Today we have a smooch from Kandy Shepherd
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from STRANDED WITH HER GREEK TYCOON
Blurb: One night to win back his wife! Can Hayley resist Cristos’s seductive charms?
Scene set-up: Hayley hasn't seen her husband Cristos for more than two years when she travels to his family’s private Greek island to deliver divorce papers. She finds herself in the middle of a family celebration and Christos asks her to keep quiet about the divorce so as not to cast a shadow over the festivities. His large family are in a fervour of speculation about the unexpected return of Cristos’s estranged wife. His grandmother, who had always been hostile to Hayley, confronts Hayley about her intentions. Hayley doesn't want to make a scene—it's bad enough that she's having to fight the flood of feeling that has enveloped her on seeing Cristos again and the rush of attraction that has never gone away.
Smooch: She looked up to him in mute appeal. In response, Cristos looked deep into her eyes and smoothed the flyaway hair from her forehead with gentle fingers. Her breath caught at his touch, so familiar and yet so startlingly new, and she could not break her gaze from the deep green of his.
‘I am so happy to have my wife back with me,’ he murmured in that deep, rich, lightly accented voice that had always thrilled her.
Hayley knew he didn’t mean that. It was a message for his grandmother—a subtle way of defusing the situation. But it felt anything but subtle to her as shivers of awareness rippled through her. Her body had not forgotten the pleasure his touch could bring.
It had been so long.
She lifted her face and closed her eyes to better savour the sensation as he made the act of smoothing her hair into a caress. She was so lost in the feeling she was totally unprepared when he kissed her.
Oh!
His mouth firm and warm on hers, the roughness of his chin, his scent, spicy and male. Her own lips soft and yielding under his. His hands sliding around her waist, pulling her closer. This felt so good. Too good. Her eyes flew open.
She didn’t want this. Not this languorous warmth overtaking her. Not this feeling of being lost in his possession. Not this surge of awakening when she’d worked so hard to suppress her
longing for him. She didn’t want him. The marriage had been all on his terms—and in loving him so desperately she had lost herself.
She tried to pull away. ‘We have to make this look believable,’ he murmured against her mouth.
Why? She had agreed to play along with the charade of reconciliation so as not to disrupt his cousin’s festivities. Not to kiss Cristos. She did not welcome the whoosh of long-banked-down embers igniting into flames. Because of a kiss. A simple—you could almost call it chaste—kiss.
‘Don’t kiss me again,’ she murmured back against his mouth.
Question: Cristos and Hayley are stranded together on a snow covered Greek island. If you were to be stranded for the night with the man (or woman!) of your dreams, where would you like it to be?
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Rachel Bailey will be posted!
Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver
