Welcome to
another LoveCats
DownUnder Sunday Smooch!
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
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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.’
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!
