Friday First Kiss #111 :: Mike and Hannah by Carla Krae – Contemporary Romance

Friday First Kiss

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.


This week’s Friday First Kiss comes from,

Mike and Hannah by Carla Krae


Who was banging on my door at 8:00AM?  On a fucking Sunday.  

“Coming, I’m coming,” I muttered.  I opened the door and WHACK.  “What the hell, lady?”

A young woman on my doorstep had just smacked my face.

“That’s for lying to me, you son of a bitch!”  She turned on heel, then, and started stomping to the elevator.

I grabbed her arm.  “What are you talking about? I’ve never met you!”  I’d remember.

Doe eyes and dark shiny hair.

“Let go!”  She looked up at me then and her brows drew together.  Her eyes trailed down my body and back up.  “You’re…not…”

“Fuck, not again.”  I released her arm.  “Brian is my twin brother.”

“Identical twins?”

“Look, I’m sorry for whatever the idiot did to you. My name is Mike.”  I offered my right hand for a shake, but she didn’t take it, too busy staring at my face.  It happened a lot.  “And you are?”

“Hannah. He never said…”

“My brother says and doesn’t say a lot of things to get in a chick’s pants. No offense.”

“Son of a bitch!”  Including a cute little foot-stomp.

I winced at the volume of her voice.  “Yep. Look, Brian’s not here. If you want to leave a message…”

Her gaze met mine again.  “Oh my God, I’m sorry I slapped you. I really didn’t know he has a twin.”

No one did, unless Brian chose to gain by it.  “Would you like some coffee or something?”

“No, no, I’ve embarrassed myself enough—”

“Brian goes jogging on Sunday mornings. He’ll be back soon if you want to hit him instead.”

She covered her face with her hands and groaned.  “God, I’m such an idiot.”

“Hey. Don’t do that. My brother’s an asshole. You seem like a nice girl and you shouldn’t blame yourself. Brian is really good at charming his way into whatever he wants.”  Been that way all our lives.  Everything he touched was golden.

“Thanks. I’m really sorry, again. Did I wake you?”  She gestured to my lack of clothing.

I’d answered the door in boxers and probably looked as tired as I felt.  We’d just gotten home from Coachella.  “Yeah, honestly, but there are worse things than a pretty girl pounding on your door.”

She blushed.  The girl was cute, with dimples and some sweet curves inside those conservative clothes.  “Well, it was nice meeting you, I guess. I should go.”  She started for the elevator again.

“For the record, I hate how he treats women.”

She paused and turned back to me.  “Does this happen…a lot?”

I cringed.  “More than you’d think for the short time he’s been in my guest room.”

Her eyes widened.  “This is your apartment?”

Ohhh, my brother was really overstaying his welcome.  “Of course. Brian can’t afford this building!”

“Wow. Things are making sense now.”  Her hands went to her hips.  “You know your brother is a con man.”

“Welcome to my life. Are you hungry?”

A head-shake.  “I couldn’t impose.”

“You’re not. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind seeing you knock my brother down a peg or two. He’s been a pain in the ass since he moved to L.A.”

She laughed.  “Fair enough. But I’ll only eat your food if I can help. You don’t owe me anything.”

I held the door open wide.  “Deal. You’re the first nice girl Brian has pissed off, by the way.”

“Really?”  She walked inside.

I shut the door and turned the lock so he’d have to use his key.  “There’ve been a couple crazy ones. I had to call security.”

“Oh my God.”  Wide eyes.  “I’m really not normally violent, I swear.”

“He made you mad.”  I shrugged.  “I’ve decked him in the past.”

“What did he do?”

“Slept with my prom date.”

“That’s awful!”  Her face shifted from shock to anger.  “How could someone do that to their own sibling?”

Despite being our parents’ favorite, Brian always wanted what I had.  Always been that way.  “In hindsight, I wasn’t that into her, but it was the principle of the thing. Brian can make you hate him and love him in the same week. I keep hoping he’ll grow out of it one day.”

“I’m sorry if I’m staring. I can’t get over how alike you look. I mean, your hair’s longer on top and you have a tattoo, but…wow. Which one of you is older?”

