Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!
Today we have a smooch from Christy McKellen but first
... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Lyn M!
Can you please contact Barb: barb@barbaradeleo.com to receive your copy of The Wedding Wager
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from One Week With The French Tycoon
From holiday…to happy-ever-after!
Indigo Hughes spends her life taking care of everyone else. But after she's unceremoniously dumped, she finally puts herself first and books a holiday on the Amalfi Coast. Fine food, stunning views and time alone to heal her heart…bliss!
Instead, she's thrown together with tycoon Julien Moreaux! He's cynical, sexy and recently divorced—exactly the kind of man she should avoid. But big-hearted Indigo hopes to help Julien find his faith in love again—she just doesn't expect to find her own happy-ever-after in his arms!
Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver
... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Lyn M!
Can you please contact Barb: barb@barbaradeleo.com to receive your copy of The Wedding Wager
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from One Week With The French Tycoon
From holiday…to happy-ever-after!
Indigo Hughes spends her life taking care of everyone else. But after she's unceremoniously dumped, she finally puts herself first and books a holiday on the Amalfi Coast. Fine food, stunning views and time alone to heal her heart…bliss!
Instead, she's thrown together with tycoon Julien Moreaux! He's cynical, sexy and recently divorced—exactly the kind of man she should avoid. But big-hearted Indigo hopes to help Julien find his faith in love again—she just doesn't expect to find her own happy-ever-after in his arms!
Hi LoveCats and thanks so much for having me here today.
This Sunday Smooch scene happens right after my hero, Julien, insists on buying Indigo, my heroine, some new boots when he sees how badly she’s limping after walking for miles in her trainers. (Her bag went missing at the airport at the beginning of her walking holiday). After a rocky start they’ve tentatively started to open up to each other—and are becoming increasingly aware of their mutual attraction. Unfortunately, that’s a bit of a problem for recently divorced Julien…
Indigo was aware of her heart beating hard against her ribcage as she tried to make sense of what was going on here. Why was he still here talking to her? Was it because he felt sorry for her? She hoped that wasn’t it.
‘Look, Indigo, I should apologise for being so rude last night at dinner.’
She couldn’t meet his gaze, the memory of the humiliation she’d felt burning through her once again. ‘Forget about it. It doesn’t matter.’
‘Yes, it does.’ He moved his head to the side, then bent towards her, waiting until he’d caught her eye before he spoke again. ‘Indigo, it does. I’m not normally so unfriendly; you’ve just caught me at a bad time.’
She gave him a shaky smile, cocking her head and splaying out her hands on either side of her. ‘Okay, I accept your apology.’
There was relief in his eyes and something else.
Her lips tingled as his gaze dropped to her mouth and her pulse rocketed.
He looked like—
—he wanted to—
—kiss her.
The thought lit a fire inside her, burning through her veins and turning her nerve endings into a crackling mass of need.
Ever since she’d laid eyes on him she’d wondered what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close, comforting and sheltering her. And those wide, firm lips pressed against hers, smoothing away her loneliness.
The air felt thick with longing as his eyes met hers again. They seemed to darken as she parted her lips to drag warm, salty air deep into her lungs in an attempt to calm her erratic heartbeat.
Something seemed to be pulling her towards him, some strange magnetic instinct, and she took a micro-step forwards to maintain her balance, raising her hand to his face.
He let out a low, rough breath as her fingers connected with the lightly stubbled skin of his jaw and then suddenly Julien was no longer there in front of her, but far, far away.
Too far.
‘What—?’ She blinked in shock, stumbling forwards, dazed by the sudden desertion.
He was standing a few paces back from her now, shaking his head, his eyes a little wild. He held up a hand, his face a picture of remorse. ‘That’s not what I’m here for, Indigo.’ He shook his head, his expression heavy with regret and frustration. ‘I’m in no position to—’ He waved a hand in her direction, his movements jerky and agitated.
‘To what?’
‘Do this.’
‘I don’t even know what this is, Julien.’
He took another step away from her and rubbed a hand across his face. ‘I need my freedom right now, Indigo. I need to be alone.’
She snorted in angry frustration, every inch of her skin feeling hot and prickly. ‘It was just going to be a kiss. A bit of fun. It didn’t have to mean anything.’
If only that were true. Perhaps if it were then her voice wouldn’t sound as if she’d just been picked up and shaken hard.
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This Sunday Smooch scene happens right after my hero, Julien, insists on buying Indigo, my heroine, some new boots when he sees how badly she’s limping after walking for miles in her trainers. (Her bag went missing at the airport at the beginning of her walking holiday). After a rocky start they’ve tentatively started to open up to each other—and are becoming increasingly aware of their mutual attraction. Unfortunately, that’s a bit of a problem for recently divorced Julien…
Indigo was aware of her heart beating hard against her ribcage as she tried to make sense of what was going on here. Why was he still here talking to her? Was it because he felt sorry for her? She hoped that wasn’t it.
‘Look, Indigo, I should apologise for being so rude last night at dinner.’
She couldn’t meet his gaze, the memory of the humiliation she’d felt burning through her once again. ‘Forget about it. It doesn’t matter.’
‘Yes, it does.’ He moved his head to the side, then bent towards her, waiting until he’d caught her eye before he spoke again. ‘Indigo, it does. I’m not normally so unfriendly; you’ve just caught me at a bad time.’
She gave him a shaky smile, cocking her head and splaying out her hands on either side of her. ‘Okay, I accept your apology.’
There was relief in his eyes and something else.
Her lips tingled as his gaze dropped to her mouth and her pulse rocketed.
He looked like—
—he wanted to—
—kiss her.
The thought lit a fire inside her, burning through her veins and turning her nerve endings into a crackling mass of need.
Ever since she’d laid eyes on him she’d wondered what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close, comforting and sheltering her. And those wide, firm lips pressed against hers, smoothing away her loneliness.
The air felt thick with longing as his eyes met hers again. They seemed to darken as she parted her lips to drag warm, salty air deep into her lungs in an attempt to calm her erratic heartbeat.
Something seemed to be pulling her towards him, some strange magnetic instinct, and she took a micro-step forwards to maintain her balance, raising her hand to his face.
He let out a low, rough breath as her fingers connected with the lightly stubbled skin of his jaw and then suddenly Julien was no longer there in front of her, but far, far away.
Too far.
‘What—?’ She blinked in shock, stumbling forwards, dazed by the sudden desertion.
He was standing a few paces back from her now, shaking his head, his eyes a little wild. He held up a hand, his face a picture of remorse. ‘That’s not what I’m here for, Indigo.’ He shook his head, his expression heavy with regret and frustration. ‘I’m in no position to—’ He waved a hand in her direction, his movements jerky and agitated.
‘To what?’
‘Do this.’
‘I don’t even know what this is, Julien.’
He took another step away from her and rubbed a hand across his face. ‘I need my freedom right now, Indigo. I need to be alone.’
She snorted in angry frustration, every inch of her skin feeling hot and prickly. ‘It was just going to be a kiss. A bit of fun. It didn’t have to mean anything.’
If only that were true. Perhaps if it were then her voice wouldn’t sound as if she’d just been picked up and shaken hard.
Amazon
Barnes and Noble
iTunes
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Helen Lacey's Lucy and the Lieutenant will be posted!
Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver
