ROMANCE WITH HEART
Award winning author writing for: Myrmidon Press, Little Black Dress, Samhain Publishing, Astraea Press and Freya's Bower.
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
September Song is out!
And at a bargain price! Amazon UKAmazon.com Also available on NOOK Erin came to New Bay on her year out, keen to experience life in a vibrant seaside town famous for its surf and surfers. She doesn’t expect to be left with a very expensive spare ticket to the hottest concert in town.
Her boss, Kelly’s solution is to recruit Dan to take the ticket and escort Erin to the concert. But why would Erin want to go on an enforced date with the geekiest guy in New Bay? And why doesn’t ex-champion surfer, Dan surf anymore?
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“Here, let me help you.” Dan held her jacket out. The sensitive skin of her neck tingled as he straightened out her collar for her. “Thanks. It was a great concert, wasn’t it?” She bit her bottom lip uncertainly. His eyes met hers, deep, dark pools in the light of the stadium. For a brief wonderful moment, she thought he was about to kiss her, but then he moved away along the row of seats. “Yeah, it was really good. We’d better get to the car.” Her spirits plummeted as she followed him to the top of the steps to descend to the exit. It looked as if she’d misjudged his intentions. He waited for her to make it through the throng to his side. “Do you want anything else to eat or drink before we go?” he asked. She shook her head as a group of people rushed past her, throwing her off balance. She lurched against Dan as he placed his hand on her arm to steady her. For a sweet all-‐‑too-‐‑brief second, her head rested against the broad plain of his chest, and she heard the wild tattoo of his heartbeat. “Time we got out of here, I think,” he said. Her pulse raced as he held her hand all the way along the path to the car. His fingers warmed her cold flesh and she enjoyed the feeling of closeness, the intimacy of his fingers interlaced with hers. Her heart pitter-‐‑patted in time with their footsteps on the paved surface, the butterflies in her stomach dancing like the moths in the beams from the lights that lined the path. They halted at the side of his car and he drew her closer to him. “It’s been a lovely night,” she murmured. He dipped his head and his lips claimed hers. His arms were around her, pulling her gently towards him. She quivered with pleasure as her hips bumped against his, her body pressed against his lean firm length. Her tongue explored his mouth and she revelled in the sweet heat of his lips against hers.
Nell is an award winning author living in the heart of the Black Country with her husband, three children, a tank of tropical fish, a crazy Cockerpoo called Teddy and whatever is left of her sanity. Welcome to her world...