Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!
Today we have a smooch from
The War Hero’s Locked-Away Heart by
Louisa George, but first ...
the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway
is -- Clare Scott!
Congratulations, Clare! Can
you please contact Nikki Logan at
Nikki (at) nikkilogan (dot) com
and she'll send you a copy
of A Puppy For Christmas.
And now for today's Sunday
Smooch from The War Hero’s Locked-Away Heartby Louisa George
Reaching for the stars with nurse Skye...
Haunted by the ghosts of his fallen comrades, ex-army medic Adam Miller hopes to find salvation in beautiful Atanga Bay. Yet despite his intense attraction to feisty nurse Skye Williams, Adam's determined never to get close to anyone ever again. But with Skye by his side maybe it's time to put the past to rest for good...
Set up: Practice Nurse Skye is leaving down in a couple of weeks to have an adventure overseas. Paramedic Adam's just arrived to finally settle down, so neither is in the position to start anything. After an emotionally intense day delivering her friend's baby Skye invites Adam in...
‘The boys don’t want me to go.’
‘I’m not surprised. I wouldn’t want you
to go either.’
‘Oh? What do you mean?’ Her heart jerked
a little, wondering what he meant by such a bold statement. Was it her
imagination or had he leant a fraction closer? His fresh male scent reached her
senses. So different to the tangy smell of boys, Brian’s cloying cologne, her
step-dad’s sweat. Adam had an earthy scent, fresh air, the sea. Sex.
She inhaled and allowed her imagination
to wander. Along a dangerous path, with deep crevasses on either side. She didn’t
want to think like this, imagine he might be attracted to her. Imagine what it
might be like to have him hold her. And more. It hadn’t worked out too well
last time she’d been down that route and she’d ended up with nothing but pain.
‘They won’t be able to cope without you.
You do way too much for them. How about you write a new chapter for everyone in
this house?’
‘I have.’ She let the breath out slowly.
Rerouted to a safer course. ‘It’s entitled: I’m leaving.’
‘Yes, you are.’ He pushed the scrapbook
behind him, out of sight. His hands reached to her face, stretching work-worn
fingers along her hairline and very gently pulling her towards him. When her face was a heartbeat away from his he whispered into her ear, his breath sending shivers along her spine, pooling in her abdomen where a fire raged. ‘So this is
going to be a very dumb move.’
Vanilla filled the air around him. Drunk on the smell and fuelled by the
whiskey Adam inched closer. ‘But, God knows, I can’t help it.’
Skye’s dark eyes stayed locked with his,
an expression of surprise and desire written there. She didn’t pull away. She
didn’t move an inch.
He wanted her. The urge to wrap his
hands around her curves almost threatened to suffocate him. The thought blew
him away. He hadn’t been prepared for this.
A drink, sure. A friendly nightcap
between colleagues. But not this. This insatiable need for her, risen out of
nowhere. Out of her smile, and her voice and hidden sadness that he could see
even though she tried to bury it. Out of the misguided love she showed her
brothers and the unquestioning loyalty to her family. The need to be loved and
cared for. It should have set alarm bells ringing. But he wanted a piece of her
optimistic spirit. Of her.
He scraped his chair forward and slid
his knees to either side of her thighs, fitted himself into her space. His
heart raged a thunderous beat as he took what he realised he'd been aching for since the
moment he’d seen her.
He pressed his lips onto her mouth. Dumb?
And then some. But since when had he
ever played safe?
A moment’s hesitation and a quiet ‘Oh,’
then her arms snaked up and round his neck. Her soft body pressed against him. Four years and of all the women he’d been
with no-one had come close to igniting so much as a flicker. And then along
came Skye.
The moment his lips touched hers doubt
and confusion disappeared. Thought and reasoning melted away. Her mouth shaped
to his. Her lips were soft and wielding, chaste almost. He traced tiny kisses
along her mouth wanting to be gentle, to lead her along a path filled with
tenderness.
Slowly. Slowly for both their sakes. Although, the ache
in his groin and the acid in his veins warned him of his intense need. A need
that had germinated when he first saw her and had swelled ever since.
She slid tentatively forward, straddled
his thighs and opened her mouth to him, more confident now as a quiet moan
escaped her throat. Her innocent playfulness cemented to something more intense,
passionate. ‘Adam. You taste so good.’
‘God.’
His hands molded to her back as he pressed against her, feeling the sensual
dips and curves of her spine, the slope of her bottom, the rasp of black lace
against his skin.
