The moment I crack open a new book, I always rush through the beginning, the budding relationship between the hero and heroine, and anticipate that spontaneous moment when one of them makes their move. The First Kiss. The first turning point in every story.
Every week here on the blog, I’ll be sharing First Kisses from my books and those of other authors.
“Hon, what’s the problem? She’s just the housekeeper.”
Jackson turned a frustrated look on Pritzy. “Get dressed and go home! This was a stupid idea, anyway!”
Pritzy opened her mouth in shock, but he was already running toward the back door. “Go home!” he shouted over his shoulder.
The sky had opened and was pouring buckets when he stepped outside. He saw Annie, slipping and sliding in the pasture. She fell and righted herself. He yelled her name, but the sound was lost in a thunder clap. He ran through the gate and into the field. She fell again, this time flat on her stomach. He watched her push to her knees and then freeze in that position.
He slopped through the mud, rain stinging his nakedness, and circled Annie, going down on his knees in front of her. She was staring at the ground. He yelled her name above the storm and she slowly looked up. The heartbreak in her eyes twisted his gut. Rain plastered their hair to their faces and washed the mud from their bodies. Jackson said above the sound of the rain, “Nothing happened, Annie. I sent her home.”
She looked blankly into his eyes and blinked against the water dripping from her lashes.
He leaned down and cupped her face in his hands. “Annie, why do we keep fighting our desire for each other?”
Suddenly, a cry escaped her throat and she threw her arms around his neck, plastering her lips to his. Jackson moaned and kissed her with unrestrained emotion. On their knees in the mud, they finally gave in to years of frustration and suppressed longings. His tongue found hers in a mating dance and then he strung kisses from her mouth to her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, her ears, and back to her mouth.
Lightning flashed, closer now, and he stood, pulling her up with him and reaching under her legs, lifting her into the shelter of his arms. Still kissing her, he walked as quickly as he could through the slop to her cottage.
Shoving the front door open, he strode to the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the water heated, he kissed her fiercely and removed her clothes. He released the zipper of his own pants and stepped out of them. Entering the steaming shower he brought Annie with him. Lifting her legs around his waist, he backed her against the shower stall. She locked her eyes with his and placed her small hands on either side of his face, staring into his soul.
“Kiss me, Annie,” he begged.
Slowly, she brought her lips to his in a kiss sweeter than honey. She lifted her mouth a fraction and said, “I love you, Jackson.”
Her words sent him over the edge and he covered her mouth with his, lost in a desire that drove him beyond reason. She belonged to him and no one else.
Honey Kisses by Verna Clay
Ann Hackstetter first met Jackson Martinez while vacationing at Lazy M Dude Ranch with her husband and teenage son. Part of the Dude Ranch Package was a night of fun at Boot Bustin’ Barn. Ann suspected that Sage Tanner, owner of Lazy M, bribed Jackson to ask her to dance as a way of making her inattentive husband jealous. On a whim, she danced with him. Little did she realize he would awaken emotions long suppressed. Of course, she ignored those emotions. Now, five years later, she’s a widow–a destitute widow. Over the years, her son’s friendship with Sage’s daughter, Julie, blossomed, and now they’re getting married. Wedding responsibilities have temporarily taken Ann’s mind off of her desperate situation. At the reception, Jackson asks her to dance, again awakening those emotions. He makes her feel twenty-one, instead of forty-one.
Jackson Martinez has an easy way with women. However, timid Annie sets his blood to boiling. She’s older, has a grown son, and probably has an aversion to men after being married to a jerk. When Sage reveals Annie’s sad state of economic affairs and says she’s looking for a job, Jackson knows his heart is in trouble when he offers her a position running his household. Little does he realize, or anyone else for that matter, that Annie has a secret.
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About Verna Clay
My perfect day: Laptop; WiFi availability; Java Mocha; characters demanding their stories be told; a plot that comes together; and hours to live in an alternate reality. Afterward, I return home to wash dishes and vacuum.
Seriously, I have always loved reading, and now I love writing. As a preteen, I devoured Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys Mysteries. When I reached my teen years, the romance genre became my favorite and that has never changed. A few years ago, I decided to try my hand at writing and I’ve been doing so with a passion ever since. I have written around twenty novels and novellas in the genres of contemporary romance, contemporary western romance, historical western romance, and fantasy romance. Because I hate saying goodbye to characters who have lived with me for months, I usually create a series so they can be revisited from book to book.
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