Today we have a smooch from Losing Control by Robyn Grady, but first ...
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And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Losing Control by Robyn Grady ...
Taking charge comes naturally to workaholic media mogul Cole Hunter. That includes dealing with headstrong TV producer Taryn Quinn. Cole may not like her idea for a travel show, but Taryn intrigues him. Enough for Cole to join her on a location-scouting trip to an isolated Pacific island, despite the family drama at home.
Soon the tantalizing Taryn makes Cole forget about everything…except making love to her in the moonlight. But once reality intrudes, will he risk losing all he's worked for to keep this woman in his life?
( set up: Cole Hunter has invited himself along on his new producer’s location survey. Earlier they’d fallen into a close encounter of the kissable kind. Now, lying together propped against a sand dune in the moonlight and waiting for a nest of turtles to hatch, the mood changes...)
When Taryn’s gaze dropped and grew distant, he asked, “What’s on your mind?”
“Muffin and her big belly,” she admitted.
In the mix of moonlight and shadows, she looked so thoughtful, Cole wanted to reach over and squeeze her hand for support, even if her concern was only over a cat.
“She’ll be okay.” Remembering her philosophy on strays wanting a home, he asked, “Have you got families picked out for the litter?”
“Are you interested?” She gave a playful smirk. “Oh, that’s right. Real men don’t own cats.”
“I do like the fact they can look after themselves. Independent characters.” He winked. “Like you.”
“There’s no better feeling than knowing you can make your own way in life.”
“So you don’t dream of marrying a rich man who’ll shower you with every luxury for the rest of your decadent life?”
“Guess you’ve met a few women who want to settle down with a wealthy tycoon stroke tyrant.”
He pretended to preen a tie. “Gee, you make me sound like such a catch.”
She surrendered to a smile. “To answer your question, no. I’ve never wanted to marry for money.”
He quipped. “Me either.”
“If you ever had the time to marry.”
“Perhaps I’d make time if the right person came along.”
When her eyes widened and suddenly neither of them had anything to say, Cole wished he’d thought before he’d come out with something that had sounded like a bad pick-up line. He didn’t use pick-up lines - good, bad or anything in between.
She jerked upright and looked ahead. “Was that some movement?”
He glanced around. “Not that I saw.”
“Oh.” She reclined back, pulling the blanket extra high.
Cole exhaled. He really had made her uncomfortable. Best to let that thread drop and talk about something inane. Non-personal. But, truth was, he wanted to get personal. Whether it was the moon or the water or maybe even that delicious pink nectar, suddenly another twenty-four hours alone with Taryn didn’t seem long enough.
“Taryn, I didn’t mean to make you anxious.”
Still looking dead ahead, she shrugged. “Why would I be anxious?”
Oh, let’s try because you’re alone on a secluded beach with a man who is not only your boss but is also dying to kiss you.
“I’m not anxious,” she went on. “I’m not...anything.”
He mulled for moment.
She was winding her fingers deeper into the blanket, lifting the cover high around her neck. “Not in the least.”
“And if I were to do this?”
He leaned toward her but stopped a heartbeat before his mouth met the sweep of her neck...when she’d be able to feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. “Are you anxious now?”
He heard her swallow. “That’s not the word that springs to mind.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t worry about words.” Giving in to the spell, he breathed in her intoxicating scent then brushed his lips over a pulse that beat erratically at the side of her throat. He felt her quiver, almost heard her questioning her own resolve. But she didn’t ball him out. Didn’t move away.
Rather, still looking ahead, she lifted her chin and said, “I think we should go back.”
“Anything you want.” His lips brushed a line up to her lobe. Anything at all.
Her neck rocked slowly back. He imagined her eyes drifting shut...the hormones in her system heating and sparking just like his own.
Gently he turned her head until they were gazing into each other’s eyes, noses touching. She shivered, but not from the cold.
“Would it surprise you to know,” he said, “that I’ve always wanted to make love on a beach under a full moon with a batch of turtles ready to hatch?”
A smile touched her eyes. “What a coincidence.”
He twirled his nose around hers, stole a feather light kiss from one side of her mouth.
“Cole, when I said something might happen, I didn’t mean this.”
His hand on her arm, he brought her closer.
To be in the draw to win a signed copy of Losing Control, let us know the last time you were truly anxious! Going for your driver's license? Being interviewed for your ideal job? Or when you were about to kiss the man of your dreams?
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced -- and a smooch from Bella's Impossible Boss by Michelle Douglas will be posted!