I just got the word and have ordered some copies for my own use. Any reader who wants an autographed copy, I will sell you one and share my author's discount by covering the postage to ship it anywhere in the USA. If you are elsewhere we can talk about it and find a compromise! It is listed right now at $11.80 on Amazon. So that will be your price, delivered in any of the 50. Here's the link if you prefer to shop for yourself. : http://www.amazon.com/Hearts-Heal-Gwynn-Morgan/
You can also go through the Amber Quill site to order the book, both in electronic formats--a choice of five to fit almost any e-reader--as well as the print version. To get there click on or cut and paste the following: http://www.amberquill.com/HeartsToHeal.html
On other news, the mss is now in and the contract signed for Kit's Ultimate Deal, which will be coming out in May. More on that one shortly. I can't wait to see what the hugely talented Trace Edward Zebar comes up with for that cover!! His work is just awesome--always.
Deirdre is also on pins and needles to see what will cover her upcoming release--I think it is in March but not totally sure yet--Wrenching. It's vintage Deirdre, two hot guys and a lot of action, intrigue, angst and sexual tension! It's part of a PAX group, all five tales taking place at least partly in a garage and we all seem to have gone with a mechanic theme but knowing the five authors, they will be vastly different stories. Deirdre's is set in New Mexico on a ranch and nearby small town with a flavor of some troubles that are happening in this region. Excerpts and such fun stuff coming soon.
Go in peace friends and readers!
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Odds and ends of news
As you all know, Hearts to Heal has been out in ebook form since the first weekend of the month and the year. I still haven't gotten word that print copies are available but I will let everyone know the very minute I get this word! I will be ordering at least ten copies and maybe more so I can have some to sign and send to any friend or fan who wants one.
Here's a shot of me at a book fair a few years back. I'm a little thinner now but otherwise look about the same and still favor the southwest style attire for my professional appearances!
For those of you who are Gwynn Morgan fans, another re-released book will be coming out in May. It hasn't been out of print quite as long as Healing Hearts/ Hearts to Heal but has been off the market for several years and wasn't widely available when it was in print. It was published by Hardshell Word Factory back in the days when ebooks got no respect and finding outlets for the print versions of such books was about like a treasure hunt for hen's teeth! So to 95% of current readers or more, it will be brand new.
The original title of this book was Deal For Love and it will be reissued as Kit's Ultimate Deal. As I said it will be out early in May. Of course I am very excited about it, too. The book is set in Tucson and in Arizona's scenic White Mountains and the Chiricahua Apache Reservation in that area. The H&H are a fun couple with vastly different priorities and life styles who start their relationship trapped in a blizzard, sharing a rustic cabin for about 40 hours! It was a book I really enjoyed writing and I've contemplated a follow-on or spin-off which will star the Deal hero's Apache friend, Jason Hunter and of course give Bret and Kit a cameo spot so you can see how their life has progressed after "The End" in Kit's Ultimate Deal.
Looking a bit farther ahead, the next books to be reissued will be the first two of my Copper Stars trilogy, Penny's Luck and Mollie's McGuire. I do not intend to change those titles and Jessie's Legacy, the third book in the group which has never been completed and published, resides now in a busy block in my computer as I work to complete it. I hope to get Penny out late in 2014 with Mollie and Jessie to follow in 2015. These are very special books that honor my late husband's time on the Bisbee Police Department, where he was working when we met, and my middle son's long tenure with the Cochise County Sheriff's Department as well as other members of both organizations that I have known. The books were originally set in the early 1980s; I have not decided whether I will try to bring them into the twenty-first century or not! I'm open to suggestions.... I could update the first two as I re-edit them although right now I am a bit reluctant to do so. The time period is part of the atmosphere, I think!
While they bear little in common with J.A. Jance's Joanna Brady series except a common setting, I hope my love for the area comes through in them as clearly as hers does in those wonderful mysteries. She too makes the setting almost another character, which I think adds so much. I'm an ardent fan of hers, especially those and the shorter series on the Walker family. We have corresponded a bit and even have little dogs that could almost be siblings! She has an adorable little sweetie that looks a lot like my wee Rojito! How is that for a coincidence? Here is my little guy ensconced in Mom's fave chair!
So that brings you up to date on Gwynn's activities for the time being. As soon as I have a cover for Kit I will share it. It should be along in a month or so. Meanwhile you can visit my (our!) other blog, www.deirdre-fourds.blogspot.com to follow many more personal adventures and some of the other things going on in my life, influences that have colored a lot of my writing and such!
Deirdre is busy too but I'll leave that for another post in a few days.
Here's a shot of me at a book fair a few years back. I'm a little thinner now but otherwise look about the same and still favor the southwest style attire for my professional appearances!
For those of you who are Gwynn Morgan fans, another re-released book will be coming out in May. It hasn't been out of print quite as long as Healing Hearts/ Hearts to Heal but has been off the market for several years and wasn't widely available when it was in print. It was published by Hardshell Word Factory back in the days when ebooks got no respect and finding outlets for the print versions of such books was about like a treasure hunt for hen's teeth! So to 95% of current readers or more, it will be brand new.
The original title of this book was Deal For Love and it will be reissued as Kit's Ultimate Deal. As I said it will be out early in May. Of course I am very excited about it, too. The book is set in Tucson and in Arizona's scenic White Mountains and the Chiricahua Apache Reservation in that area. The H&H are a fun couple with vastly different priorities and life styles who start their relationship trapped in a blizzard, sharing a rustic cabin for about 40 hours! It was a book I really enjoyed writing and I've contemplated a follow-on or spin-off which will star the Deal hero's Apache friend, Jason Hunter and of course give Bret and Kit a cameo spot so you can see how their life has progressed after "The End" in Kit's Ultimate Deal.
Looking a bit farther ahead, the next books to be reissued will be the first two of my Copper Stars trilogy, Penny's Luck and Mollie's McGuire. I do not intend to change those titles and Jessie's Legacy, the third book in the group which has never been completed and published, resides now in a busy block in my computer as I work to complete it. I hope to get Penny out late in 2014 with Mollie and Jessie to follow in 2015. These are very special books that honor my late husband's time on the Bisbee Police Department, where he was working when we met, and my middle son's long tenure with the Cochise County Sheriff's Department as well as other members of both organizations that I have known. The books were originally set in the early 1980s; I have not decided whether I will try to bring them into the twenty-first century or not! I'm open to suggestions.... I could update the first two as I re-edit them although right now I am a bit reluctant to do so. The time period is part of the atmosphere, I think!
While they bear little in common with J.A. Jance's Joanna Brady series except a common setting, I hope my love for the area comes through in them as clearly as hers does in those wonderful mysteries. She too makes the setting almost another character, which I think adds so much. I'm an ardent fan of hers, especially those and the shorter series on the Walker family. We have corresponded a bit and even have little dogs that could almost be siblings! She has an adorable little sweetie that looks a lot like my wee Rojito! How is that for a coincidence? Here is my little guy ensconced in Mom's fave chair!
So that brings you up to date on Gwynn's activities for the time being. As soon as I have a cover for Kit I will share it. It should be along in a month or so. Meanwhile you can visit my (our!) other blog, www.deirdre-fourds.blogspot.com to follow many more personal adventures and some of the other things going on in my life, influences that have colored a lot of my writing and such!
Deirdre is busy too but I'll leave that for another post in a few days.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Hearts to Heal is Out!!!
This book was released this past weekend in e-formats. It will be available in print later this month and I will let you know when. Of course I will get a few copies and they will be available signed at a smidge below the list price--I try to share my author discount with special fans and friends.
Anyway you can find it at http://www.amberquill.com/HeartsToHeal.html
Hearts To Heal by Gwynn Morgan ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-533-2 (Electronic) ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-844-9 (Paperback)
"You're walking." Stating the
obvious. Great wit, Doc. Jerry
felt absurd, but any other words he might blurt out would be completely inappropriate.
She smiled, a self-conscious little smile, and nodded. "Yes, I'm walking. I can't get a shoe to quite match the height of my cast and cast boot, though. Heels are too high and everything else is too low, so I feel-lopsided."
"You look gorgeous." He was unable to stop himself from that comment, appropriate or not. "Like you're ready to go to a party."
"She is," Jennifer declared, reentering the dining room. "There's a party right here. We're celebrating, aren't we, Bonnie?"
Tearing his gaze away from Bonnie long enough to look at Jennifer, he saw she, too, was dressed up. At first, he wasn't sure whether he liked the effect or not. A brief black slink of some clinging fabric slithered over her body, showing off the girl's developing figure. On a woman Bonnie's age, it would have been one sexy outfit.
Hell, it was sexy on Jennifer! And he didn't like that a bit. What was his little girl doing, looking fifteen going on twenty-five? Her makeup was obvious, nothing subtle about it at all. The high-heeled black sandals she wore added at least three inches to her normal five-foot-eight, putting her almost eye-level with him.
He looked back at Bonnie, whose anxious gaze darted between him and Jennifer as she measured his reaction to his daughter's appearance. Bonnie's concern decided his response in an instant. He'd ignore the provocation of Jennifer's too-mature new look, at least for this evening. He could not dampen Bonnie's glow of pleasure by involving her in yet another acrimonious discussion. No one outside the family was going to see Jennifer tonight, anyway. He'd deal with that issue later.
"I feel like I brought the OR home with me. Give me about ten minutes to shower and change. Then I'll be ready to join you."
Better make that a cold shower, he amended to himself, as he took one last look at Bonnie before heading for the safety of his room. She looked like the wholesomeLatina
……. (they have dinner here. Afterwards Jennifer and her visiting friends ask to be excused and return with a wrapped gift which they give to Bonnie.)
As he reached to pull Bonnie’s chair out, he couldn't resist the urge to touch her bare shoulder. The tawny skin felt as silky and inviting as it looked, warm beneath his hand. He sensed the delicate tremor that ran through her before he moved his hand onto the chair. She turned her head sending her hair slipping across his fingers, a delicate brush stroke that sizzled through him.
A faint vanilla-cinnamon scent emanated from her skin, from that silky, gorgeous hair. Would her skin taste the same way, if he put his lips there, just inside the thin line of the strap? Before he could test his sudden notion, the three girls returned in a flurry of giggles. Jennifer had her hands behind her. When she extended them toward Bonnie, he could see she held a small package.
Bonnie blushed. "You didn't need to do that! I mean all of this; it's too much. I feel...I'm embarrassed. There's no way I can repay all you've all done." Her glance swept to meet Jerry's for an instant and then moving on to include Mercedes and Jennifer and her friends.
"We wanted to." Mercedes and Jennifer spoke together, the exact same sentiment.
"Yes, we did," Jerry agreed. Bonnie glanced back at him, and her blush deepened.
"Open it...open it," Suz cried.
Bonnie sat back down. With great care, she carefully undid the silver ribbon and worked loose the tape holding the peach-colored paper around the small package. The girls fidgeted and giggled.
"Hurry up!" Jennifer demanded. "We're dying to see what you think."
Folding the paper back, Bonnie revealed three CDs. "Oh, wow! Oh, my gosh. The sound track from Salena and Los Lonely Boys and...oh, this really is too much!"
"You told me you liked salsa music and loved Salena," Jennifer explained. "And that it would be too quiet, alone in your house, so Suz and I got these for you."
Of course, they had to listen to the three discs. They all trooped into the rec room. Jennifer put the three discs in the player and then, as an afterthought, lowered the volume a few notches.
Jerry watched Bonnie as the first strains of a jaunty Norteano cumbia tune poured out. In a moment, she began to tap her good foot and move with the music.
"Do you know how to dance to this?" Jennifer asked. "If you do, you've got to teach me, 'cause I think it is so cool."
"Yes, you've got to, you've just got to!" Suz seconded.
Bonnie stood and in slow motion, sketched out a few of the basic steps. The girls copied her and soon were getting into the mood of it. She sat down and let them have the floor.
After dancing through a couple of songs, Jennifer crossed the room and grabbed Jerry's hand. "Come on, Dad. You try it with me."
He set aside the drink he'd asked Mercedes to prepare--a margarita, in keeping with the evening's theme. He was determined he would not allow any call-outs tonight. Other doctors could take any emergencies. The tequila had gone to his head, in spite of the food, and left him feeling mellow.
He laughed. "You'll be sorry, squirt. I've got two left feet when it comes to dancing. I'll be stepping all over your toes."
That wasn't altogether true. He'd done his share of dancing in high school and college, and still sometimes took his dates out dancing if they indicated a liking for it. Picking up the basic steps was not hard, and before the first disc finished, he'd danced with all three of the girls. Bonnie clapped her approval.
The second disc was the Salena one, the first song a poignant ballad. Acting on impulse, Jerry crossed to Bonnie and held out his hands. "Come on...this is a slow one. All you have to do is sway to the music. You can do that, even with a cast on."
At first, she shook her head. "No, I won't be able to," she protested. "I'll probably fall or something. I've only been walking since two o'clock."
"I'll hang onto you," he promised.
"Yeah, come on," Jennifer urged. "Just one song."
It ended up being three, one after another. And, before the second was over, Jennifer herded her friends off to her room with an explanation that they had to see the photographs she'd taken at school which she'd just downloaded from her phone to her new tablet. Mercedes had retired to the kitchen, or perhaps her apartment off the garage. Jerry and Bonnie were left alone with melancholy words of lost love and loneliness whispered to the sensuous beat of a traditional acoustic guitar.
Jerry found Bonnie made an amazing dance partner, even in a cast. She moved with the grace and lightness of a gymnast, a natural athlete. He could feel when she started to grow tired. He tried to take more of her weight in the support of his arms around her. Finally, they slowed almost to a stop, just swaying to the music as he had suggested.
He absorbed the heat of her pliant body, letting it warm the last weary tension from his hands. Through the thin cotton dress, he could feel the gentle curve of her ribs, the shifting of the work-toned muscles on her back. He absorbed her lush, feminine shape along with the heat and the vital energy she exuded.
When she turned, bowing her head to rest against his shoulder, her hair swirled out, tickling under his chin. He bent to bury his face in the dark cloud of it, inhaling the tantalizing scent that seemed to be uniquely Bonnie's. Coupled with the tequila warming him inside, that scent made him dizzy.
"Am I really holding you up or are you holding me up?" He asked the question into the top of her head, the soft strands clinging to his lips as he spoke. "I'm starting to feel like the room is revolving around us. I think Mercedes gave me a double shot in that margarita."
Bonnie giggled. "If you aren't holding me up, I'd better sit down. My legs are starting to feel like jelly. Is this room awfully warm, or is it just me?"
He stopped. He released her to move both hands to her shoulders, holding her at arms' length. She tipped her head back to look up at him, unconsciously offering him the curve of her throat, almost as tempting as her rosy, parted lips. The tender hollow above her collarbone, those two bare shoulders...sites for a hundred kisses. Sites he had to sample.
When she recognized his intent, her eyes widened for an instant and then fluttered shut. She didn't move away, didn't tense or stiffen as he half-expected her to.
They were caught up in a moment outside of time, separate and distinct from reality and everyday life. In the distance, a sultry voice crooned urgent words of love in Spanish, while the guitar beat became quicker and more demanding.
