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!
Title: Bad Boys After Dark: Carson
Author: Melissa Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: July 11, 2017
Buy Link: Amazon
Second chances really do exist…
As the founder of a multimillion-dollar international security business, Carson Bad exposes secrets for a living. He knows better than to forge relationships built on them. But for years he did just that with his best friend, and secret lover, Tawny Bishop. She brought a sense of calm and understanding to his life—in and out of the bedroom. Until one fateful night when a knock at the door changed everything.
Tawny is no longer a naive college student. She’s a sought-after perfumer living in Paris. She has plenty of resources at her fingertips, and lots of lonely nights to think about the only man she’s ever loved—the one she ran away from all those years ago. She needs to move forward with her life, but how can she when Carson still owns her heart?
Maybe showing up in the middle of the night unannounced isn’t the best route to unraveling the past and figuring out her future, but Tawny has played it safe for ten long years, and it’s only made her long for the man she never should have walked away from. Now she’s back in Carson’s life, and he’s determined not to make the same mistake twice. If only he knew what that mistake was…
FIRST KISS EXCERPT:
He placed her hand flat on his chest, silently telling her to leave it there as he caressed her thigh. “Tell me I didn’t kill your marriage.”
“You didn’t,” she said a little shakily. “Memories of us did.”
Memories of them had ruined her marriage? The same way they’d ruined him for any other woman? He had so many questions, but she licked her lips, leaving them slick and enticing, unmistakable passion burning in her eyes, and his need for answers got lost in a surge of desire. She knew how much he loved her lips. He’d told her often enough, though only on Sunday nights. That part of their life had been kept separate from the rest, but she was giving him the green light now. She was here for five nights, and he’d gone without her for too long. He wasn’t about to turn down her invitation.
Her eyes darkened as he pushed his hand along her smooth, soft thigh and beneath her dress, feeling the rough brush of lace at the top of her thigh-high stockings, the soft expanse of her bare ass, and the sliver of a thong across her hip. He brushed his lips over hers, tracing her lower lip with his tongue. Her breath left her lungs in a needy sigh, and her fingers dug into his chest.
“I never meant to hurt you.” His hand splayed over her thigh, inching toward the heat radiating from her center.
“I know,” she said hungrily. Continue reading