Sep 27, 2015

Sunday Smooch - Some Girls Do

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from  Amy Andrews but first 
...... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Grandma Cootie!!

Can you please contact rachel (at) rachelbailey (dot) com to receive your copy of The Finn Factor.

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Some Girls Do.

Some Girls Do is bk #1 in the brand new Outback Heat series.....

Fashion student Lacey Weston is desperate to leave the city and go home to Jumbuck Springs. Her three older brothers are adamant she’s not. They made a death bed promise to their mother that Lacey would stay the distance at design school and Ethan, the oldest, takes this responsibility very seriously. But Lacey is deeply homesick and determined not to be dissuaded again. She’s also impulsive enough to try anything - even faking a pregnancy.

Ex-cop turned mechanic, Cooper Grainger - one of Ethan’s oldest friends - agrees to watch out for Lacey in the city even though he has a history with her he’d rather forget. How hard could it be, right? But a couple of years later, Coop is over pulling Lacey out of scrapes and cleaning up her messes as she tries to outrun her grief and sense of dislocation. He takes her back to Jumbuck Springs so she can persuade her brothers to let her come home. But things don’t go according to plan. Before Coop knows it Lacey’s pregnant and he’s putting his hand up as the fake baby daddy, filling in for the town mechanic and moving in with her at the local pub.

Lacey is thrilled to have won a reprieve but nothing about the situation sits well with Coop. Least of all having sweet little Lacey Weston as his new roomie…

Scene set-up

This is from the opening scene where Lacey and Coop meet for the first time at a pub. She's lied about her name and age....

   Lacey didn’t ask him his age — she figured it started with a three — because there was just something about the man that drew her. Besides his broad shoulders, blond hair and crooked nose. Something sad and broken in his light blue eyes and that she could relate to.
   She took another swallow of her beer, conscious of those eyes fixed on the bob of her throat. “So what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” she asked.
   He raised his gaze to her face and laughed. “I think that’s my line.”
   Lacey shrugged. “Told you I was forward. And besides, if you don’t mind me saying, you’re kind of sucking at the pick-up lines.”
   “You want a line?” His mouth quirked up at one side. “How about this? You have impressive ball skills.”
   Lacey hadn’t been expecting something so blatant and she was stunned for a moment before she laughed. “Play your cards right and I’ll give you a personal demonstration.”
   He laughed too and it vibrated through her belly with all the subtlety, finesse and potency of a jackhammer. Lacey squirmed against the stool as heat flooded her abdomen.
   She’d never been this hot for a guy.
   “Seriously,” he said, sobering and his intense blue gaze caught and held hers. “Where’d you learn to shoot a combo?”
   The laughter from earlier dried up from the inside out. She shrugged. “A girl with brothers learns a lot of useless things. How to hook a worm and gut a fish … how to make cricket stumps out of just about anything … how to skip stones … light a fire …”
   How to never ever cry lest they get that stricken helpless look and send you away.
   “I imagine a girl with brothers would also learn not to let some guy pick her up in a bar,” he murmured.
   Hell yeah, she’d learned that one too. It’d been drummed into her—by Ethan particularly—just before he’d driven her two hundred kilometres from the only home she’d ever known to the college they’d insisted she still attend, despite her overwhelming grief.
   But they couldn’t have it both ways. They couldn’t send her away and expect her to still live by their rules.
   “Hey,” he said as he pushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead with his index finger. “Where’d you go?”
   Lacey blinked as his blue eyes searched hers, frightened he could see everything—her hurt, her pain, the nagging homesickness that never seemed to go away.
   She would not think about home tonight. Quickly, she tipped her head back and drained her beer in three swallows. “You want to get out of here?”
   Lacey could tell Coop was deciding whether or not to push her further on the subject. When he, too, drained his beer Lacey she almost sagged in relief. “My place is three blocks away.”
   She smiled at him. “Perfect.”

   He was ushering her through the entrance doors to his apartment complex ten minutes later. Lacey had no recollection of the trip. Not with his hand in the small of her back, his thumb stroking a lazy pattern through her shirt, streaking heat like a fork of lightning up her spine.
   He pushed the lift button and Lacey glanced at him. The urge to kiss him pulsed inside her.
   “If you keep looking at me like that,” he said, his voice full of gravel, his gaze firmly fixed on her mouth, “we’re not going to make to the apartment.”
   Lacey’s gut clenched as the rumble in his tone abraded the hairs at the back of her neck, rubbed like sandpaper against her nipples and tingled between her thighs. It was only the ding of the lift that saved them from making out on the parquetry floor.
   But the second the doors closed and they were alone, he was pushing her against the wall and she was grabbing his shirt and nothing could have stopped her from accepting the full-frontal assault of his mouth as it slammed hot and hard onto hers.
   Lacey moaned as his fingers tangled in her hair and his tongue tangoed with hers. He groaned against her mouth and her belly tightened.
   Crap, if the man screwed like he kissed she was a goner.
   The lift dinged again and Lacey whimpered as Coop dragged his lips away and pressed his forehead to hers. Their heavy breathing filled the lift as the door slid open. “Don’t plan on getting any sleep tonight.” 

For a chance to win a digital copy (must have an Amazon account) of Some Girls Do talk to me about age differences. Lacey is 19 and Coop 32 when they first sleep together in the scene you' ve just read. Does that age difference squick you out? Is it something that makes you want to throw the book against the wall or not even buy it to begin with? What is an acceptable age difference - what's your limit? (I know you have one! :-)

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a new smooch will be posted!

Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver


  1. Ooh, smokin' smooch, Amy! LOVE the title of this one. :-)

    And an interesting question. Age gaps don't worry me once the characters are over a certain age. Maturity does make a difference to me. So, while a 19 and 31 yo hooking up doesn't ick me out, I do have to ask myself why a 31 yo would want to hook up with a 19 yo (matters of attraction aside). It makes me think he's probably immature. 19 is so VERY young in lots of ways. Personally, I'd prefer it if she was 22. Those 3 years make a big difference.

    Mind you, it's not going to stop me from reading it. ;-)

    1. Yes, that's a good point about age v maturity, Michelle.
      And to be fair to Coop, she told him she was 24 - he wouldn't have slept with her had he known she was 19. Oh, and his best friends sister :-)

  2. Great smooch Amy!

    The age difference doesn't bother me at all, I think the maturity of the individual is more important and we all know girls are more mature then guys ;) Can't wait to read this!

  3. Hi Amy,
    Great smooch. I am comfortable with up to a 20 year difference.

    1. Oh yes, thank you Tammy! It's interesting to read what people's parameters are!

    2. Very sexy smooch, Amy, and an enticing introduction to your new series. It's a big age gap and in real life I might find it troubling. But this is a romance novel and I'm sure you will make it work brilliantly!

  4. Hi Amy

    WOW smoking hot :) need to read this one I don't have a problem with the age difference I am sure that Lacey is very mature having grown up with brothers again with me as well I do think that maturity plays a big part

    Have Fun

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  6. Hi Amy, As per usual your stories have me right there, in the thick of things, as soon as I start reading the first paragraph. I am not turned off by an age difference. I must admit to enjoying a hero who knows the score, and is confident and treats women well. That usually happens with age, so I accept an older hero. I understand he thinks she is older so the age difference here is acceptable to him. In real life, our experiences define our age more than months ticked off on a calendar. Some people cannot bridge the gap, while others who are more comfortable in their own skin, more comfortable with who they have become, can easy accommodate the difference in their age.

    1. This Savannah!
      "I must admit to enjoying a hero who knows the score, and is confident and treats women well."

  7. My husband is 18 years older than me, and that's about as far as I'd go. More than 20 years would be too much of a gap, although I've always been attracted to men older than me.
    Lovely Sunday Smooch, got me all hot and bothered. ;-)

    1. 18 years - that is a gap, Devika! I think some men and women are naturally attracted to people older than them and as long as it works for them then who is anyone else to judge?

    2. Yes, I agree. To each their own, unless the younger partner involved is a minor. I think what I like about 'real men' as opposed to boys is that they know how to treat a woman right. :-)

  8. A great smooch thank you.

    I was a very young 19 year old, so a touch older for a gent of 32 works for me.

    I do think age differences matter. 10 years is fine, but 20 is a whole generation of of difference.

    1. The generational difference is a good point, Mary! That's the difference between dial up modems and iPhones! :-)

  9. The age difference does not bother me, sometimes I like to just read books where the characters have an age difference of 10-11 years. But I'd also read 35 years of heroines and heroes of 30 years .... in short, even the older woman than man. However for me the age difference acceptable and the maximum is 10 years.

    1. Interesting! Thanks so much for chiming in, Franca!

  10. Amy, terrific smooch. Of course! So looking forward to this one.

    Hm, I prefer age gaps that aren't too enormous, but the only ones that bother me is where he's definitely mature and she's a schoolgirl. That really unsettles me.

    1. lol, yes, Annie, lets leave shcool girls to their studies I say! :-)

  11. Love the title, Amy. And the smooch, but then when don't you write a great kiss? The age difference doesn't bother me if the story is well written. Going to get this one to put on my pile, or is it called a pile when it's digital?

    1. I reckon its called a pile, Sue. A virtual pile!

  12. Oooo. A lift make out scene. Love it. It brings back so many wonderful memories for me. As to your question about the age difference, I'm not sure I have one, though I probably do. When I first met Steve, he was 44 and I was 25. That's a 19 year difference. We've been crazy happily married and madly in love for 15 years now and we've been together 18. What they don't tell you is the realities of the age difference, when one partner is much older and their bodies age at a different rate to yours. That takes a little bit of adjustment to deal with.

    1. Oh yes, I agree, Deanna about the different aging rate of bodies when there's a significant age gap between partners. I really think this is one of the things couples need to take into account when faced with this decision. Also the question of kids. A friend of my sister married a man who was almost 30 years older than her. He already had a grown family and he didn't want to have any more kids. She was in her early twenties and did. It was a huge decision for her to accept that she'd never have her own if she wanted to be with him. Of course she has a lot of babies with grandkids etc in her life but it was a big thing for her to reconcile with herself.

    2. It's true with the kids thing. Steve has his own grown children and never wanted more kids. He never wanted kids to begin with. Fortunately, I didn't want kids of my own when we were together but it was a conversation we had early on. I am still coming to terms with him being 19 years older than me. It was fine 19 years ago, but now the age difference is more marked with him in his 60s. When you get to your 60s, it's when your body starts to tell you, you really aren't that young anymore, no matter what you feel or think in your head. Steve says in his head, he's still 25, too bad his body doesn't think the same way. Fortunately, we laugh about it and roll with it.

  13. These 2 seem pretty compatible! I wouldn't have guessed the age difference from the conversation. I have read another book in Robyn Carr's series in which the heroine was a mature 25 & the hero was, I think 38 or 39. That worked out fine, too. So I am guessing as long as it doesn't seem creepy, I would be OK with age gaps. Love this hot scene!

    1. Thanks Sharlene :-) No creepiness - I can get on board with that!