A tiny uncertain flick of her tongue
against his reminded him of how unsure she’d seemed. How much hurt she’d
endured at the hands of her father and her ex.
A kiss didn’t promise a lifetime, but to
Adam it meant a commitment of sorts. Not wham, bam thank-you, Mam. Not for Skye.
She deserved better. She deserved someone who
was capable of sharing her life. Someone different. He couldn’t travel with her
and he wouldn’t think about her staying.
He couldn’t do a short fling, however
tempting, not with someone who invoked such intense emotions in him.
He pulled back, cupped her cheek. ‘We
can’t…I’m sorry.’
Her
dusky smile slipped as she stared at the space he’d made then bit the corner of
her bottom lip.
Once again hesitation and confusion flashed across her eyes.
Her breathing levelled. She slid back and stood up. ‘Sorry for what?’
To be in the draw to win a
signed copy of The War Hero's Locked-Away Heart, tell us, have you ever done something completely out of character- and how did it work out for you?
Come back next Sunday, when
the winner of today's giveaway will be announced -- and a smooch from Marriage Under The Mistletoe by Helen Lacey will be posted!
Sounds like a great story!
ReplyDeleteWell, looks like another "must read" from you, Louisa! That's a great scene.
ReplyDeleteSomething out of character... A couple of years ago I joined my dh and 2 youngest on a jet boat ride and the darn thing almost flipped over. My husband was thrown out of his seat, suffered concussion and a broken tooth, I broke a toe, bad bruising for the other two. I'm a chicken. Think I should stay that way ;)
Hi Chey! Thanks for popping in!
ReplyDeleteHi Robyn! Yikes! Sounds like you're better off sticking in your comfort zone! How scary! That's put me off anything daredevil!
ReplyDeleteMmm, am half in love with Adam now. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou know, I'm thinking I need to start acting more out of character -- exercising more, baking fewer cakes. :-)
I don't think I took a breath the entire time I read the passage. More please!!
ReplyDeleteI can generally say NO, but the one time I got talked into doing something out of character, my life was never the same. Some good, some not.
Ah, Michelle- Adam won my heart too!
ReplyDelete(BTW I hear exercise is overrated ;-) )
Hi Mary! Thanks for your lovely comment! And you have me intrigued now!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous smooch, Louisa! I'm a notorious "Safety Sally" and don't take many risks. I am proud to say, though, that when I was bridesmaid for my girlfriend she wanted her hen's do at a confidence course (!!) and I organised it without freaking out. On the day I ACTUALLY did one of those high wire walks and felt quite chuffed at the end of it.
ReplyDeleteSounds a great, Louisa :)
ReplyDeleteHi Barbara! You go girl! What a great thing to do. I took my boys to a place like that once- had half a go on the trainer wire and chickened out- so I am in awe of you!
ReplyDeleteHi Eli! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment x
ReplyDeletehi loisa, i want more excerpt, sounds great.
ReplyDeleteima person who dont like any risk. the big desicion when im think im a little bit take s risk is when i married at21 years old. lol. sometimes i think im too young, but not anymore right now.
I dated a "bad boy" many moons ago (just before meeting my husband of 31 years). Let's just say I'm glad I didn't get pregnant!
ReplyDeleteHelo Louisa..... Sound great stories..... Love to read it....
ReplyDeleteThank you
Ooh, this sounds lovely! It's going on the 'to read' list if it isn't there already!
ReplyDeleteBad boys are usually the most fun to date but when it comes to stability and a good life it is the more subtle ones that are worth it. However for me I prefer my bad boys it makes life exciting lol
ReplyDeleteThanks for the giveaway !
Hi Cecilia! Sounds like you're a bit like me- I'm not too good at taking risks either! I just make my characters do them for me1
ReplyDeleteHi Laney! Sounds like you had a lucky escape (although, fun while it lasted?)
ReplyDeleteHi Nana! Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
ReplyDeleteHi Alison! Thanks for your lovely comments!
ReplyDeleteHi Desere! You like living on the edge!?!?! I do like me a bad boy- but only in fiction!
ReplyDeleteYes Louisa I do like my dad always says you only live once ,live well but at the same time do not forget to have fun ! So yes bad boys are my answer they spice live up ! And that makes me sound like a terrible "tart" but I amy really not just think of me as a herione with a attitude !
ReplyDeleteThat was a nice excerpt.
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