This woman in his arms...he’d never imagined meeting a woman such as her. Witty, brilliant, beautiful, with an limitless well of bravery included for good measure. Surely, she wasn’t a weak spot. Maybe she brought him strength.
Maybe.
#FridayKiss
The greenhouse was forbidden which made it the perfect spot to hide. The glass door clicked as it shut and the gentle melody from a string quartet on the veranda was silenced. No one would think to look for her here.
#fridayKiss
“She knew the lifestyle of these men. It’s why she prefers to keep to our berth.”
“And your berth-”
“Is as virginal as she is.”
Aya smirked, as if the news didn’t surprise her. “She’s pretty. With close quarters, you won’t be able to keep away from her forever.”
#FridayKiss
He brushed her elbow and ran his finger down to her hand, ever so slowly. Even through the light fabric, the pressure left a lingering touch. Every part of her focus honed in on the trail of heat. Then his finger met the unobstructed skin of her wrist.
#fridayKiss
Her hand began to slip away from his, but he held on for a moment longer, reluctant to release her just yet. She smelled of summer. Of lilacs and sunshine and happy memories. #FridayKiss#amwritingromance
He lifted a corset from the trunk.
Mirabel’s cheeks flamed. “Stop touching that,” she snapped and lurched forward to grab it out of his hands.
“My dear, this isn’t my first time with women’s undergarments. I saw a blue one last night.” #FridayKiss
“It’s time for your education.”
She swallowed. “My education?”
“Yes.” He leaned close.
His lips gave the slightest brush against her temple.
A knot formed in her stomach.
She licked her lips.
#FridayKiss
“A ruse.”
“Is it?” He inched closer. From this distance he could spy flecks of gold speckling her chestnut irises. “There haven’t been any women since we met.”
“Perhaps you’ve lacked opportunity.”
“Mira,” he said as soft as a gentle whisper on the breeze. #FridayKiss
“Please,” she said. “Your reputation as a rake far surpasses your reputation for collecting orchids. We both know it's true.”
A slow, seductive smile spread across his lips. He leaned closer. “So you say.” #FridayKiss
She looked at the bed; her bare feet growing cold on carpet. Simon promised her no dalliances and she believed him. Still, there’d been a few moments between them where her stomach fluttered at the slight touch of his hand. #FridayKiss
But if I had one wish, silly and anti-feminist as it may seem, it would be Max leading my rescue. If I had another moment with him I wouldn't be afraid to say how I feel. Even if he didn't reciprocate, it wouldn't matter. Regret wouldn't be my anchor any more. #FridayKiss
His pulse beat faster as he remembered how he’d awoken that morning. Her arms wrapped loosely with his. Her hair gently tickling his nose. The soft, slow breaths she made as she slept. No, he refused to get caught up in any sort of attraction. #FridayKiss#amwritingromance
It's been a couple of months since I've seen her, and her pallor's peaked. She has a slight frown on her mouth, and takes a large sip of champagne. I follow her gaze to Charlie. A moment later, her face is once again impassive. #FridayKiss
The President of the United States never negotiates with terrorists, but when the woman he secretly loves is held hostage, he must choose between losing both his credibility and re-election or saving her life. #PitMad#CR#R#A
Fleeing her lover’s lies & her wedding, Carmen unexpectedly falls for a sexy new man… with dangerous secrets. This love triangle becomes an unwilling alliance when a member of the mob looks for revenge. Can she keep this new love, or will she die trying? #pitmad#A#NA#RS#R