Slipping past an intoxicating cloud of vanilla and cinnamon, silken hair, and feminine heat, Jerry found Bonnie's lips and took possession. Her mouth was warm and firm, but yielding, parting in welcome, tasting of chocolate, sweet fruit and sizzling spice. He tasted her thoroughly, savoring every subtle nuance of flavor and texture in a long, leisurely kiss.
He moved his hands again, dropping one to circle behind her, coming to rest at the hollow of her back, at the very point where the outward curve of her elegant little tush began. The other rose to cup her head, fingers weaving into the luxurious cascade of hair. Then his lips took possession of hers again.
Some seconds later, he pulled away from her lips and bent to nuzzle under her chin. From there, he moved to trace the line of her collarbone with the tip of his tongue. There her skin held a trace of salt along with the sweetness. She shivered at the moist touch, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.
Only two thin layers of fabric, his T-shirt and her dress separated their bodies. He felt her nipples harden, thrusting against the confining material, as if seeking closer contact. At her back, his hand slid lower, curving over the outward slope of her derriere to press her closer to him. He wanted to caress those eager breasts, too, but with which hand? If only he had a third so he would not have to abandon either of his current holds.
Caught in an elemental urgency, he spared no thought to where they were, or to any of the reasons this should not be happening. Then, at the outer periphery of awareness, a door slammed, and girlish, giggling voices sounded, coming closer.
Bonnie stiffened and jerked free of his hold. Color washed up over her shoulders and throat to flood her face. Then it faded, leaving her unnaturally pale. She stumbled back two steps and sank onto the couch.
"Santa Madre, what in the world were we doing? What were we thinking of?"
Her words hissed out in a shocked, taut whisper. She reached up and scrubbed a hand across her lips, as if to wipe away all trace of his kisses.
Anyway you can find it at http://www.amberquill.com/HeartsToHeal.html
Hearts To Heal by Gwynn Morgan ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-533-2 (Electronic) ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-844-9 (Paperback)
Here is the cover again and below another excerpt at the point the heat begins to come on ;-). And below, there's a picture of me in my blue cast when I was recovering from the accident that started this book as an idea! I lived in that darn chair for most of the six weeks I wore my cast. I think this was the day I went to have it removed--as Bonnie has just done in the excerpt below!
Excerpt:
She smiled, a self-conscious little smile, and nodded. "Yes, I'm walking. I can't get a shoe to quite match the height of my cast and cast boot, though. Heels are too high and everything else is too low, so I feel-lopsided."
"You look gorgeous." He was unable to stop himself from that comment, appropriate or not. "Like you're ready to go to a party."
"She is," Jennifer declared, reentering the dining room. "There's a party right here. We're celebrating, aren't we, Bonnie?"
Tearing his gaze away from Bonnie long enough to look at Jennifer, he saw she, too, was dressed up. At first, he wasn't sure whether he liked the effect or not. A brief black slink of some clinging fabric slithered over her body, showing off the girl's developing figure. On a woman Bonnie's age, it would have been one sexy outfit.
Hell, it was sexy on Jennifer! And he didn't like that a bit. What was his little girl doing, looking fifteen going on twenty-five? Her makeup was obvious, nothing subtle about it at all. The high-heeled black sandals she wore added at least three inches to her normal five-foot-eight, putting her almost eye-level with him.
He looked back at Bonnie, whose anxious gaze darted between him and Jennifer as she measured his reaction to his daughter's appearance. Bonnie's concern decided his response in an instant. He'd ignore the provocation of Jennifer's too-mature new look, at least for this evening. He could not dampen Bonnie's glow of pleasure by involving her in yet another acrimonious discussion. No one outside the family was going to see Jennifer tonight, anyway. He'd deal with that issue later.
"I feel like I brought the OR home with me. Give me about ten minutes to shower and change. Then I'll be ready to join you."
