Her Secret Past is currently up for grabs at Cara Sutra’s place and I’ve had a fab review from Mel at Voluptasse saying it’s “…the perfect easy read this summer.” So I thought I’d pick a snog from it to share with you today.
For odd job man Ryan Taylor, being hired to clear clutter while ogling one of Hollywood’s hottest stars seems like easy money. A good way to escape his jealous, drunken girlfriend, Eve, who seems intent on making his life a misery. But Copse Cottage is haunted with his happy past, stirring anew his longing for the girl he used to call the best in the world.
A stolen beat-up suitcase is going to change everything—secrets will be revealed, hearts will be broken all over again and the biggest mystery of all will finally be answered.
I’m pushing the boundaries of ‘snog’ with this excerpt as two body parts ‘kiss’ but there’s not lips involved!
“Bugger,” I cursed and fell to my knees.
“Sorry, I must have fluffed the pass,” he apologised, dropping to the floor in front of me. “No, I think it was me. I didn’t realise we were playing rugby.”
I giggled and his hearty guffaw mingled with it. Just like the old days. That scared me. I panicked and wanted to get him away from me as soon as possible. I hadn’t known it was possible to swing between such extreme moods so fast. “I reckon we best call it a night,” I insisted. “I think I’m getting too tired to concentrate.”
“Yeah, time is marching on.” He looked at his watch after stuffing a handful of yellowed pages into the bin bag. “It’s nearly six anyway.”
It was a rather clichéd, like a scene from a corny romance, but we both reached for the same stray magazine and ended up bumping foreheads.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He pulled back. “Are you all right?”
I nodded, but he still ran his fingers over my forehead. His touch sent tingles down my body, to my toes and back again.
“No bump.” He ran his hand down my cheek and rubbed at it with his work-hardened thumb. “You’ll live.”
I couldn’t breathe, I’d forgotten how to. My brain had stopped working and the only part of my body in gear seemed to be my pussy. I wanted to press myself against him, to pull him towards me, onto me, into me and I didn’t care that it was dangerous and deeply inappropriate.
He coughed and moved back, clambering to his feet.
“Yes, I better go, better go. I need to see… Eve, yes, Eve.” His cheeks flamed red and his eyes dropped with guilt. I sprang to my feet too. Agitated like him, there was no doubt my cheeks glowed just as bright. I felt them burning. Damn, that had been too close to comfort. What would have happened if I’d kissed him? Would he have recognised my style? I’d had an overlapping tooth removed when I’d first gone to the States to flatten out my smile. Had it changed my kissing technique too? I inhaled deeply and tried to push the questions back into the depths of my mind.
“Yes, of course. Well, I’ll see you in the morning then.” He coughed.
“Yep, I’ll be here at eight but I’m going to get the skip emptied, so might it might be a bit before I come in’t house.” His Yorkshire accent thickened.
“Okay, well… I’ll see you when I see you.”
He tied the bin bag up and carried it off down the corridor over his shoulder. Like Santa with presents for the naughty boys and girls.
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