Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!
Today we have a smooch from The Spanish Tycoon's Takeover but first
... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is K.Snow!
Can you please contact annie(at)annie-west (dot)com to receive your copy of The Desert King's Captive Bride.
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Michelle Douglas...
The new boss...
Her family hotel has just been taken over and Wynne needs to do whatever it takes to seem bright, breezy and unflappable. Easier said than done! If she can work nicely with the charismatic Xaviar Ramos then her colleagues might just keep their jobs...
Xavier has no qualms about ruthlessly transforming a homely motel into a chic boutique hotel--only, he has a fight on his hands against the fiery Wynne! While he's busy taking over her hotel, with every battle he finds she's taking another piece of his heart...
Scene set-up: Wynne has been visiting her ill grandmother in her nursing home. She's leaving when Xavier arrives to pay a surprise visit as well. Realising how vulnerable and grief-stricken Wynne is, Xavier comforts her. But then comfort turns to desire...
‘I am not flirting, Wynne. This is not an attempt to flatter you. I mean what I say.’
His perfect lips uttered the words perfectly, and need rose up through her with a speed that made her gulp. His eyes settled on her lips and darkened before once more shifting to meet her gaze. His thumb brushed across the pulse-point of her throat as if he couldn’t help it, making her blood leap beneath his touch.
She swallowed, her mouth drying in a combination of heat and desire.
‘I think you are the most amazing woman I have ever met and I do not know what to make of it.’
Her heart hammered and her eyes filled. ‘Xavier, please don’t toy with me. Here—at this place—’ Her limbs had grown too heavy to gesture at the long, low building behind them, but she knew he understood what she meant. ‘I have no defences here. It…this place…it makes me too vulnerable and—’
His finger touched her lips and her words trembled to a halt.
‘I do not toy with you. For my own peace of mind I wish I could say that I were.’
The words rasped out of him and she realised he felt as vulnerable and at sea as she did. She didn’t have the power to put him away from her. She had no desire to do anything of the kind. And she knew the same fever gripped him.
His eyes flashed—not with anger, but with passion. ‘Tell me to let you go and I will.’
She reached up to cup his face then. ‘You create such a fire in me I fear I’m burning up.’
His head swooped down and his hands tilted her head until his lips captured hers in a kiss that burned itself onto her very soul.
Wynne clung to him to keep her balance, to keep herself together, as everything within her soared free. The insistent warmth of his lips sent heat swooping and dancing through her. She tried to kiss him back with the same slow, terrifying intensity, but his kisses made her too hungry, too greedy for patience and restraint.
Thrusting her fingers in his hair, she pulled him closer and closer, opening herself up to him until she felt the last of his resistance shatter and he swept her onto his lap, his mouth moving over hers with a fervour that left no room for thought…only feeling and relishing and wondering…
‘Dios!’ He wrenched his mouth from hers, breathing heavily. ‘I wanted to know if you would taste like lemons or caramel.’
She blinked, his words barely making any sense.
‘Your voice…the things you say…can be both tart and sweet. But you do not taste of anything so commonplace. You taste like spring sunshine in an orange grove, and the wind that flies before a summer storm, and the deep stillness of a winter’s night when the stars are at their most brilliant.’
Nobody had ever spoken to her in such a way before. Nobody had ever kissed her in such a way.
He swallowed. ‘If I do not stop this madness soon I will be in danger of forgetting that I am a gentleman.’
She didn’t want him to stop. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. He watched, his arms tightening about her, his gaze ravenous. She could still taste him there—a thrilling, illicit flavour that couldn’t be good for her.
‘Nobody has ever kissed me like that before,’ she whispered.
His eyes glittered in the darkness. ‘Then they have been fools.’
The Spanish Tycoon's Takeover is set in a little old-fashioned motel. For a chance to win a signed copy of the book tell me about your favourite motel or you most memorable motel stay.
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Helen Lacey will be posted!
Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver
Today we have a smooch from The Spanish Tycoon's Takeover but first
... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is K.Snow!
Can you please contact annie(at)annie-west (dot)com to receive your copy of The Desert King's Captive Bride.
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Michelle Douglas...
Her family hotel has just been taken over and Wynne needs to do whatever it takes to seem bright, breezy and unflappable. Easier said than done! If she can work nicely with the charismatic Xaviar Ramos then her colleagues might just keep their jobs...
Xavier has no qualms about ruthlessly transforming a homely motel into a chic boutique hotel--only, he has a fight on his hands against the fiery Wynne! While he's busy taking over her hotel, with every battle he finds she's taking another piece of his heart...
Scene set-up: Wynne has been visiting her ill grandmother in her nursing home. She's leaving when Xavier arrives to pay a surprise visit as well. Realising how vulnerable and grief-stricken Wynne is, Xavier comforts her. But then comfort turns to desire...
‘I am not flirting, Wynne. This is not an attempt to flatter you. I mean what I say.’
His perfect lips uttered the words perfectly, and need rose up through her with a speed that made her gulp. His eyes settled on her lips and darkened before once more shifting to meet her gaze. His thumb brushed across the pulse-point of her throat as if he couldn’t help it, making her blood leap beneath his touch.
She swallowed, her mouth drying in a combination of heat and desire.
‘I think you are the most amazing woman I have ever met and I do not know what to make of it.’
Her heart hammered and her eyes filled. ‘Xavier, please don’t toy with me. Here—at this place—’ Her limbs had grown too heavy to gesture at the long, low building behind them, but she knew he understood what she meant. ‘I have no defences here. It…this place…it makes me too vulnerable and—’
His finger touched her lips and her words trembled to a halt.
‘I do not toy with you. For my own peace of mind I wish I could say that I were.’
The words rasped out of him and she realised he felt as vulnerable and at sea as she did. She didn’t have the power to put him away from her. She had no desire to do anything of the kind. And she knew the same fever gripped him.
His eyes flashed—not with anger, but with passion. ‘Tell me to let you go and I will.’
She reached up to cup his face then. ‘You create such a fire in me I fear I’m burning up.’
His head swooped down and his hands tilted her head until his lips captured hers in a kiss that burned itself onto her very soul.
Wynne clung to him to keep her balance, to keep herself together, as everything within her soared free. The insistent warmth of his lips sent heat swooping and dancing through her. She tried to kiss him back with the same slow, terrifying intensity, but his kisses made her too hungry, too greedy for patience and restraint.
Thrusting her fingers in his hair, she pulled him closer and closer, opening herself up to him until she felt the last of his resistance shatter and he swept her onto his lap, his mouth moving over hers with a fervour that left no room for thought…only feeling and relishing and wondering…
‘Dios!’ He wrenched his mouth from hers, breathing heavily. ‘I wanted to know if you would taste like lemons or caramel.’
She blinked, his words barely making any sense.
‘Your voice…the things you say…can be both tart and sweet. But you do not taste of anything so commonplace. You taste like spring sunshine in an orange grove, and the wind that flies before a summer storm, and the deep stillness of a winter’s night when the stars are at their most brilliant.’
Nobody had ever spoken to her in such a way before. Nobody had ever kissed her in such a way.
He swallowed. ‘If I do not stop this madness soon I will be in danger of forgetting that I am a gentleman.’
She didn’t want him to stop. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. He watched, his arms tightening about her, his gaze ravenous. She could still taste him there—a thrilling, illicit flavour that couldn’t be good for her.
‘Nobody has ever kissed me like that before,’ she whispered.
His eyes glittered in the darkness. ‘Then they have been fools.’
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Helen Lacey will be posted!
Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver
