Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!
Today we have a retro smooch from REUNITED BY A BABY SECRET but first
... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Helen Sibbritt!
Can you please contact Amy: amy (at) amyandrews (dot) com (dot) au to receive your copy of GOING DOWN
The Calantti Vineyard series has been repackaged in Australia and New Zealand! So in honour of that, today I'm sharing a retro smooch from Reunited By a Baby Secret.
She's back in Calanetti...
After a vacation in paradise, Marianna Amatucci returned to her family vineyard determined to make a fresh start. But her plans changed in an instant when two blue lines on a pregnancy test revealed she'd returned with a souvenir!
When she finds the father, Ryan White, he's nothing like the laid-back surfer she met on the beach. In a tailored suit, he oozes masculine authority, and he's staying in the penthouse! What will walking into his high-flying corporate world mean for their baby...?
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Kandy Shepherd will be posted!
Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver
Today we have a retro smooch from REUNITED BY A BABY SECRET but first
... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Helen Sibbritt!
Can you please contact Amy: amy (at) amyandrews (dot) com (dot) au to receive your copy of GOING DOWN
The Calantti Vineyard series has been repackaged in Australia and New Zealand! So in honour of that, today I'm sharing a retro smooch from Reunited By a Baby Secret.
After a vacation in paradise, Marianna Amatucci returned to her family vineyard determined to make a fresh start. But her plans changed in an instant when two blue lines on a pregnancy test revealed she'd returned with a souvenir!
When she finds the father, Ryan White, he's nothing like the laid-back surfer she met on the beach. In a tailored suit, he oozes masculine authority, and he's staying in the penthouse! What will walking into his high-flying corporate world mean for their baby...?
Scene
set-up: Ryan is helping Marianna redecorate the cottage she’s decided
to move into. In exchange, Marianna is going to help him learn what he
needs to know about looking after a baby. Marianna is impressed with his
plan of attack for her cottage…and, it has to be said, with him :).
Ryan, however, is desperately afraid of losing control around her.
‘Have I said thank you yet?’ Marianna said.
Dear God in heaven, he couldn’t risk her kissing him again. ‘You have.’ To distract her from further displays of gratitude, he nodded towards the bags. ‘What have you got there?’
‘A lesson.’
He tried to pull his mind to the task in hand. Pay attention. He had to learn how to take care of a baby.
She reached into the nearest bag and, with a flourish, pulled out a…
He blinked and backed up a step. “Uh, Marianna, that’s a doll.’ He scratched the back of his neck and glared at her from beneath a lock of hair that had fallen forward on his forehead. He really should get it cut. ‘Don’t you think we’re a little old to be playing with dolls?’
She stared at that lock of hair and for a tension-fraught moment he thought she meant to lean across and push it out of his eyes. Hastily, he ran a hand back through his hair himself. She blinked and then shook herself. He let out a breath, his heart thumping.
She, however, seemed completely oblivious to his state. She dangled the doll—a life-sized version from what he could make out—from its foot, and smirked at him. ‘Ooh, is the big strong man frightened of the itty-bitty dolly?’
He scowled. ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’
A laugh bubbled out of her and she sashayed around the table still dangling that stupid doll by its foot. ‘Is your super-duper masculinity threated by a little dolly?’
He snaked a hand around her head and drew her face in close to his. ‘Tread carefully, Marianna.’
Her curls, all silk and sass, tickled his hand. ‘I’m holding on by a thread here. My so-called masculinity is telling me to throw caution to the wind. It’s telling me to kiss you, to take you to my bed and make love with you until you can barely stand.’ And then he told her in the most straightforward, vivid language at his command exactly what he craved to do.
Her eyes darkened until they were nearly black. Her lips parted and she stared at his mouth as if she were parched. The pulse in her throat pounded. If he touched his lips to that spot they’d both be lost.
He hauled in a breath. With a super-human effort he let her go. She made a tiny sound halfway between an outbreath and a whimper that arrowed straight to his groin. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. ‘You told me that if I do that—here in your real world—that I will hurt you, break your heart. I don’t want to do that.’
REUNITED
BY A BABY SECRET is Book 3 in The Vineyards of Calanetti series and is
set in Tuscan wine country. To go into the draw to win a copy of the
book, answer this question: If you could visit any place in Italy, where
would you go?
‘Have I said thank you yet?’ Marianna said.
Dear God in heaven, he couldn’t risk her kissing him again. ‘You have.’ To distract her from further displays of gratitude, he nodded towards the bags. ‘What have you got there?’
‘A lesson.’
He tried to pull his mind to the task in hand. Pay attention. He had to learn how to take care of a baby.
She reached into the nearest bag and, with a flourish, pulled out a…
He blinked and backed up a step. “Uh, Marianna, that’s a doll.’ He scratched the back of his neck and glared at her from beneath a lock of hair that had fallen forward on his forehead. He really should get it cut. ‘Don’t you think we’re a little old to be playing with dolls?’
She stared at that lock of hair and for a tension-fraught moment he thought she meant to lean across and push it out of his eyes. Hastily, he ran a hand back through his hair himself. She blinked and then shook herself. He let out a breath, his heart thumping.
She, however, seemed completely oblivious to his state. She dangled the doll—a life-sized version from what he could make out—from its foot, and smirked at him. ‘Ooh, is the big strong man frightened of the itty-bitty dolly?’
He scowled. ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’
A laugh bubbled out of her and she sashayed around the table still dangling that stupid doll by its foot. ‘Is your super-duper masculinity threated by a little dolly?’
He snaked a hand around her head and drew her face in close to his. ‘Tread carefully, Marianna.’
Her curls, all silk and sass, tickled his hand. ‘I’m holding on by a thread here. My so-called masculinity is telling me to throw caution to the wind. It’s telling me to kiss you, to take you to my bed and make love with you until you can barely stand.’ And then he told her in the most straightforward, vivid language at his command exactly what he craved to do.
Her eyes darkened until they were nearly black. Her lips parted and she stared at his mouth as if she were parched. The pulse in her throat pounded. If he touched his lips to that spot they’d both be lost.
He hauled in a breath. With a super-human effort he let her go. She made a tiny sound halfway between an outbreath and a whimper that arrowed straight to his groin. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. ‘You told me that if I do that—here in your real world—that I will hurt you, break your heart. I don’t want to do that.’
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Kandy Shepherd will be posted!
Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver




