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I know this one! There's a big clue that gave it away ;)
It does seem familiar but I'm not sure, :-) ♥
Phoenix77 wrote: "I know this one! There's a big clue that gave it away ;)" Yup I was hoping someone would take the bait
Yes! I know this one. Good choice: the scene that changes everything.
I need to read this now!! When is the reveal?????
Janice wrote: "I need to read this now!! When is the reveal?????" Tuesday PM
Excellent. My finger is poised for a "one click!"
I had to reread it just to be sure I don't know it. I liked it even more the 2nd time through. Can't wait!
Are you ready for the big reveal?A Lady by Midnight, Tessa Dare
Enjoy reading this story! So cute.
Susan
Ah, I've read part of this series but not this one. I will add it to the tbr pile. :)
I love anything written by Tessa Dare. :-) ♥
Susan wrote: "Are you ready for the big reveal?A Lady by Midnight, Tessa Dare
Enjoy reading this story! So cute.
Susan"
OMG, Susan!! Not only have I read it, but I own it! I better quit buying and start rereading what I have! ; D
Janice wrote: "Susan wrote: "Are you ready for the big reveal?A Lady by Midnight, Tessa Dare
Enjoy reading this story! So cute.
Susan"
OMG, Susan!! Not only have I read it, but I own it! I better quit buyin..."
I thought the exact same thing. :-)
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Thank you all it was fun Spindle Cove is the best.
I love Colin hahaha He is one of the best male characters around. Whether he is the main character or the supporting cast, he has the best lines haha
Acting out of pure instinct, Heroine shoved at his chest.” Release me.”
“I will, But not yet.”
His grip kept her immobile. She had no escape.
Nevertheless, she didn’t fear him. No, she feared whatever was rapidly filling the space between them. The raw hunger in his eyes. This heat welling between their bodies. The sudden heaviness in her limbs, her abdomen, her breasts. The mad acceleration of her pulse. The air around them seemed charged with intent. And not all of it was on his on his side.
He bent to kiss her again, and this time her instincts were different.
She stretched to meet him half way.
When his strong lips touched hers, she went soft everywhere. He pulled her close, wrapping his other arm around her waist. She didn’t even try to resist. The voice of her conscience went, mute,, and her eyelids fluttered in exquisite surrender. She sighed into the kiss. A shameless confession of longing.
His lips were so warm. And for all his cool, stony appearance, he tasted delicious and comforting. Like freshly baked bread, mixed with some faint memory of bitters by the pint. She had a vision of him earlier that day, drinking in a dimly lit tavern. Alone. The poignant solitude of that image made her want to hold him. She had to settle for clutching his coat lapels, nestling close to his chest.
She let her lips fall apart, the better breath him in. He caught her top lip between his, then sipped at the lower. As though he craved the taste of her too.
He brushed firm kisses to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the pounding pulse in her throat. Each press of his lips was swift and strong. She could feel each kiss’s imprint linger like a fiery brand on her skin. He was marking her with stamps of his approval.
Her passion-swelled mouth…Wanted
Her softly arching neck…Desired
The sweep of her cheekbone…Lovely
And last---the wine-splashed mark at her temple…sweet
He kisses lingered there for several moments. His breath moved in and out, stirring her hair. Standing like this, pressed so close to him, she could feel the barely restrained power coursing through his body. His whole being shuddered with palpable desire.
Then he pulled away.
She clung to his coat, dizzied. “I…”
“Don’t be concerned. That won’t happen again.”
“It won’t?”
“No.”
Then why did it happen in the first place?”
He put a single fingertip under her chin, tilting her face to his. “Don’t ever---ever---think no man want you. That’s all.”
“That’s all?”
She stared up at the hardened. Handsome, impossible man. He would kiss her at sunset in a field of heather, make her feel beautiful and desired, set her whole-body throbbing with sensation…only to set her back on her feet and say, “That’s all”?
His weight shifted, as though he would retreat.
“Wait.” She tightened her grip and held him in place. “What if I want more?”
More.
Hero braced himself. That word shook the ground beneath him. He could have sworn the hillside rolled and swayed.
More. What di mean to her, that work? Certainly, something different from the visions his own mind supplied. He saw the two of them, tangled in the heather and the rucked-up muslin of her skirts. This was why he sought out experienced women who shared his definition of “More” … and had to qualms about telling him exactly when and where and how they’d like it.
But Heroine was a lady, no matter how she denied it. She was innocent, young, given to foolish dreaming. He cringed to imagine what “more” meant in her mind. Sweet words? Courting? A vinegar jar had more sweetness in it than he did. His experience with courting danger.