First Kiss Friday – Quotable by Kathy L Wheeler

Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Kathy L Wheeler, author of contemporary romance Quotable.  Welcome Kathy!  Here’s the first kiss between Genna Lyndsey and Rick Johnson.


Irritation filled Rick, noting the dark storefront and the hour Genna Lyndsey heedlessly took for granted. It seemed an unnecessary risk, loaded down with her purse and another bag. Probably filled with books, he surmised, her back to the street. Hell, there was a building under construction just across the damn street. Rain fell in a gentle mist.

“Where is your partner?” he snapped.

“She went home hours ago,” she said cheerfully.

His jaw clenched with an unnatural exasperation.

“Is something wrong? I’m no expert, but you seem a little out of sorts.”

“I just drove up to get some coffee next door and I see you locking up your store with no regard to personal safety.” He encroached her personal space to make his point—certainly not for the sweet fragrance of wild honeysuckle. He breathed deep.

“Oh.” He saw her steel herself against the surge of emotions assaulting her when she turned and met his angry gaze. The stiffening of her spine, the deep pools of her eyes, color indiscernible under the night sky. Her gaze measured him intently through the black sturdy glasses. “‘I cannot think well enough to be intelligible,’” she whispered, her delicious mouth parting slightly. It was all the invitation he needed. He blamed the wild honeysuckle.

Without so much as a second thought, he moved his mouth over hers in a slow deliberation, allowing her almost ample time to step back should she have wished. It didn’t matter that the door was to her back and she had nowhere to step back to.

Definitely, the wild honeysuckle. It drove him wild with desire. Just the feeling of her timorous nature kept him from devouring her outright, tempting as it was. His tongue touched her lips in a feathery motion, drinking in sweetness so pure he wanted to fall to his knees. He pulled her slight body into his.

A sharp pain hit his leg. He grunted and broke the kiss, making the break as painful as the pain in his leg. He glanced down. She’d dropped everything she’d been holding, her hands clutching the front of his shirt. Her cheeks were flushed. With hunger? Need?

She seemed at a loss as to what to do next. He stifled an urge to smile, irritation dissolving for the moment.

He grasped her hands gently, surprised by the rising desire to safeguard her. Resisting the appeal to reclaim her mouth, he tugged them from his shirt. Kneeling down, he gathered the spilled belongings. Just as he suspected, he’d been besieged with books.


Ahhh. Spring Break. What Break?

This past week was Spring Break from my day job.  A week off.  A week off! you say.  Wow.  And that’s how I looked at it.  An entire week!  Just imagine what I could accomplish writing!  Start a novella, edit a book, write, write, write.  Sigh.  Somehow it never turns out like I think.

This past week was filled with “catch up” activities.  You know, those activities or chores you push off until you have more time.  More time.  That is just an elusive phrase.  What does more time really mean to us writers?  It’s never enough time.  Not when you are responsible for keeping the family going, keeping the house from crumbling around your shoulders, keeping your environment clean.  This is on top of the regular routine – making sure the kids have what they need, cooking, cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping.

Don’t get me wrong, during this “break” I did get things accomplished.  I steam cleaned the entire upstairs (sadly in need of it) and I caulked the kids bathroom (glad I did because it really needed it).  Surprised, aren’t you?  Yes, I like to do it myself because then I can make sure it’s done right.  I’m not complaining.  Because if I weren’t a control freak, I could dole out these chores and have more time.

And here we are, back to more time.  That elusive phrase.  So, I did do some chores on my list.  I even went downtown to the Field Museum.  But I didn’t start a novella and I didn’t edit the book.

They might call it Spring Break.  But it’s not really a break.  They should call it Spring Catch Up.   Next week I’ll get back into the groove and begin that novella and edit that book.  And I’ll probably start a summer catch up list.

First Kiss Friday – Murder Most Foul by JoAnne Myers

Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is JoAnne Myers, author of contemporary romance Murder Most Foul.  Welcome JoAnne!  Here’s the first kiss between Jackie Reeves and Walker Harmon.


Smiling, while descending the staircase in her white satin pajamas, she said, “I can’t sleep, anyway. I prepared dinner, but the food is cold and the beer is warm.”

Dropping wearily into an overstuffed chair, he pulled Jackie onto his lap. He nuzzled her neck, stroked her arms, then her long, slim legs, and whispered, “As soon as I solve this case, I’ll treat you to a five-course meal. I swore off love when I became a Federal Agent, but, honey, I can’t leave town without you.”

Kissing more and more passionately, they drifted into lovemaking for the first time.




Time for a Giveaway!

Woo Hoo!  I love my readers so much!  Time for a giveaway!  

Post the name of your favorite Laurel O’Donnell hero in the comments with your email address (so I can contact you if you win).  Then tweet or Facebook this post.  Good luck!

On March 31st, I’ll pick one lucky reader who had commented.  They will win my medieval romance ebook, The Angel and The Prince.