or how incredibly excited I was by the prospect of my very first kiss.

Oh god. What if I'm bad?

My heart raced in anticipation and fear, and the butterflies in my stomach moved from light fluttering to somersaults and back flips. My entire body seemed filled with sensations totally foreign to me. Feelings and worries I'd never experienced.

He licked his lips, leaned in further, and kissed me. He was a bit hesitant at first, kissing me slowly and gently, making sure he wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

I closed my eyes and leaned in to him, my lips parting just a bit, mimicking his, and following his lead. It felt both strange and exciting to kiss him, our tongues slightly touching, and his lips moving around mine. He kissed me delicately and each change in the movement of his lips sent intense shivers down my spine. Warmth built deep in my belly, and I feared I might laugh from the nervous excitement of it all.

After a moment that was far too short, the Ferris wheel began its descent, and Toby pulled away to look at me with those velvety blue-black eyes. I couldn't help the smile that pulled fiercely at my lips.

He smiled, and this time I was sure he could hear my heart beating. How could he not? I sure could. It thumped away rapidly in my ears, deafening in its excitement.


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