Despite the moniker, some identical twins are more identical than others, and we were that.  It pissed me off every time he used my face for his selfish gain.  “I am. By five minutes. He almost died at birth, so he’s the favorite.”

“What happened?”

“The umbilical cord was around his neck, so he was a little blue. He cried as soon as they got it off, so it really wasn’t that big of a deal, but he’ll tell a different story.”  So did Mom.  I’d gotten out bread and eggs for scrambled eggs and toast.  One of the few things I knew how to make.

“If he’s such a PITA, why do you let him stay with you?”

I sighed.  “Because he’s family and new in town. It was always supposed to be temporary. Just didn’t expect the drama.”  Toast in the toaster and eggs in the pan.

“Well, you’re a good brother. Are you sure I shouldn’t leave? You could go back to sleep and deal with him later.”

“Nah. I’m awake, and hungry. And I don’t mind the company.”  I winked.  She smiled.  It was a good look on her.  Also way too good a person for my brother.  “How did you meet, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“My doorstep, believe it or not. He asked to use my phone because he was lost. We got to talking and the rest is history.”  The toast popped up.  “I’ll stir the eggs. You grab that.”

I moved away from the stove to retrieve plates for the bread.  Kinda nice having a pretty girl in my kitchen.  With Jacob, Bob, and Dylan in committed relationships these days, it was hard not to feel like a seventh wheel.  Aaron was young enough to not care, but I’d been lonely lately.  The band dynamic had changed with all these women around.

“These are done, Mike.”

I brought the plates to the island.  Then heard the key in the lock.  

Can’t say what made me kiss Hannah right then.  Well, shit, I could, but it didn’t make me a good person.  I wanted Brian to feel what it was like to have something of his stolen away.

The most surprising thing was that she kissed me back.  Had she heard the lock, too?

Her lips were soft, devoid of any of that weird-tasting cosmetic crap.  It’d been a long time for me and it was easy to forget why I grabbed her in the first place.  Her hair felt like silk on my arm and her curves molded easily with my body.

“Your eggs are burning,” my brother said with all the venom he could muster.

Hannah leaned around my body.  “Hi, Brian,” she said.  “Oh, dear, you look upset. Were we not supposed to kiss other people?”

Fuck, this girl was awesome.




Mike and Hannah by Carla Krae

With most of the band coupled up now, Mike is the seventh wheel. Realizing he hasn’t cultivated a life outside the band in years is a lonely epiphany. When a young woman mistakes him for someone else, the awkward encounter turns into a possibility for something real. Something lasting. Something like love.

Hannah, a recent arrival in L.A., is looking for a connection in her new life. Despite meeting Mike under less-than-ideal circumstances, she accepts his invitation to a Memorial Day BBQ with his friends, never expecting them to be famous rockstars with hearts of gold. Mike couldn’t be nicer and sparks are flying, so when he insists on taking their time to get to know each other, part of her is flattered and the other side is frustrated he won’t get naked. How far can she tease him before he gives in?

Settle in for a sweet and spicy romance in the My Once and Future Love Revisited universe where finding yourself means finding true love. This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations. West Coast Soulmates #2.


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About Carla Krae


Fiction writer. Sci-fi lover. Trained vocalist. Cat mom.

Debuting in 2011, Carla Krae lives in California with two crazy cats and a tech guy.

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Other Books by Carla Krae

My Once and Future Love Revisited :
Completed (2016)
Dylan and Jen (stand alone)
Mike and Hannah (stand alone)

West Coast Soulmates:
Dylan and Jen (published)
Mike and Hannah (4/7/2017)
The Roommate (published)
Mr. Perfect (2017)
Untitled (2017)



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Lily Graison is a USA TODAY bestselling author of historical western romances. Her Willow Creek Series introduced readers to a small Montana town where the west is wild and the cowboys are wilder. Lily also dabbles in sci-fi, contemporary and paranormal romance when the mood strikes and all of her stories lean heavily to the spicy side with strong female leads and heroes who tend to always get what they want. She writes full time and lives in Hickory, NC with her husband and a house full of Yorkies.

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