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 - Sara!

Sara, can you please contact Rachel on rachel (at) rachelbailey (dot) com to receive your copy of Countering His Claim!

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Louisa George's Harlequin KISS debut romance Backstage With Her Ex

Back cover blurb: Her Ex… the VIP!

Hiding out in the gents’ toilets backstage is not the way Sasha imagined bumping into her significant ex. Especially when that ex is notoriously damaged, famously wild rock god Nate Munro! She has a massive favour to ask him, but one glimpse of his sinfully dark eyes and all she can think about is that he’s seen her naked!

Nate’s used to women doing anything to get his attention, but he never pictured bubbly schoolteacher Sasha as the groupie type- she’s far too sweet! But when the paparazzi get a hint of their reunion, it’s scandal all the way. Now the question on everyone’s lips is this: In this showdown between the girl next door and rock-and-roll royalty, who’s going to come out on top?

Kiss Scene:-  Set up: Nate and Sasha have been hounded by the paparazzi and are running away…

Zigzagging through the dark west London streets they finally lost the photographers and lost themselves in the process.

She pushed her palms onto his chest. ‘Great one. My shoes are ruined. My foot hurts… This has got to be the best-’

 ‘Let’s just take a minute to get our bearings.’

He dragged her out of the rain into a shop doorway, bedraggled hair dripped onto her shoulders. Her dress stuck to her, delineating her shape, the tight swell of her breast, the dip of her waist. Black streaks ran down both cheeks. And yes, normally he’d walk past a woman like her- but just seeing her all fired up made his heart race erratically and his groin tighten.

‘Fine. Great. I’m already soaked to the skin, take as long as you-‘

But before she could say another word he grabbed her wrist, gently now, pinned her against the shop door. ‘God you’re beautiful.’

‘And you’re an idiot.’

‘Doing this, here, probably. But I can’t help it.’

His arms curled round her waist, brought her closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her lips parted just enough for him to feel her warm breath on his face. Heat engulfed him, a fierce need that meshed with the anger at those stupid trolls and the ache to kiss her.

No- his anger dissipated as quickly as it had come. And the gaping hole that was left was filled with her.

The heavy bass beat from the club opposite blurred out of focus, his peripheral vision turned to fuzz. All he could see were huge blue eyes staring up at him, telling him what he needed to know. She felt it too, this wild crazy buzz. And she had no idea what to do with it either.

Careless and foolish to want her here in such a public place, but all he could think of was tasting those lips, feeling her righteous anger and uncertainty and downright sweetness in his arms. And sometimes, just sometimes he regretted courting the publicity that had made him such a success. Sometimes he wished he could live a normal life where no-one cared who he kissed.

His thumb tracked to her lip but she didn’t move, didn’t blink, just kept on staring up at him with eyes that swirled with the same messed-up emotions as he had in his gut.

‘Sasha.’ He tilted his head towards her, saw the flicker of doubt, but he’d already seen the heat and knew she was fighting it too. ‘God, I want you and I can’t stop.’

‘We have to stop.’

‘Really? Do we? No-one can see us, it’s just you and me.’

She nodded. ‘But, what next?’

He rested his forehead against hers. ‘I don’t know. We’ll deal with it.’ Somehow.

But when her tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip he was gone. Lost. Flailing around in the essence of her, looking for something to grasp on to. But damn it, the only thing that could anchor him was her.

Slanting his mouth over hers he dipped his head and pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth. He felt her stuttered breath, the jolt of electricity that simultaneously rocked their bodies. And drank in the taste of oranges and stark clear honesty.

He knew this was insane and then some, starting something he could never follow through on. Not the way she’d want him to. It was the craziest messed-up thing he’d ever done- and that was pushing it.

But damn it, he wanted to forget what was right or wrong. Especially when it felt so good.

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:

Backstage With Her Ex features an encounter with a famous rock star- which famous person would you like to spend an evening with and why?

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced -- and a smooch from The Temptation of Rico D’Angelo by Michelle Douglas will be posted!