For this week's theme, we’re sharing how our characters get their sexy on. Slow dramatic build ups to their first kiss…or hot, fast passionate foreplay because time is of the essence. Life altering. Earth-shattering. Now that's priceless.
Today, I'm digging into my hot and humorous romance where the heroine is undercover on a reality TV show, and of course, the hero is unaware of her real identity. Here are approximately 7 paragraphs of She Does Know Jack
He
cupped her face and searched her eyes. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?” When she
shook her head, his hands dropped to glide over her arms while he inspected her
up and down.
“I’m
fine. Better than fine. You know that. Just a bruise on my knee.” She said,
pointing to her leg. “Why?”
He
expelled a breath and pressed his forehead to hers. “We got the feed from the
park. It didn’t show who did it, but it captured the accident. When I think
about what could’ve happened…” His voice trailed off as his grip tightened on
her arms.
Her
throat grew hot. The intensity of Jack’s emotions touched her deeply, but the
tenderness of his kiss as his lips caressed hers took her breath away. She’d
never felt more cherished in her life. Hell, she’d never even felt cherished
before. Nobody ever made her feel the way Jack did. Yeah, she was definitely
falling for this man. Hard.
“I
want you to be safe, Brielle.” His mouth lingered a moment before trailing
kisses to her temple and back again.
Desire
shot through her, sparking a need only Jack could assuage. She rose up on
tiptoe, asking him—inviting him—hell, begging him to fill the void between
their bodies.
But,
he didn’t. Much to her disappointment.
He drew back slowly, his breath washing
over her in a final caress. “We need to talk.”
Uh
oh. She blinked, an unseen weight slamming down on her shoulders so fast her
knees nearly buckled. “Okay.”
Grabbing
her hand, he led her to the couch. Her pulse quickened. What did he want?
Knees touching, he studied their clasped fingers a moment before he spoke.
“Brielle, I have something to ask you.”
They
both jumped as the cameraman knocked over the garbage can in his haste to move
in closer.
Jack
scowled at the man, then squeezed her fingers and gazed into her eyes. “I like
you, Brielle. A lot. You’re different from any woman I’ve ever met…or ever
likely to meet.”
Velvety
blue eyes radiated the same genuine emotion as his smile. Her heart tripped
over itself, silently urging him to continue.
“Not
counting The Limelight, I know
it’s only been nine days since we’ve met, but this connection between us is
strong, and unless I’m badly mistaken, you feel it, too.” His eyes searched
hers in silent question.
“Yes,
very much so.” Her reassurance brought his smile back. “So, what did you want
to ask?”
His
joy faded along with her heartbeats. “I want you to voluntarily leave the
show.”
2 comments:
Oh Gosh! His concern is the sexiest thing!
Thanks, PJ. I agree, Jack's concern for Brielle is sexy.
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