Friday, September 22, 2017

First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “Three Days” by Cynthia W. Gentry

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Cynthia W. Gentry, and an excerpt from her Erotic Ménage Romance novel, “Three Days.”

Claire, 34, seems to have it all: a great job writing for a prominent San Francisco magazine and a hunky-yet-Harvard-smart boyfriend, Trey. But in fact, Claire suffers from a bad case of writer’s block, and her relationship with Trey has become more roommate than lover.

On a trip to New York, where their hotel unexpectedly gives them a suite, Trey makes one of Claire’s wildest sexual fantasies—a threesome—come true with the help of the mysterious Rich, a male escort. The connection between Claire and Rich is instant and electric.

Once she and Trey return home, Claire can’t stop thinking about Rich, who has awakened her dormant libido and her long-repressed desire to be sexually dominated. Unfortunately, Trey can’t stop thinking about the evening either, and breaks up with Claire, though each loves the other deeply.

When Rich shows up in San Francisco, Claire is drawn into a dangerous sensual journey that tests her limits and culminates over three erotic days. Will she have to choose between her love for Trey and her obsession with Rich, and make a decision that could tear her heart in two?

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I lead them in to the suite’s living area. Trey rolls his eyes toward the bedroom and grins.  I feel my face getting warm as I reach past him to pull the door shut.

“The mini-bar is that way,” I tell them. I stick with tequila. Rich and Trey pour themselves scotch from tiny bottles. I try not to think about the bill. I’m suddenly very thirsty, and Rich goes to get ice. While he’s gone, Trey sits down on an armchair and stretches his legs out on the ottoman.

“Come here,” he says. I squeeze into the chair with him. He looks into my eyes. “It’s good to travel with you. Every time we do, I’m reminded of what a hottie you are. Don’t make that face. You are. I see how guys look at you.”

“Huh. I see more women looking at you.”

There’s a long pause. My mind is suddenly blank.

“Kiss me,” he says.

My heart begins pounding. This is ridiculous. I know this guy like the back of my hand.

“No tongue. Rich will be back any second.”

“Sure. No tongue.”

I tilt my head up and let him kiss me. At first he keeps his lips closed. Then his tongue slips between my lips. The heady, peaty fragrance of scotch fills my mouth.

“You said no tongue,” I say, but I don’t pull my head away.

“I lied,” he answers, and keeps going. I’d forgotten what a good kisser he is. Then I hear the click of the lock and the door. Rich.

I pull away from Trey, embarrassed. “Sorry, Rich.” But Trey doesn’t let me go and Rich only smiles.

“Don’t worry about it. It looked like fun.” He pours me a glass of water, which he sets on the coffee table. He sits down on the ottoman, near our feet.

“It is fun,” Trey says. “She’s a good kisser.” He turns to me. “Rich broke up with his girlfriend recently.” If this is calculated to get my sympathy, it works.

“Oh God,” I say. “Then you don’t need to watch us kissing.” I try again to pull away, but Trey doesn’t break his grip.

“Yes, I do,” Rich says.

At times like these, there comes a moment when we make decisions. To decide whether to stay with what is familiar and tell ourselves that we are being good, or to go with the unknown. And though I don’t consciously know it, it’s at this moment that I’ve chosen the latter.

“There’s only one problem,” I hear Rich say. Trey and I are kissing deeply now. He has pulled me closer to him. I’m letting him stroke my back, my ass. At Rich’s words, we stop and look at him.

“I’m sitting here thinking how much I’d like to be kissing those beautiful lips myself.” His words are catnip to me. I’m already wet between my legs, now I feel my lower lips fill with warmth, soften and open. My heart thuds in my chest. Can’t they hear it? I pull away from Trey and sit at the edge of the chair.

This man is a source, the fast-receding professional part of my mind tells me. Or is he? There’s something going on that I don’t quite understand.

I look at Trey. I have a feeling he’s on his way to being drunk. And so was I, but now I feel stone-cold sober.

“Go for it,” he whispers, his voice husky. “Kiss him.”

I picture myself as supremely benevolent, the Queen of Kisses, bestowing them out of charity and goodwill. I take Rich’s face between my hands and lean forward. My lips meet his and I’ve made another decision.

