Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!
Today we have a smooch from Dishing up Desire by Barbara DeLeo, but first ...
the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Leisl Leighton
Can you please contact annie (at) annie-west (dot) com to recieve your copy of Imprisoned by a Vow
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Barbara DeLeo
Image consultant Blake Matthews is facing his toughest PR challenge yet: salvage the image of celebrity chef Kirin Hart. Once he does, he'll be able to acquire LA's most successful PR firm.
But Kirin's no easy fix. She's stubborn about changing her comfortable homemaker image, and is being sued for sexual harassment by a junior staffer. She needs a PR lifeline fast. Only problem is Blake wants more than to make her over...
Kirin doesn't need a makeover--her fans love her as she is. But she could lose everything if the sex scandal and reputation that has followed doesn't get quashed right away. Kirin agrees to let model-perfect Blake work his magic for two weeks, but things get complicated when she can't deny the way her body flares to life whenever he's near.
This is the scene from the cover of the book :-) For the first time, Kirin is telling Blake what happened before she was accused of sexual harassment. It's the first time she's opened up about her late husband as well.
“When Trent made the allegation that I’d made a pass at him
at a Christmas party I was so shocked that I wasn’t sure I hadn’t
done something wrong. Had I stood too close? Touched his arm
for too long?”
The confusion on her face and the hesitation in her voice caused his chest to constrict and he burned to take all the pain away for her. Be the one who’d fight for her. “Did he make the allegation to other people?”
“He went to my HR manager, and she reported it to my board. It was humiliating but I’d thought we’d resolved it. When he applied for a promotion a couple months later and he didn’t get it, he said the harassment had continued and that I’d sidestepped him for the job because he refused to sleep with me. That’s when my lawyer advised an out of court settlement to make it go away.”
Blake put the ornament on the counter beside her and
touched her arm. The soft skin warmed his hand and he curled
his fingers to feel more of her. “You didn’t believe that jerk? You
didn’t think you were that cold, hard woman he said you were. Or
that you’d treated him badly.”
Of course she did. It was written in the lines by her mouth and the uncertain look in her eye. And it made him want to pull her close and whisper how wrong she was. “I don’t know.”
“Kirin you can’t believe him. From the very first day I saw you I was awed by your self-confidence, your drive to put your business back on the right track. That’s what blew me away about you. And I bet those were the things Bray wished he’d had for himself.”
“I haven’t had sex in five years.” Her words were a whisper.
Had he heard her right? He shook his head. “You don’t have to tell me all this. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No, I think you need to understand, because it’s impacting on your work here.”
He left his hand on her arm and stroked the underside with his thumb while she continued.
“Joe and I grew apart and didn’t have a sex life for years. And the couple of guys I dated after he died only wanted to be seen with me to advance their own careers. When all this happened with Trent I wondered if maybe he was right. Maybe I am a frigid bitch. I think that’s why I can’t do all this sexing up stuff.” She hooked him with her liquid caramel eyes and he dragged his thumb across the smooth skin at her wrist.
“I’ll never believe you’re not a sensual woman. Not in a million years.”
Of course she did. It was written in the lines by her mouth and the uncertain look in her eye. And it made him want to pull her close and whisper how wrong she was. “I don’t know.”
“Kirin you can’t believe him. From the very first day I saw you I was awed by your self-confidence, your drive to put your business back on the right track. That’s what blew me away about you. And I bet those were the things Bray wished he’d had for himself.”
“I haven’t had sex in five years.” Her words were a whisper.
Had he heard her right? He shook his head. “You don’t have to tell me all this. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No, I think you need to understand, because it’s impacting on your work here.”
He left his hand on her arm and stroked the underside with his thumb while she continued.
“Joe and I grew apart and didn’t have a sex life for years. And the couple of guys I dated after he died only wanted to be seen with me to advance their own careers. When all this happened with Trent I wondered if maybe he was right. Maybe I am a frigid bitch. I think that’s why I can’t do all this sexing up stuff.” She hooked him with her liquid caramel eyes and he dragged his thumb across the smooth skin at her wrist.
“I’ll never believe you’re not a sensual woman. Not in a million years.”
For an endless second she looked at him and the saucepan
lid chattering on the stove matched the beat, hard and heavy, in
his chest. He stepped forward and cupped her cheek in his palm.
“You’re beautiful, Kirin. You’re desirable to any man. Don’t doubt
that for a second. A lot of what you and I are doing together is
finding the closed part of you, bringing it out in the open so you’re
confident in the whole of yourself. So your fans can see the real
you.”
