This is a featured article column called FIRST KISS. We ask authors to share a first kiss scene from one of their books published in 2017. And each author graciously sent in an excerpt. Enjoy!
September 12, 2017
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Can love survive the bright lights of fame?
A popular DJ at the hottest station in Nashville, Charley Layton is doing what she’s always wanted to do: living in the heart of country music. Charley puts her career first and relationships second, but when a charismatic stranger in a black cowboy hat invites her back to his place, she decides to give herself one night of no-strings fun.
But Dylan Monroe isn’t a no-strings kind of guy. Charley is beautiful, brainy, and brassy as hell—the kind of girl he’s always wanted. When his record label books him an interview on Charley’s show, he’s determined to find out why he woke up alone, and when he can see her again.
With Dylan now the most eligible bachelor in country music, Charley doubts their fling stands a chance, but she’s willing to try. Dylan dreams of fame, but he also craves a life offstage with Charley. Can he convince her that both of their dreams are worth chasing, and that love is still possible, even in the spotlight?
FIRST KISS EXCERPT:
“Where are we going?” she asked, pulling her phone from her back pocket to text Matty.
“For a burger, as requested,” he replied, flipping on his blinker and taking an exit on the right. The sign said Ellington Parkway.
“But where, specifically, are we getting this burger?” Charley tried again, attempting not to sound like a woman who knew she was about to be murdered and chopped into little pieces.
Dylan reached across the giant console between them to pat her knee. “I’m not a serial killer, Charley.”
That’s what they all said. “I need to let Matty know where I am,” she confessed. “You know, in case you do kill me.”
“That would be a waste of time. I would never leave your body where you told your friend you’d be.”
“Spoken like a true serial killer.”
“Come on, Charley. I’m kidding.”
“I’m sure that’s what Dahmer said.”
“Fine,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m taking you to the Pharmacy.”
A man had only one reason to take a woman to a pharmacy on a Saturday night.
“Nope. Not happening. Take me back.”
“You said you wanted a burger,” Dylan countered.
Charley crossed her arms. “I did. But I’m not having sex with you to get one.”
The black hat smacked the back window as he threw his head back in laughter. “You really are something. You know that?”
She was something, all right. Something he was not having sex with. Regardless of how gorgeous, sweet, and protective he was. Or how good he smelled. Though he really did smell amazing. And was probably really good in bed. Any guy this gorgeous would presumably know his way around the bedroom.
You mean the man who might tie you up and lock you in his basement? she asked herself.
Her brain had a point. No orgasm was worth dying for.
“Regardless,” she said. “You can skip the pharmacy and go straight to the burgers.”
“Too late,” he said, making a left turn. “We’re here.” Continue reading