Better make that a cold shower, he amended to himself, as he took one last look at Bonnie before heading for the safety of his room. She looked like the wholesome
……. (they have dinner here. Afterwards Jennifer and her visiting friends ask to be excused and return with a wrapped gift which they give to Bonnie.)
As he reached to pull Bonnie’s chair out, he couldn't resist the urge to touch her bare shoulder. The tawny skin felt as silky and inviting as it looked, warm beneath his hand. He sensed the delicate tremor that ran through her before he moved his hand onto the chair. She turned her head sending her hair slipping across his fingers, a delicate brush stroke that sizzled through him.
A faint vanilla-cinnamon scent emanated from her skin, from that silky, gorgeous hair. Would her skin taste the same way, if he put his lips there, just inside the thin line of the strap? Before he could test his sudden notion, the three girls returned in a flurry of giggles. Jennifer had her hands behind her. When she extended them toward Bonnie, he could see she held a small package.
Bonnie blushed. "You didn't need to do that! I mean all of this; it's too much. I feel...I'm embarrassed. There's no way I can repay all you've all done." Her glance swept to meet Jerry's for an instant and then moving on to include Mercedes and Jennifer and her friends.
"We wanted to." Mercedes and Jennifer spoke together, the exact same sentiment.
"Yes, we did," Jerry agreed. Bonnie glanced back at him, and her blush deepened.
"Open it...open it," Suz cried.
Bonnie sat back down. With great care, she carefully undid the silver ribbon and worked loose the tape holding the peach-colored paper around the small package. The girls fidgeted and giggled.
"Hurry up!" Jennifer demanded. "We're dying to see what you think."
Folding the paper back, Bonnie revealed three CDs. "Oh, wow! Oh, my gosh. The sound track from Salena and Los Lonely Boys and...oh, this really is too much!"
"You told me you liked salsa music and loved Salena," Jennifer explained. "And that it would be too quiet, alone in your house, so Suz and I got these for you."
Of course, they had to listen to the three discs. They all trooped into the rec room. Jennifer put the three discs in the player and then, as an afterthought, lowered the volume a few notches.
Jerry watched Bonnie as the first strains of a jaunty Norteano cumbia tune poured out. In a moment, she began to tap her good foot and move with the music.
"Do you know how to dance to this?" Jennifer asked. "If you do, you've got to teach me, 'cause I think it is so cool."
"Yes, you've got to, you've just got to!" Suz seconded.
Bonnie stood and in slow motion, sketched out a few of the basic steps. The girls copied her and soon were getting into the mood of it. She sat down and let them have the floor.
After dancing through a couple of songs, Jennifer crossed the room and grabbed Jerry's hand. "Come on, Dad. You try it with me."
He set aside the drink he'd asked Mercedes to prepare--a margarita, in keeping with the evening's theme. He was determined he would not allow any call-outs tonight. Other doctors could take any emergencies. The tequila had gone to his head, in spite of the food, and left him feeling mellow.
He laughed. "You'll be sorry, squirt. I've got two left feet when it comes to dancing. I'll be stepping all over your toes."
That wasn't altogether true. He'd done his share of dancing in high school and college, and still sometimes took his dates out dancing if they indicated a liking for it. Picking up the basic steps was not hard, and before the first disc finished, he'd danced with all three of the girls. Bonnie clapped her approval.
The second disc was the Salena one, the first song a poignant ballad. Acting on impulse, Jerry crossed to Bonnie and held out his hands. "Come on...this is a slow one. All you have to do is sway to the music. You can do that, even with a cast on."
At first, she shook her head. "No, I won't be able to," she protested. "I'll probably fall or something. I've only been walking since two o'clock."
"I'll hang onto you," he promised.
"Yeah, come on," Jennifer urged. "Just one song."
It ended up being three, one after another. And, before the second was over, Jennifer herded her friends off to her room with an explanation that they had to see the photographs she'd taken at school which she'd just downloaded from her phone to her new tablet. Mercedes had retired to the kitchen, or perhaps her apartment off the garage. Jerry and Bonnie were left alone with melancholy words of lost love and loneliness whispered to the sensuous beat of a traditional acoustic guitar.
Jerry found Bonnie made an amazing dance partner, even in a cast. She moved with the grace and lightness of a gymnast, a natural athlete. He could feel when she started to grow tired. He tried to take more of her weight in the support of his arms around her. Finally, they slowed almost to a stop, just swaying to the music as he had suggested.
He absorbed the heat of her pliant body, letting it warm the last weary tension from his hands. Through the thin cotton dress, he could feel the gentle curve of her ribs, the shifting of the work-toned muscles on her back. He absorbed her lush, feminine shape along with the heat and the vital energy she exuded.
When she turned, bowing her head to rest against his shoulder, her hair swirled out, tickling under his chin. He bent to bury his face in the dark cloud of it, inhaling the tantalizing scent that seemed to be uniquely Bonnie's. Coupled with the tequila warming him inside, that scent made him dizzy.
"Am I really holding you up or are you holding me up?" He asked the question into the top of her head, the soft strands clinging to his lips as he spoke. "I'm starting to feel like the room is revolving around us. I think Mercedes gave me a double shot in that margarita."
Bonnie giggled. "If you aren't holding me up, I'd better sit down. My legs are starting to feel like jelly. Is this room awfully warm, or is it just me?"
He stopped. He released her to move both hands to her shoulders, holding her at arms' length. She tipped her head back to look up at him, unconsciously offering him the curve of her throat, almost as tempting as her rosy, parted lips. The tender hollow above her collarbone, those two bare shoulders...sites for a hundred kisses. Sites he had to sample.
When she recognized his intent, her eyes widened for an instant and then fluttered shut. She didn't move away, didn't tense or stiffen as he half-expected her to.
They were caught up in a moment outside of time, separate and distinct from reality and everyday life. In the distance, a sultry voice crooned urgent words of love in Spanish, while the guitar beat became quicker and more demanding.
Slipping past an intoxicating cloud of vanilla and cinnamon, silken hair, and feminine heat, Jerry found Bonnie's lips and took possession. Her mouth was warm and firm, but yielding, parting in welcome, tasting of chocolate, sweet fruit and sizzling spice. He tasted her thoroughly, savoring every subtle nuance of flavor and texture in a long, leisurely kiss.
He moved his hands again, dropping one to circle behind her, coming to rest at the hollow of her back, at the very point where the outward curve of her elegant little tush began. The other rose to cup her head, fingers weaving into the luxurious cascade of hair. Then his lips took possession of hers again.
Some seconds later, he pulled away from her lips and bent to nuzzle under her chin. From there, he moved to trace the line of her collarbone with the tip of his tongue. There her skin held a trace of salt along with the sweetness. She shivered at the moist touch, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.
Only two thin layers of fabric, his T-shirt and her dress separated their bodies. He felt her nipples harden, thrusting against the confining material, as if seeking closer contact. At her back, his hand slid lower, curving over the outward slope of her derriere to press her closer to him. He wanted to caress those eager breasts, too, but with which hand? If only he had a third so he would not have to abandon either of his current holds.
Caught in an elemental urgency, he spared no thought to where they were, or to any of the reasons this should not be happening. Then, at the outer periphery of awareness, a door slammed, and girlish, giggling voices sounded, coming closer.
Bonnie stiffened and jerked free of his hold. Color washed up over her shoulders and throat to flood her face. Then it faded, leaving her unnaturally pale. She stumbled back two steps and sank onto the couch.
"Santa Madre, what in the world were we doing? What were we thinking of?"
Her words hissed out in a shocked, taut whisper. She reached up and scrubbed a hand across her lips, as if to wipe away all trace of his kisses.
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