He dipped his face closer, and the air between them sparked. Nothing mattered more right now than being as close to her as he could get. “We can find it together.” Before he had another thought, his mouth was against hers. He slid his tongue between her lips, and the small sound she made in the back of her throat fired him hotter. He dragged her close and devoured the honey- sweet mouth he’d been watching and wanting.
Her fingers threaded up his neck and she pulled him towards her until they were chest to chest, jammed against the counter top. He deepened the kiss, the warm scent of freshly cut tomatoes and citrus shampoo causing it to become a feast.
In a dance of tongue and lip, his mind fogged, his only focus the way his skin heated under hers, his pulse rushing. Wanting more of her, he dragged himself from her lips then kissed a line from that sweet, lush mouth, down her delicate jaw. He pushed back the drape of hair and nuzzled the milky skin of her neck. The flutter of her pulse against his lips fired him on.
He dipped his face closer, and the air between them sparked. Nothing mattered more right now than being as close to her as he could get. “We can find it together.” Before he had another thought, his mouth was against hers. He slid his tongue between her lips, and the small sound she made in the back of her throat fired him hotter. He dragged her close and devoured the honey- sweet mouth he’d been watching and wanting.
Her fingers threaded up his neck and she pulled him towards her until they were chest to chest, jammed against the counter top. He deepened the kiss, the warm scent of freshly cut tomatoes and citrus shampoo causing it to become a feast.
In a dance of tongue and lip, his mind fogged, his only focus the way his skin heated under hers, his pulse rushing. Wanting more of her, he dragged himself from her lips then kissed a line from that sweet, lush mouth, down her delicate jaw. He pushed back the drape of hair and nuzzled the milky skin of her neck. The flutter of her pulse against his lips fired him on.
The ornament that Blake is holding in this scene is a Batman salt shaker. Kirin collects salt and pepper shakers of famous couples. To be in to win a copy of Dishing up Desire just tell me if you collect anything or what you'd collect if you could!
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced -- and a smooch from Date with Destiny by Helen Lacey will be posted!
Great smooch, Barb. Have dishing up on my iPad and it just moved to the top of the pile!
ReplyDeleteI collect antique china. Just love it :-)
Barbara,
ReplyDeleteWhat a terrific set up for a story. You've got me intrigued.
Hm, what would I collect? You know, I was thinking just this morning about how special my friends are. More of those would be just lovely.
I love the title of this book, Barbara. It's so tantalising and that kiss ups the ante right from the get go.
ReplyDeleteI'm not much of a collector - unless the dust on the shelves counts. :)
Ooh, Barb! I'm half in love with Blake already. :-)
ReplyDeleteI don't really collect anything -- unless you count books, but there's not much rhyme or reason there.
just books
ReplyDeleteThanks for having Dishing up Desire (or DuDe as I affectionately call him) on your iPad, Amy! I LOVE antique china. My mum had a gorgeous collection that was ruind in the Christchurch earthquake but my sister and my kids have been making the pieces into mosaic vases and mirrors which are gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteA collection of friends would have to be the best type of collection ever, Annie!
ReplyDeleteHi Sue, you and I have so much in common - a dust collection being top of the list!
ReplyDeleteMichelle, I was whole in love with Blake all through writing that book :-) Yep, books are what I collect too.
ReplyDeleteYou and me both, bn100!
ReplyDeleteHi Barbara - wonderful smooch! I collect pink depression glass...I love trawling antique stores and markets for pieces. And according to my hubby I collect animals....but that's another story :)
ReplyDeleteOoh, Helen, I didn't know what that was until I google it! I have some green glass that looks very similar. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI loved this book and I loved Blake! So good to revisit them in a smooch. :)
ReplyDeleteI collect books. Though I've been culling lately because I'm running out of room...
Such a fabulous smooch thank you.
ReplyDeleteI'm actually having a big clear out, so no collecting allowed. Books don't count. Books are like breathing. Something essential for living.
Wow, things are getting steamy in the kitchen! Great Smooch, Barbara! I love the sound of Kirin and Blake's story!
ReplyDeleteI'm a stationery collector! Can't resist a nice pencil or a different coloured fold-back clip... or post-it notes! I try not to spend too much time in stationery shops 'coz I know I'll almost certainly go home with something... a new folder or notebook... or pretty coloured flash drive! ;)
Glad you liked the smooch, Mary! Good on you for having a clean out. It's almost spring here so I should be doing that too.
ReplyDeleteMmmm, Sharon. I love the smell of new stationery almost as much as I love the smell of baking... crisp sheets of paper, pretty envelopes. Maybe I need to start collecting it too!
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