One of my very favorite parts of romances, whether from movies or a great book,
is the build-up and realization of that first kiss. The one that gives you that
sexy punch to the gut and makes your mouth water.
Unfortunately for me, I learned I’m more of a just please punch me in the face
and let the world swallow me whole to save me from myself kind of girl.
You see, the story of the first kiss between my husband and me is not the
breathless anticipation we crave from a great romance novel or the sweet,
yearning build-up we can experience in a romantic comedy. Instead, it was a
debacle of immense proportions. I was out of practice and nervous and playing
way out of my league. He was so handsome and cool, and I was the world's biggest
cheeseball ever created. Something I never managed to outgrow.
After an amazing sushi dinner and conversation that went well into the night, he
dropped me off at the apartment I shared with a couple girlfriends. Like a
gentleman, he opened the door for me of his red Camaro with the white fuzzy dice
hanging from the review mirror—I kid you not. Then the moment of all moments was
upon us. We thanked one another for the evening, basking in the mutual enjoyment
and commenting on how fast the time had raced by.
In that pause of silence, you know the one where you both are wondering what
will happen next, he held my gaze and asked if he could kiss me. Heaven awaited,
I just knew it.
With the gentle fingers of one hand, he held my chin as he leaned in. My heart
raced, my mouth watered. The scent of him clouded my head and made me want to
melt into him. And the whole time my brain raced with how much I couldn’t
believe this was happening, and what if I sucked, and…and…
Just as our lips were a hair’s breadth from touching, so close his warm minty
breath wafted across them, I dropped my head to his chest and laughed.
"Nooooooo!" I wanted to die. I apologized profusely, forcing the ridiculous
mirth back down my throat.
He paused, I’m sure trying to figure out what asylum I’d escaped from, then
leaned in again.
I laughed.
Again.
OMG...kill me now! I swear, if I could have punched myself in the face, I would
have.
Pulling in a breath with a skewed little smirk on his face, he leaned in one
more time.
*hangs head* You guessed it. I laughed. And my stomach tried to force up dinner
over my world record idiocy. My mind screamed once more in that garbled slow
motion sound effect you see in the movies. With a look that could be nothing but
utter mortification, I just stood there. I never wished so hard for the ground
to open up and swallow me whole.
Cool, and probably not a little concerned about my stability, he eased a step
back and said, "Maybe just a hug."
Swearing profusely at my stupid self, I shoved down my panic from making an epic
train wreck out of the thing I'd been wanting to do all night. Then blocking my
brain from trying to think at all, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked
him down, planting my lips on his.
And didn't stop for the next two hours.
Oh...and I was right. Heaven, my friends. Sweet, sweet heaven. LOL!
So, the moral of the story is that though I adore and anticipate the first kiss
of every romance I come across, I am so relieved mine is in the past and did not
hurt my happily ever after.
M.K. Meredith writes single title contemporary romance promising an
emotional ride on heated sheets. She believes the best route to success is to
never stop learning. Her lifelong love affair with peanut butter continues. Only
two things come close in the battle for her affections: gorgeous heels and maybe
Gerard Butler…or was it David Gandy? Who is she kidding? Her true loves are her
husband and two children who have survived her SEA's (spontaneous explosions of
affection) and live to tell the tale. The Meredith's live in the D.C. area with
their two large fur babies...until the next adventure calls.
International Temptation
International tycoon Drago De Luca has the world at his feet and he knows it.
But back home in Italy, his beloved grandmother's family inn is on the verge of
closing down for good, thanks to hotshot American heiress, Chase Huntington, and
her new hotel. Drago has to protect Nonna's inn, even if it means getting close
enough to Chase to convince her she needs to leave. But the more time he spends
with Chase, the more he's drawn to her passion, her love of his culture, and the
way she looks in those Louis Vuitton heels.
Chase Huntington would give anything to enjoy her time with charming,
sexy-as-hell Drago in the style capital of the world, but she has to make sure
the new Huntington hotel opens successfully. How else can she prove she's not
just fashionista with a fortune—she’s an heiress savvy enough to take over the
family’s biggest hotel back in California? But somewhere between boutiques and
business plans, she falls head over Louboutins for Drago. But when Drago's true
motive for spending so much time with her comes to light, it could destroy
everything Chase built and everything she thought she found in Italy.
Romance Contemporary
[Entangled Indulgence, On Sale: September 19, 2016,
e-Book, ISBN: 9781633756953 / eISBN: 9781633756953]
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