Sunday Smooch with Louisa George

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from Louisa George, but first ...

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

Tammy, can you please contact Nicole on Nicole (at) nicoleflockton (dot) com to receive your copy of Rescuing Dawn!

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Louisa George's medical romance How To Resist A Heartbreaker

Back cover blurb: Nurse Gabby Radley knows exactly the type of man that super sexy Dr Max Maitland is — a hot-shot surgeon with no strings attached. So, attempting to balance a fling, working together and Gabby's runaway past? It all points towards a relationship with a seriously complicated health warning!

The only problem is, giving in to their sizzling chemistry is one thing, but trusting him with her heart is a whole different story…

Set up: Gabby and Max have just met for the first time in the pub. Gabby normally keeps everyone at arm’s length and is well aware of Max’s playboy reputation, but on today of all days she wants to get drunk and forget. She’s just been rating his chat-up lines and now she’s going home, turning down his offer for no strings-attached sex…

‘Thank you, but I’m fine on my own.’ She dragged on her jacket, lost her balance and slid off her chair slamming into his hard wall of stomach. 'Ooops.'

‘Are you sure about that?’ His voice breezed against her neck sending ripples of something hot pattering through her stomach. ‘Because if there’s anything I can help you with….’

Well, she had been sure. Sure she wasn’t tipsy, sure she was going to walk away.

But now? Not so much. Maybe the mojitos had made her a bit whoozy after all. She wasn’t used to drinking, to meeting men in bars. To the dizzy lights of a strange new city, or the safe embrace of a man like Max Maitland.

Strong arms circled her waist as he hauled her upright and led her outside into the dark street. Heat fizzed through her body. His smell, woody and heady, washed over her. She put her hands out to his chest to create space, but something held her there- her body flat refused to move. A wave of awareness jolted through her.

As her gaze traveled up his chest, over his too-damned-sexy mouth and up to his brightest blue eyes, she realised it was no good fighting it. What he hadn’t offered in words she could see from the spark, feel from his increased respiratory rate. God, she was still thinking like a goddamned nurse. How long had it been?

Too long.

She’d managed to keep that bridge between her and intimacy for so long fortified by Nonna’s rules and ugly experience.

But what he was offering her. What she thought he was offering her. Hot and quick. Would take her off that bridge with a wide leap. She’d spent ten years clinging on by her fingertips, frightened of what might happen. Of how much she’d have to give and lose all over again.

But this was different. He was different. Max wasn’t asking for anything but a good time - he wasn’t the type to make promises or offer her any more, she'd been warned about that already. Which was fine with her.

So either she could go back to the people she didn’t know in her cold unfamiliar house, and spend the night alone with her memories. Like she’d done for a decade. Or she could take him up on his offer. One night of heat, and fun and danger.

She could scramble back onto the bridge tomorrow.

The mojitos made her bolder. Instead of pushing away from him, as she knew she should, she held on to his arm and looked straight into his eyes. Made sure he got the message. What she wanted. Where they were headed.

Never had she felt so brazen, so alive. ‘Actually, I can think of a few things I need help with.’

‘Then I’m your guy.’ For a second he seemed to still, confused no doubt by her see-sawing signals. Then heat ignited in his pupils. He tipped his head, his mouth a fraction away from hers.

 An ache spread from her abdomen, to her groin, rushing through her blood to every nerve ending. When his hands reached for her waist and pulled her closer she stepped into his arms, pushing away any negative thoughts.

When his thumb rubbed against her hip bone her heart-rate spiked. Then his mouth was covering hers with a force she’d never experienced before.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepened the kiss, opening her mouth to his tongue. His hardness pressed between them and she rocked against it. The desire he’d unleashed in her only seemed to grow more intense as she curled into his heat.

Something about Max Maitland made her feel so sexy- and knowing it was for one night only she played along. God, if her Nonna could see her…no. No. No. She hauled Max closer and lost herself in his heat, erased any thoughts of home from her brain.

Shivers tingled down her spine as he cupped her face and crushed his mouth to hers.

Eventually he pulled away, his breathing ragged. ‘Okay, Gabby.’ Still keen to play games with her. Good. She wanted to play. ‘You want to rate me now?’

She pretended to think for a moment, pressed her lips together- relishing the unfamiliar stinging sensation from his kiss. ‘Nine.’

‘Nine?’

She bit her bottom lip and leaned closer to his ear. Breathed in the scent that had started to drive her wild. ‘Okay, nine-point-five.’

‘Really? And I lost half a point for what exactly?’

‘It didn’t last anywhere near long enough.’

You can find Louisa’s book at Amazon and in book stores now!

Louisa is giving away a copy of her book to one lucky commenter!  So her question to you is:

How To Resist A Heartbreaker features some of the worse chat-up lines I’ve come across- what would be the worse (or the best) chat-up line you’ve heard?

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced -- and a smooch from The Cattleman’s Ready-Made Family by Michelle Douglas will be posted!