I start to really kiss him, my tongue searching out his, but he says, “Wait. Slow down.” He puts a hand on my cheek and kisses me gently with his lips closed, and then again. With each new kiss, he begins to slip his tongue a little further between my lips. We begin kissing deeply, his tongue playing with mine. Finally, I pull away.

“There,” I say. “How was that? Do you feel more included now?”

He smiles. “Trey is right. You are a good kisser. I’d like to kiss you again.”

“Don’t stop on my account,” Trey says. “Claire knows that I like to watch.” I do? He does? I push the thought away. We shift our positions so that I’m sitting on the edge of the chair with my back toward him, his legs on either side of me. He puts his hands on my hips…

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First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “An Inn Decent Proposal” by Sharon Buchbinder

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Sharon Buchbinder, and an excerpt from her Contemporary, Small Town, Romantic Suspense novel, “An Inn Decent Proposal.”

Jim Rawlings takes the biggest chance of his life—bidding at auction for a once-grand inn. Genie King attends the hotel auction, never expecting another LBC employee to bid at the sale—much less the guy she had a major crush on in high school. Working together means Jim must share long-hidden secrets. Will Genie reject the man with a past? Or will she love the man he's become?

First Kiss Excerpt

Genie nodded. “I swore off romance for a while. Became best-friends-forevah with every gay guy in New York City. Lots of great shopping stories.” She sipped her wine. “Fell like King Kong diving off the Empire State Building for my new executive chef at Asiatique. Man, was he hot.” She fanned herself.
A flash of jealousy surprised him. “And?”
“Hot, as in attractive and hot as in temper. As in throwing dishes, pots, anything at hand.” Genie shook her head. “He’s French—and as explosive as a volcano! I tried to leave the job the day after he threw an iron skillet, missed me, and dented the wall. I picked it up and threw it back at him.” She dusted her hands off. “The bastard blackballed me. Made sure I couldn’t leave. He threatened every high end restaurant owner in New York State, telling them he’d sue them for stealing his sous chef. No one would touch me with a flame proof oven mitt. My only way out was to start my own business. He’s the reason I’m here.”
Jim reached over and grabbed her hand. Heat pulsed off her palm. “What’s his address? I’ll send him a thank-you note.”
She stood and gave him a Mona Lisa smile. “Save your thanks for when you’re done with dinner.”
That was definitely a come-on. He admired her lovely derriere as she swayed past him to the kitchen.
As dusk fell, they moved into the dining room. She had placed the roses in a vase and set them on the buffet to the side. The table was set for two with fine china and glassware. Everything sparkled in the candlelight. She held a chair out for Jim, and once again placed a napkin on his lap, this time drawing out the ritual a tad longer. She was killing him. She breathed into his ear, sending frissons down his neck. “I hope you like the next course.”
Just to have something to hold onto—other than her—he clenched a soup spoon. And a white dish appeared in front of him in the center of which were large chunks of—
“Rich lobster soup with curry.” She poured a thick pink liquid around the lumps of shellfish.
Exotic scents rose on the steam grabbing his olfactory lobe, taking his brain to a new plane of existence. “Oh. My. God.”
“Some have likened my food to a religious experience.”
The lobster swam in the smooth soup with a hint of curry while his taste buds danced and sang hallelujah, hallelujah. “Any chance I could get this for dessert?”
She took her apron off and sat down. “Not tonight. I have other plans.”
The low cut lace top left little to Jim’s imagination. Torn between appetites, he wondered if there was an intermezzo. He needed to clear his palate—and knew just who he wanted to do it with.
“Are you enjoying your soup?”
“What? Yes. Very much.” He tore his gaze away from her breasts.
“Mind if we talk a little business?”
Only if it’s monkey business. “Sure.” He put his spoon down.
“I think we’d better have a lawyer check out Beth’s paperwork.”
After she told him about the odd conversation with the realtor in the grocery store, he raised one eyebrow. “She said he was from New Jersey?”
“Wearing a look on her face that implied he came out of a sewer. Not that I disagree with that assessment.”
“I have some experience with that state.” Jim rubbed his eyebrow. “Yes, we should get legal counsel. And we need to draw up some partnership papers, too.”
“Good idea.” She smiled, stood, and brushed her hand along his as she collected his dish. “Ready for your next course?”
She had no idea how ready he was.
Genie disappeared into the kitchen, then stuck her head back into the dining room. “Would you pour the wine for our next course, please?”
He lifted the decanter. The nose on the wine was outstanding. What was it? French? Californian?
She returned with two plates and placed them on the table. “Grilled lamb chops, pomegranate-and-saffron basmati rice.”
Jim closed his eyes and inhaled the aromas of lamb, the rich red fruit, and scented rice. Heaven. He was in heaven. “What kind of wine is this?”
“Cabernet—Robert Mondavi Reserve.”
He eyed her breasts and sipped his wine. “A perfect pair. Er—pairing.”
She covered her mouth with her napkin, but the crinkles around her eyes gave her away.
He savored every bite, gnawing at the bones until it looked as if they’d been dipped in acid. Then he licked his fingers clean. He glanced up and caught her watching him, a smile hovering on her lush red lips. Embarrassed, he wiped his fingers on the napkin. “I couldn’t help myself. The best lamb chops I’ve ever had.”
“Think you can handle dessert?”
His groin responded before he could open his mouth. “Depends on what we’re having.”
“A simple one—hot fudge sundae.”
He groaned and his erection demanded to be attended to. He slipped off his chair, onto his knees and clasped his hands together. “Please, please, please, may I have dessert?”
Now do you admit that my cooking makes men weak at the knees?”
He crawled to her chair, reached up and pulled her face down to his then slanted his mouth over hers. “Yes,” he breathed. “You were right. You have made my knees weak.” He pressed his lips against hers and she responded, opening her mouth. She tasted like pomegranates. He wanted more of her flavors. Now.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Meet the Characters - An Interview with Dr. Holly Babson from “Order of Malice” by Lisa Caviness

Today we’re talking to Dr. Holly Babson, from “Order of Malice,” a Romantic Thriller by Lisa Caviness. I understand that you’re a child psychologist. Let’s get started. I’m sure our readers are eager to learn more about you.

Do you care about what others assume about you?
Holly swallowed hard. “I hate to admit it, but yes.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “My father is an escaped convict. People judge. In my professional life, I’d prefer not to have my clients and colleagues question my background. I have deep and horrifying experiences in my past. I’ve learned over the years that keeping my family history private is much better than being pitied and having people assume I’m cut from the same cloth as other family members.”

Are you close to family?
“Absolutely!” Her expression brightened. “The twins and I went to live with my grandparents after my sister, Bethany died. They gave us a stable and loving home. My grandfather passed away several years ago but Gran is still going strong. The twins are now in college and we all are very close. My father sometimes contacts me, and although I worked with the police to aid in his capture, he lobs threats to hurt the twins or Gran. He’s an evil man. I’d do anything to protect my family.”

If someone from your past showed up, who would you most want it to be, and why?
Holly pulled at her lip while she ran her finger around the rim of her coffee mug. “I’d love to see and talk to my older sister, Bethany. We were very close. I remember the fun times we shared as sisters. We’d pretend to be other people in different lives or daydream about our futures. I could tell her anything. She was…” Her voice shook. “I miss her.”

If someone from your past showed up, who would you most NOT want it to be, and why?
The easy answer would be my father but I’d have to say, my mother. “She pushed a brown curly strand of hair away from her face. “She’s dead now but she was a complicated, unhappy person. Her children rarely saw the best side of her. I can remember on one hand the times I felt like my mother was actually present with Bethany and me, but by the time the twins came along those times were in the past. The twins didn’t have a chance to experience any semblance of the deep affection only a mother can provide. Maybe, I need to work through those issues, but she hurt me more than anyone.” Her voice softened. “Perhaps she was another victim of my father’s destruction.”

Describe a typical Friday night.
“I don’t date much. There’s hasn’t been anyone I wanted to trade my time for, until... I just met him.” She suppressed a smile. “Anyway, my roommate and I love movies and romance novels so many nights we’ll stay up reading, discussing books, or watching television. Although occasionally I’ll have a date or we’ll go out clubbing but sometimes, a book or a movie is a better option.”

What is your favorite food?
“Cooking and baking relax me. My favorite food is homemade cinnamon bread. I know carbs, but yum! The smell of fresh bread is almost as good as eating it.”

What would make you completely happy?
“If I could choose my happiness, I’d have an Earth shattering love with the man of my dreams. We’d live on the beach in a cute little house with an amazing kitchen and a den filled with books. We’d have two kids and a dog. I don’t need a ton of money or a huge house—just a great love and happy family. I’d also like to see the twins happy, thriving in their careers, and with their special people.”

If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?
“I’d bake something special I’ve been dying to try.” She smiled. “Then I’d take my creation and spend a few hours with Gran and the twins. For the remainder of the day, I’d hike the Virginia mountain trails with my best friend and watch the sunset.” She nodded. “Quieting my thoughts—now that would be a perfect day.”

Name three things that tick you off.
Holly focused on her hands and twirled her ring before answering. “Deceit, lies, and clutter.”

What was your first impression of your love interest?
Holly twirled her napkin. “I met Reid after tracking a missing teen, one of my patient’s, to his home. I discovered Reid was her uncle.

If this guy put a finger on Lila, I’ll have him tossed in jail so damn fast his… Holly couldn’t come up with an action as she stared at the hot guy in front of her. His pectoral muscles bulged against the Star Trek T-shirt. Original Star Trek, which gave him even more kudos. But she wasn’t here to ogle.

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Holly has dedicated her life to helping children, and that means she makes herself available day or night. When she’s not aiding endangered children, Holly has her own demons. She dreams of a life where her escaped convict father and the memories of her sister’s horrific death are both locked away. While helping a runaway teen, death returns to her doorstep, revealing the teen’s connection to The Order, a cult-like organization bent on using the teen for its malicious deeds. Further complicating matters, Holly meets the teen’s uncle, Reid Patterson. While her head urges her to run the other way, her heart pulls her toward Reid. As her past, her fears, and her heart are locked in vicious turmoil, Holly, along with Reid, must battle mysterious forces or face deadly consequences. 

Friday, September 15, 2017

First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “Planting the Seeds of Love” by N. N. Light

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, N. N. Light - a husband and wife writing team - and an excerpt from their Contemporary Romance novella, “Planting the Seeds of Love.”

Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather's estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather's dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.

When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack's embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

First Kiss Excerpt

Jack nodded and sat down, never breaking his intense gaze with Sally.

"Oh, God. Sally, are you okay? Doc called and told me what happened." His voiced cracked. He ran his fingers through his unkempt hair.

"Jack, I'm scared," she whispered. Tears spilled down her cheeks; she didn't bother to wipe them away.

He leaned forward and wiped her damp cheeks.

"Don't cry, Princess Sally, or else the king will be very upset." Humor crept into his voice, although it didn't reach his eyes.

When they were little, they would play castle make-believe. She was the princess and he was her knight in shining armor. As a knight, he would fight dragons and other beasts all in her name. He would rescue her from bad people and return her to safety. At the end of their game, he would say the same line.

Sally rubbed her eyes with her good hand.

"Oh Jack...I know how worried you are."

Jack snorted.

"You'll be the death of me yet, Sally Rayton." He pointed to his thick brown hair. "Look, in the past 48 hours I've grown grey hair."

"Imagine that," she teased. The corners of her mouth turned upwards. "Whatever will become of your flock of admirers?"

He chuckled before he turned serious.

"I want to hear it from you." His eyes bore into hers.

"Hear what?"

His hand squeezed hers.

"Tell me everything you remember. Don't hold back from me. Please, I beg you." Sally watched his jaw tense.

She nodded.

"I was having breakfast, wondering what happened to you." She stared at him. He looked away for a moment.

"I was busy trying to run the farm, brewery and not rip off Al's head when I dropped off Linda."

"Al was there? Did you talk to him?" she asked.

"I'll tell you later." He nodded. "Keep going."

"Anyway," she sighed. "I wasn't hungry so I pushed my food away. I was thinking about the farm and Grandpa when I suddenly got a sharp pain."

He squeezed her hand tighter.

"I tried to flex my fingers, thinking it was a cramp..."

"Was it?" he interrupted.

Sally shook her head.

"No, in fact it only made it worse. Trevor came into the room, I remember." She paused, trying to make her memories return. "C'mon brain, work!" She shut her eyes.

His thumb caressed her hand. Sparks flew up her arm, causing her heart to skip a beat.

"It's okay, just relax. Take a deep breath and try again," his husky voice soothed her nerves.

She regarded him through her lashes. His breath was uneven, just like hers. I want him to kiss me. His touch lights my insides on fire. Imagine what his lips could do. She wet her lips in anticipation.

His hooded eyes lit with desire. As if in a trance, he leaned forward and kissed her. His soft lips brushed hers so tenderly; it was as if he was waiting for her to pull away. She didn't. She opened her mouth, deepening the kiss. He moaned, kissing her passionately.

"Oh, excuse me," Doc interrupted.

Jack yanked his lips away so quick, Sally whimpered. Jack turned to greet Doc with a grin.

Doc chuckled.

"I guess I should've knocked first."

Sally flushed and exchanged sheepish looks with Jack. She sat up and straightened her sheets, as if that was the most important thing she should be doing. She bent her head, touching her swollen lips. So, that's what it feels like.

"What's up, Doc?" Jack asked.

Sally glanced up at the old joke. Doc's face turned serious.

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First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “Bedeviled” by Madison Michael

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Madison Michael, and an excerpt from her Steamy Contemporary Romance novel, “Bedeviled,” Book 3 of The Beguiling Bachelor Series

Charlotte Roche is escaping a menacing threat in Boston when she moves to Chicago for a new job and a new man. Alex is smart, sexy and quickly getting under Charlotte’s skin. A shared love of running gives the sassy beauty an excuse to be near her heart’s desire, but can Charlotte run Alex from the track to the bedroom without divulging her past and risking everything?

Alex Gaines, wealthy banker and philanthropist, has held women at arm’s length all his life to protect long-held secrets of his own. Now he is torn between loving the alluring Charlotte and protecting his dual lives. Can Alex trust Charlotte with the truth or is risking his fortune and family to pursue her? Can the two fall in love when they are bedeviled by lies and half-truths?

When danger follows Charlotte to Chicago threatening her safety and their futures, Charlotte and Alex a forced to make a hard decision – choose the secrets of their past or a future together.

First Kiss Excerpt

“Well, goodnight,” Charlotte finally said shyly.

“Good night, Charlotte,” Alex replied. He bent to turn out the bedside lamp, but instead he leaned over her prone body, carefully bracing his hands on either side of her head, and hesitated with his face only inches from hers. She could feel his breath on her skin, warm with the lingering scent of chardonnay.

She locked onto his eyes, marine blue and questioning. He must have gotten the answer he was seeking because his head lowered and she felt the faintest whisper of his lips against hers. It was the softest, swiftest kiss and yet she felt her body respond. He pulled back, again seeking answers, or acquiescence. Her eyes were wide as saucers. He had surprised her with the kiss and her body had surprised her with its swift response. Mesmerized, craving more, she lowered her sooty lashes slowly then opened them again in an age-old sign of invitation. Alex’s eyes blazed.

Lowering his mouth to Charlotte’s, Alex kissed her again but this claiming of her mouth and body was nothing like the previous soft foray. She felt the strong pressure of his lips on hers, the rasp of his tongue demanding her response, probing her to open to him. Heat oozed into her sore muscles turning her body to warm liquid as her heart pounded in her chest. His tongue explored her mouth, capturing hers in a dance suggestive of so much more. She tasted Alex, all dark and mysterious, moist and inviting and gave him what he sought.

“You taste like heaven,” he whispered, moist and intimate in her ear. “I should have done that ages ago. Now, I want to do so much more, Charlotte. So much more.”

“Mm,” she responded, “me too, Alex.”

He dipped his mouth to hers once more and she felt the velvety touch of his lips before he took hers hungrily. Shockwaves of lust rocketed straight to her core. She kissed him back, passionately and completely as his strong lips moved against her softer ones. She felt her body rising up to meet his, felt her mouth insistent for more. She reveled in the taste of him, the feel of his tongue tangling with hers. The more he gave, the more she took and gave in return. Their bodies touched only at their lips but the heat from him was as powerful as if they were naked and glued to each other from head to toe. The man could definitely kiss.

The kiss lasted only a minute, but it changed everything. She could never be the same. Now she knew how he felt, how he tasted. She needed more and he seemed to as well. They had taken the next step and couldn’t take it back. He finally saw her as a woman and Charlotte was heady with power and weak with desire.

A hint of a soft breath moved through her hair. “Sleep now, Charlotte. Get well soon.” He reached and turned off the light, pushed a stray hair away from her face in the dim light from the covered windows and left the room. She watched the shadow of his lean frame backlit from the hall and she wanted him with an overpowering hunger. Then he was gone.

