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.
“Damn it, Kat,” he said, moving closer. “In the first place, we’re not going to catch any rustlers out here. Not with all the noise and chattering you’re doing. If there were any rustlers around, I guarantee they’re long gone by now. In the second place…”
“How many times do I have to remind you? I hired you. I’m asking you to do a job.”
Joshua’s gaze went directly to Kat’s mouth. Her rosy lips looked soft and inviting, the lower lip slightly fuller than the upper one. She stared back at him. Was he supposed to say something? What were they talking about? Oh, right. He was working for her. She was the boss.
She only thought she was in charge.
Joshua chuckled and took a step closer, licking his lips as he breathed in the sweet fragrance that rose around Kat. Vanilla. Sugar. A touch of cinnamon.
The light from the full moon pooled over her. She stood before him like a mystical goddess with hair of shimmering, silvery flames. In the stillness of the night, the air seemed suddenly charged, suddenly intimate, and suddenly dangerous.
Kat’s delectable mouth was open a little. Her eyes were fixed on him.
He took another step forward. She didn’t back away as he’d expected but stood her ground. This close to her, he saw how smooth and soft the skin of her face was. Almost like velvet. No, smoother than velvet.
He had to touch it, to see if it felt as soft as it looked. His fingers barely grazed her skin, moving down her face in a feather-light touch that set off a flood of pleasurable sensations.
Still, she didn’t move back.
As his hand moved farther down her face to cup her chin, she trembled slightly. Her breath caught in a sudden gasp, and she lowered her gaze, yet she didn’t draw away. Joshua’s fingers continued their slow exploration, brushing over the soft nape of her neck. His loins stirred.
Her body quivered and she looked up again, lifting smoldering eyes to him. He immediately recognized the signals those blue eyes were sending, although he doubted Kat had any idea. She was too young, too naive, too innocent. And far too tempting to resist.
He pulled her close, and his fingers tangled in the wild mane of her hair. Joshua covered her lips with his. Her mouth was hot and moist. Her lips parted in an instinctive response to his kiss.
Years of longing surged through him. He tightened his hold, and her body yielded naturally, molding itself to him. Desire rippled through him, down his spine into his buttocks, up from his toes into the rock-hard erection between his legs. He pressed against her.
Kat stiffened. Her hands at his chest turned rigid. Her breathing ragged, she tore herself away and staggered back. “Stop it…please…don’t…” Her eyes were wide, filled with both fear and desire.
He clenched his hands together and inhaled a deep breath, fighting to steady himself. What in hell had he done now? He’d wanted to prove something, but what? That he was still a man? That he was in charge?
And Kat thought she wasn’t much of a woman? Holy shit! With one single kiss she’d proved herself woman enough to be his undoing. Raking a hand through his hair, he struggled to regain a semblance of control. Every inch of his body still burned as though her lips had set him aflame.
She stood a few feet away, her hand pressed to her mouth. She drew it away and stared up at him. “What did you do that for?”
“What?” Like an idiot, he shrugged.
“You kissed me.”
He grabbed for the first plausible thought. “You said you didn’t think you were much of a woman. I just thought I’d show you otherwise.”
She rubbed a hand over her forehead, then rolled her eyes at him. For a moment, Joshua thought she might say something else, but she shook her head, muttered something he didn’t quite catch, and turned away.
“Look, Kat, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, and don’t worry, I won’t let it happen again.”
“We came here to do a job,” she said. Her voice shook, and Joshua knew the kiss had affected her deeply. “I trust you’ll keep your mind on work now.”
She was wrong to trust him.
Kat Phillips is not the marrying kind. She can’t cook, keep house, or sew a stitch. When her father takes sick and decides to sell the Rocking P ranch, Kat must either follow his wishes and marry the lackluster minister in town or find a husband for herself.
Joshua Barron comes to the Colorado Territory to make a new start. Nothing means more to him than freedom. He arrives at the cabin where he’ll be staying with his reclusive, crazy-as-a-coot cousin, and realizes Cody desperately needs a wife. His thoughts go at once to the long-legged redhead he met in the foothills.
When Kat realizes the handsome stranger is looking for a wife, she’s determined to prove she’s got all the skills required to please a man…even if she has to lie to do it. She has no idea that Joshua is involved in a few lies of his own.
Not the Marrying Kind is the first in “The Sunset Series”, a series of romances set in the fictional town of Sunset, Colorado. The second book of the series, Keeping Faith will be available later this year from Secret Cravings Publishing.
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About Christine Cole
Christina Cole writes old-fashioned love stories about imperfect men and women who fall in love despite the odds and who come to realize that love is a powerful force for good. She believes love strengthens us, heals us, and makes us better people. Through her writing, she hopes to bring more love into the lives of her readers.
She fell in love with words at a very young age. She’ll always be grateful to her grandfather and his patience as he taught her the joys of reading. Throughout her childhood she loved telling tales. Her grandfather also taught her to type on his old Underwood, and she spent many days contentedly pounding those keys and seeing her stories come to life.
Things have changed now. Her grandfather is gone, and so is the old typewriter, but Christina’s love for story-telling has remained strong. She now does her typing on a computer in a cozy little writing room filled with books, treasures, and a much-cherished photograph of her grandfather.
She is married, lives in the midwest, loves history, hates winter, and is happily at work on her next historical romance, “Keeping Faith” — Book 2 of “The Sunset Series”.
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