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This is from my very first published novel, Dangerous Deceit by Romy Gemmell, British Regency intrigue, which is still one of my most popular books (I republished it after the rights reverted to me).
“I believe you have lost something, Miss Hetherington.”
Lydia’s eyes widened as she watched Lord Sheldon lazily hold out his hand. He was holding a gold ribbon such as Agnes had threaded in her hair earlier that evening! She put her hand to her head and discovered, belatedly, that her hair had started to come undone at the back. The ribbon must have caught on the bush where she’d hidden. She could not think what to say for a moment until she noted the challenge in his stare.
“I fear you must be following me, my lord. I was unaware the ribbon had come loose as I took a turn around the garden. I wonder that you should know to whom it belongs.” She held out her hand. “Thank you for returning it.”
His shoulders stiffened and Lydia was convinced he knew she had seen him with the Frenchman. Then the speculation in his grey eyes was replaced by amusement as he walked towards her.
“Allow me, Miss Hetherington.”
Before she guessed what he intended, his hands were on her shoulders and for a moment he gazed into her eyes. Then he gently turned her away from him. Next minute, he was expertly threading the ribbon through her hair.
Lydia held her breath as his fingers brushed her head, the light touch making her skin tingle. Too soon, he had secured the ribbon. Yet still his hand lingered for a moment against her hair and she hoped he could not hear the loud beating of her heart.
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SHE LIKES IT IRISH was published in 2013. As Skye Turner said: “She Likes It Irish has everything from quirky banter, sexy flirtation, sweet romance, devastating betrayal and heartache, and erotic, pulse pounding sex. I loved this book and did I mention yet, it is so hot?!?!”
“Since that first night I saw your breasts, I’ve wanted to see them again. Wanted to taste them,” Sean said when her shirt hung open almost to her navel. “I’m going to do that tonight.”
She was nearly breathless from his words and his actions, so she nodded her acceptance of his plan.
He slid a finger under the flap of material and moved it aside. He lowered his head and brushed his lips along her jaw line, against her neck, and across her chest, but made no move to touch the two rounded breasts heaving over the lip of her lacy bra.
“I want you, Kristin,” he whispered into her feverish skin.
“I want you, too,” left her lips just as his mouth reached her breasts, and she gasped and grabbed his head in anticipation.
His mouth swept across each half-moon in a languid crawl, his tongue tracing the path his parted lips traveled. He rolled his tongue around her hard nipples through her bra, sucking and nipping each in turn.
Fingers in his hair, she held his head to her breast in case he was tempted to stop. Then he did stop, and she heard herself whimper a protest.
Biting the front clasp of her bra with his teeth, he twisted it until it popped open, releasing her breasts. He nuzzled his face between them and turned his head side to side to nudge aside the cups with his nose and chin. Her breasts exposed, nipples reaching up to his mouth, he stared at them, a hungry grin on his shadowed face.
Then his eyes met hers. They were soft and drowsy as if he were drunk on the taste of her. “Ready, darlin’?” he whispered.
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Fairy, Texas
by Margo Bond Collins
I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I made it halfway down the hall without seeing anything informative—all the doors had numbers over them and many of them had name plaques, but neither of those things did me any good since I didn’t know the name or office number for the counselor. I was almost getting desperate enough to ask Kayla, but of course she was nowhere to be seen.
I turned back from scanning the halls for her and caught sight of the first adult I’d seen—and almost screamed. As it was, I gasped loudly enough for a guy walking past me to do a double take. The man standing in the open doorway was tall, over six feet, and way skinny—so emaciated that it looked like you ought to be able to see his ribs through his shirt, if his shirt didn’t hang so loosely on him. He had white hair that stuck out in tufts, thin lips, a sharp nose, and pale blue eyes that narrowed as he watched the kids walk past—and all the kids gave him a wide berth without even seeming to notice that they did so. He stood in an empty circle while students streamed around him in the crowded hallway.
But none of that was what made me almost scream.
For a moment, just as I’d turned toward him, I could have sworn that I’d seen the shadow of two huge, black, leathery wings stretched out behind him.
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