She willed him to come back, lay with her and hold her through the night. She longed for the feel of him beside her, his strength keeping her ghosts at bay. She wanted to wrap herself around him and pull him into her body.

All that from a kiss. Maybe I just should have been injured sooner. If I had known what a good kisser he would be…

Charlotte forgot all about her injuries and focused on the power of that drugging kiss. Snuggling deeper into the soft Egyptian cotton, she drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.


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Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Meet the Characters - An Interview with Margaret from “The Vicar’s Deadly Sin” by Miguelina Perez

Today we’re talking to Miss Margaret Renard, from “The Vicar’s Deadly Sin,” a Regency Romance Mystery novel by Miguelina Perez. Let’s start with an introduction.

My name is Miss Margaret Renard and I’m so glad you have come to join me and Lady Jane Bartholomew on our first mystery adventure, “The Vicar’s Deadly Sin.” Both Jane and I are 19 years old and have been best friends since we were 12years old―she is the sister I never had. Like my mother, Jane’s mother passed away giving birth to her. Mine died giving birth to my baby brother, who also did not survive the birth.

What do you see when you look in the mirror?
I see a pretty face, that’s what I have been told, with big eyes, mouth and a small straight nose and I am taller than most women.

What is people’s first impression of you?
People in the town think I am eccentric, too out spoken…a social albatross. But I don’t care. Fortunately, I am rich and have the luxury to do as I please. Three of my favorite things are Jane, my home and my books.

What is your relationship status?
I don’t have any male friends, yet, but their ideology that women are bred for taking care of the home and their children doesn’t sit well with me. They believe that we should be learning needlepoint, pianoforte and languages. However, I am knowledgeable in history, languages and politics.

What are your fondest memories?
My best memories are those of my mother and father. They were so happy together.  I have been asked in the past what do I fear. I fear nothing. Oh, I know we all fear something, but I guess you and I will have to discover that while we go along with each crime solving adventures.

What is your favorite holiday?
Christmastime, so it would be natural I love to sing Christmas carols.

Who do you least like to spend time with?
Mr. Phillip Latham is my solicitor, he is stubborn, proud and a social snob. I don’t like him much and I daresay he feels the same way.

Tell us about your upbringing?
I grew up without my parents and wish often I could forget the feelings of loss. I was close with them but now am close with Jane and her father, whom I address as Uncle Charles. I had an aunt, my father’s sister, who thought upon my father’s death she could reverse the fortune to her son and when she learned she couldn’t, she left me with my servants―giving up her rights to my care. My servants, managed very well by my housekeeper Mrs. Roth, are my second family. Hence, other than Jane, Uncle Charles and my servants I do not care what people think of me. It would be amazing if my mother and father could come back to me. I miss them terribly.  They loved me unconditionally.

Who can hurt you the most?
It is always the people that you love the most that has the power to hurt you the most. So I love very few and never leave myself open to such hurts.

What are your most prized possessions?
I love my books, my home, Jane and Uncle Charles and the memories of my parents. You could say they are my most prized positions. I have no needs that I am aware of, but my story has barely just begun.

After learning more about me, I am hoping you will join Jane and me to find out who murdered the vicar in our usually sweet and peaceful town of Dover, famous for its white cliffs, even Shakespeare mentions them in Othello. I am hoping we meet again in “The Vicar’s Deadly Sin” and its sequel, “Angel’s Lust.”

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Friday, September 8, 2017

First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “For Women Only” by Kayelle Allen

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Kayelle Allen, and an excerpt from her SciFi Romance novel, “For Women Only.”

For Women Only is a quick-reading scifi romance with edge. He's a broken hero who hungers for revenge. She's a warrior who thirsts for justice. The love neither expected holds them captive in the middle.

Fawni's people destroyed Khyff's family. To protect his only brother he accepts a mission that will remove her from power. After meeting the female warrior and discovering her noble heart, he begins to doubt his cause, his past and even his own memories.

Khyff's secret truth could devastate her family and make her an outcast. She should shun this human, return to her own people and forget him. Yet how can she let him suffer in the darkness that binds his heart?

His secret truth is her people's darkest lie.

