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Blurb:
To avenge his mother’s mistreatment at the hands of her upper-crust employer, self-made real estate tycoon Marcus Pearson needs entree into their exclusive world. When D.C. socialite Pamela Harrington comes to him for help, Marcus realizes the golden admission ticket he’s been seeking has suddenly fallen into his lap.
Pamela will do anything to save her favorite cause, even agree to a marriage of convenience. The altruistic “it-girl” isn’t worried about the pretend passion with Marcus turning real; she’s sworn off powerful, driven men who use her for her family’s connections.
So she’ll deny the way her pulse races with one look from his crystalline blue eyes. And he’ll ignore the way his body throbs with each kiss from her full lips. Because there’s no way he’ll lose his blue-collar heart to the blue-blooded beauty.
Set-up:
Marcus and Pamela have been making the rounds of the social circuit, lending their engagement an air of authenticity. They are at one such event when this kiss takes place.
Smooch:
After dessert, they joined like-minded
individuals searching for fresh air out on the adjoining terrace. White lights
were strung through the lush foliage, and the bubbling water fountain enhanced
the tranquil surroundings.
“That was impressive back there.”
She smiled. “I’ve grown up at dinners like
these.”
“When talk turned to business, you made some
really interesting points. You have a law degree but don’t practice?”
“Being a Harrington is a full-time job.”
“Then why invest three years in law
school?”
“My family believes women should attend
college to find a husband from a prominent family. I wanted something more.”
“It’s the twenty-first century,” he
protested.
“You met my father. You try arguing with him
about tradition. When I graduated with no promising proposals, I told the
Senator law school would be fertile ground for an eligible husband.”
“And he bought it?”
“I got the degree, didn’t I?”
Standing there, her lips curved in amused
satisfaction, he responded the only way he could.
He kissed her.
This wasn’t part of their agreement, but he
didn’t care. She leaned into him, pressing her lips against his. He nudged them
apart, slid his tongue in, and savored her.
She shivered and he wrapped his arms around
her, pulling her tightly against his chest. God, she tasted so good, an
intoxicating mixture of crisp champagne and...her. And he couldn’t get enough.
He thrust his fingers through her hair, cupping her head and bringing her
closer. She moaned and he felt himself harden. He slid his hands down her back
and grasped her hips, moving against her, wanting her to feel the physical
proof of his arousal.
She brought her hands up between them. “We
can’t do this.”
His heart raced at the speed of light and his
pulse thundered in his ears. He took a step back. He’d been on the verge of
scooping her up and walking out of there without a second thought.
She stared at him, then reached up and ran
her thumb over his bottom lip.
“Lipstick.” Her voice was husky, low.
And so damned sexy.
He grabbed her wrist, and never breaking eye
contact, touched his tongue to the pad of her thumb.
Her eyes widened for a split second before
she pulled away, her chest rising and falling, her breasts straining against
her dress.
“I—I need a moment.” She hurried away from
him.
He cursed. What was he doing? He was so close
to getting everything he wanted. He couldn’t let this attraction, no matter how
powerful, get in the way.
Bio:
Tracey Livesay wrote her first romance novel at the age of eleven, called “The Healing Power of Love.” With a detour through college and law school--where she met her husband on the very first day--she’s finally achieved her dream of being a published author. She lives in Virginia with said husband and three kids. For info on her upcoming releases or to chat about TV, movies and/or purses you can check out her website or find her on Facebook and Twitter
I have an ecopy of "The Tycoon's Socialite Bride" . Tell me, can you teach someone to kiss or is it all about chemistry?
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