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!
Legacy of Evil
Paranormal Romance, Romantic Suspense
October 13, 2017
Buy Link: Amazon
When a wild mustang is shot in Montana, renowned horse whisperer and telepath, Emma Horserider, is called in to calm the herd and find out what happened. Once on scene she is almost killed by a bullet-spewing drone, and calls her black ops brother for back-up.
Emma’s help roars into her life covered in tattoos and riding a Harley. Remote viewer Bronco Winchester takes the assignment because he is ordered to, but he wonders what type of assistance, his boss’s sister needs. That is until he sees Emma, a valiant Warrior Woman proud of her Crow heritage.
Posing as a married couple, Emma and Bronco go undercover to infiltrate and stop a hate group. Both are anxious enough without the now growing attachment they feel for one another. When the lives of many are on the line, they are not sure if they will live or die—let alone have a chance at love.
FIRST KISS EXCERPT:
They walked in silence to the river’s edge where the sun lapped at the water and trout teased Gaucho and Franny. Off his leash, the cat pounced at fish while the pug ran back and forth along the sand barking and yipping. Emma looked off into the distance, her gaze fixed on the other side of the river.
Bronco put his hands in his pockets and leaned back on his heels. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk down to you. I really need your help.”
She gave him the side eye, as if waiting for the other boot to drop.
“This assignment worries me. Bert will hand me my ass if you get hurt. Tallulah is too far along and way too hormonally challenged to be of assistance. I still haven’t heard what special ability Lucius has, but with that baby due in less than a month, it doesn’t seem fair to drag him into this investigation.”
“So what do you suggest?”
“We need to get eyes on this drone and find out where it came from. If we can figure that out, we can jam the radio signals between the person controlling it and the bird. My remote viewing can help us lay eyes on the source, but I’d feel better if we had hard data to back us up. I’m going to call your brother and tell him we need satellite images of the state, with a focus on the area around the Mustang Ranch.”
“Okay.” She quirked a brow at him. “What’s this have to do with me?”
Struggling to come up with the right words, he dragged the toe of his boot in the sand. “We need to find out if the Neo-Nazis are behind this. I want to get into Billings and scope out the gay scene.”
Emma began to laugh, and he put his hand up like a traffic cop. “I was hoping you and Steph would go with me, be my guides. I’d be a new guy in town, looking for a good time. If I can lure one of those cretins, get him to take the bait, we’d have a way in.”
“And then what? They beat the shit out of you? Maybe kill you?” Fists on her hips, Emma glared at him. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Besides, what makes you think you could play a gay guy well enough to pick someone up?”
“Hey, give me some credit,” he spat back. “I’ve got years of undercover work under my belt that I’m damn good at. Not once did the motorcycle clubs I infiltrated even suspect I was an ATFE agent. Besides, your cousin thought I was cute—”
Before he could finish his sentence, her hands were on his shoulders and Emma yanked him in for a kiss. Bronco’s brain turned to mush, and all the blood in his body raced to his groin. His hands moved of their own volition, running through her hair, pulling those lush lips into his, his tongue seeking entrance, his hips crushing against hers. She grabbed his butt and pushed his erection against the vee of her crotch, his desire and hardness growing with each thrust of his hips. He moaned, reached for her breast—and she shoved him away.
Like two gunmen in an old Western town, they stood with their hands at their sides, breathing hard and staring each other down. Confused, he looked around wildly to see if someone or something had interrupted her display of passion. “What just happened?”
“A test. There are some things our body can’t pretend.” Hair wild around her flushed face, lips swollen, she rasped, “Do you really think you can pass yourself off as gay?”
Stunned, he stared at her, his mind racing, grasping for thoughts, but all he could think of, all he could see was her in his arms, up against a wall with her legs around his waist, their moans of passion filling the darkness. A shout cut through his miasma of pheromones and lust.
“Get in here,” Lucius called from the back door. “It’s Bert. Says it’s urgent.”
Whistling for the pug, Emma stomped back to the hotel with Bronco and Gaucho pulling up the rear. Her fine ass addled his mind even as he tried to clear it of the sex-drenched fog.
What the hell was that about? A test? He hadn’t planned to do the bump and grind with every guy in the club, just hang out at the bar and get the lay of the land—so to speak.
Truthfully, he’d never even considered the possibility that he’d have to prove he was gay to play the role. Dammit. She’s right. Well, that plan was out. He shook his head and stomped up the back steps, angry at himself for being so stupid.