The Kin people are catlike and females are in power. They are highly sensitive to smell and the change of emotions creates a scent they recognize and interpret. The saying goes, "No one lies to a Kin." When Fawni is sent to the capitol city of the Tarthian Empire to serve as ambassador, she meets Khyff, a human. In this scene, she has picked him up at a party and is now in his room at the hotel. She has a bit to learn about "seducing" human males, but Khyff is just the man to show her.

First Kiss Excerpt

Mehfawni explored the living room while Khyff locked the door to his penthouse suite. The high ceiling and glass wall showed Tarth City in all its vast sparkles of color against the blackness. Modern furniture decorated the spacious room. Through double doors, a huge bed waited, the covers already turned down. Handy.

"May I offer you a drink?"

She turned back to him. Stars, he's magnificent. All smooth skin and hard planes. What does a male's body feel like without furskin? Man. A man's body.

"No, thanks. I want you out of your clothes first."

Khyff shrugged off his jacket. "Don't you want to get to know me?"

"I'll get to know you later." She started on the buttons of his shirt. "Right now, I want to use you."

His eyes widened.

"Don't human women tell you what they want?"

"No." He dropped his hands to his sides and let her pull open his shirt.

"They're wasting time, then." Mehfawni untucked his shirt and unfastened the top of his trousers. "I do love an obedient male."

"I should be harder to get than this." He was watching her hands.

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders. His eyes were the clear, bright blue of deep water. "Harder to get? Ah fay?"

He frowned. "I'm sorry; what was that?"

"Ah fay. It translates, 'this means what?'"

"You mean, what does 'harder to get' mean? That I shouldn't be so eager. I should make you seduce me."

"I am seducing you." Mehfawni untucked his undershirt. "Take this off."

He reached back to the neck and pulled it over his head, then tossed it aside. He stood before her, bare from the waist up.

She purred. "This is what a male's body should look like. You were made to give pleasure."

A spark of vinegar flashed into the air. Had her words shamed him? Before she could decide, the emotion-scent dissipated.

Khyff's ridged abdomen felt as hard as it looked. She stroked her fingers through the hair on his chest. "You're so soft. Not like Kin at all." She felt the warmth of his skin against her palms as she slid them out across his arms. "And smooth. I've never felt anything like you."

She took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. Time to find out what other pleasures he had to offer.

He pulled at her hand. "Don't I even get a kiss?"

His words stopped her and she turned toward him. "Are you not ready for sex?"

Amusement lit his eyes. "Oh, I'm ready. But I'd still like to get a kiss first. You don't even know my last name."

"What is it?"


"Good. Now come to bed, and I'll give you as many kisses as you want."

"How about one now?"

She sighed. "I can see human males are not at all like Kin. Once a Kin male is ready, there's no reasoning with him. Human males apparently have to think about sex before you have it."

"Far from it. We're usually slapped down for going too fast."

Mehfawni tilted her head. "Then your females must be torpid."


"Sluggish. Slow. Not awake."


"Why else would a female be in the same room with you and not want her hands all over you, Khyff?"

He regarded her a long moment, studying her in some way she couldn't comprehend, before he gave her a wicked smile. "Is that how you feel? That you want your hands all over me?"

"Do humans need to be told that?"

Again, the slow appraisal. "You don't have to tell me twice."

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.

* * * *

Mehfawni woke with a start, unsure what had alerted her. The soft hiss of air entering the room came to her, and she relaxed. The coolness of the room made her pull up the blankets. A pleasant exhaustion made her smile. When had a lover ever taken her to such heights of passion? When had he done it so many times in a row?

Moonlight gave the room a soft glow, peeking in through the curtains to illuminate the bed. Khyff was lying on his side, seemingly asleep. He tossed his head and whimpered as if caught in a nightmare.

Mehfawni touched his arm. "Khyff?"

His eyes opened. They glimmered with tears.

"Khyff?" She cuddled closer. "What is it? Were you having a bad dream?"

"No. No, I'm fine." His voice was hushed. The tears were gone, as if she'd imagined them. He stretched, arms over his head. "I'm good. Ready to go again if you want."

"I think you should rest a little. You must be tired." She brushed back his hair, and drew her fingertips down his face.

The glimmer of tears showed again, but he smiled, and blinked them away.

"What is it, Khyff? What are you thinking?"

"That it's been a long time since anyone was gentle with me." He slid his hands up her hips and around her waist. Khyff kissed her, crushing her body against his.

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