Fiona Lowe Sunday Smooch

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch! Today we have a smooch from Boomberang Bride by Fiona Lowe, but first ...

the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is --
Sonali!

Congratulations, Sonali! Can you please contact Robyn at

robyn-grady (at) hotmail (dot) com and she'll send you a copy of Millionaire Playboy, Maverick Heiress.

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Boomberang Bride by Fiona Lowe ...


Matilda Geoffrey risked it all for love. She left Australia to be with Barry—the man who had swept her off her virtual feet. Now, wearing a wedding dress, she's alone on Main Street in small-town Wisconsin, and things aren't working out exactly as planned...

In town for his annual family visit, Marc Olsen had never seen a bride quite like Matilda—staring into a storefront window, holding a tottering wedding cake, and looking desperately in need of a groom. He may not have any warm feelings for his hometown, but meeting Matilda just as she discovers she's been scammed by her online "fiancé" stirs something in him.

Matilda is not the kind of woman Marc imagined himself with, and Marc is anything but the romantic hero that Matilda has always dreamed of. But as unlikely circumstances throw them together, can they let go of their misconceptions and risk their hearts for love?




[Set up: Marc Olsen, New York City architect has been brought back to his hometown of Hobin, Wisconsin to care for his ill sister and his bewildered teenage nephew. The last thing he needs on his plate is crazy ‘Boomerang Bride’, Matilda Geoffrey. Not only is she living in his house, she’s giving him a hard time about his familial responsibilities, and somehow she’s worked out he’s in a career slump. They’ve shared a kiss once before and Marc is keen to revisit to disprove Matilda’s words of “I’m not that into you.” As they walk back from tobogganing, she discusses a work proposal— the renovation of a barn into a reception center.]



It was like every part of his life was spiraling out of his control and the marsh mud of Hobin was sucking at his feet, dragging him down to a place filled with family and responsibilities. Not to mention a bossy Australian. “I meant I don’t do Ma and Pa house renovations.” 
 
“This is a barn.” 
 
“Excuse me?” 
 
“A big red barn. You have to admit it’s totally different from your usual work.” Matilda tilted her head, curls dancing around her eyes which twinkled with a challenging look, and her plump bottom lip filled with a smile. “It might be fun.” 
 
Fun. Hell, he deserved some fun and she’d just reminded him of what he had in mind and it had nothing to do with renovating a barn. Stepping in close he pulled her against him, his body immediately molding to hers, as if tracing a memory. He spoke softly. “I can think of better ways to have fun.” 
 
Her cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink but she didn’t back down. “I just bet you can, but this way’s legal.” 
 
Laughing, he wound a ringlet around his finger. “And here I was just talking about our trip to Two Rivers, but sweetheart, I like how your mind works.” 
 
Moss green eyes widened in a combination of surprise and undisguised lust. He took it as a sign—a gift even, and he lowered his mouth to hers. Delectable snow chilled lips met his but in an instant they burned scorching hot, sending heat thundering through him before it spiraled down to places he’d forgotten existed. God, she tasted amazing. A thousand times better than he remembered and he lost himself in her warmth, her lushness and her fire. 
 
Her fingers wrapped themselves into the lapels of his coat as she sagged against him with a soft sigh— the definitive sound of desire and need. It echoed in perfect pitch to his own response, and he wanted her in a way he hadn’t wanted anything or anyone in a long time. Her tropical fruit scent filled his nostrils, promising the exotic, and he wanted to touch and feel more than just her mouth. His hands slid her opened coat off her shoulders and then with one hand cupping her neck, the other traced the swell of her breast though her top. Her mouth slackened for a moment before she pressed herself against his hand, and deepened the kiss.
 
Her mouth consumed his—taking and giving all at the same time making his head spin and his legs shake. Somehow, he pulled them both backward until he was leaning against the garage wall. His hand trailed down her sides, feeling the soft indentation of her waist and the intoxicating curves of her hips, until his fingers found the gap between her jeans and her top and hit pay dirt. Smooth, warm skin. The tips of his fingers climbed her spine, each touch registering tiny and delicious shock waves as they traversed every bump and crevice. His fingers reached her bra strap and prepared to expertly flick the fastenings open, when the distinctive grind and clank of the garage door sounded harsh and loud in his ears. 
 
Matilda wrenched her mouth from his and jumped backward as if she’d been shocked.


Fiona is giving away one electronic copy of Boomerang Bride along with a signed postcard of the cover and a Boomerang fridge magnet.

To be in the draw, answer this question: Exactly what did Matilda look like the first time Marc met her? (Hint, you need to go to Fiona’s website to find out) and please tell us your funniest bride story!


Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced -- and a smooch from Nice Girls Finish Last by Natalie Anderson will be posted!