A huge thanks to Terra and everyone here at Yankee Romance Reviewers for welcoming me back! I’m thrilled to be hanging out with you all today – talk about a great way to spend a Thursday. The only way better, of course, is curled up with a good book, right?
Which is one of my major goals for the month of September –to relax and read. It was a very long, very intense and stressful summer. And because its back-to-school month, September always makes me think of fun. Shopping for new clothes and shoes. Hitting the aisles to pick out the perfect binder, pencils and other awesomely necessary school supplies. The fresh excitement of a new year and all the possibilities it held. And seeing old friends, making new ones. Of course, there’s always the flipside to September. The dread of back to school. The angst of not quite fitting in, not feeling comfortable and wanting to be anywhere—even doing chores—than there at school.
Back to school is the theme of my newest Blaze release, as well. FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME kicks off the Dressed to Thrill series and is a going back to the past story – with the heroine, Zoe Gaston attending her ten year high school class reunion. Zoe was one of the dreading school type of kids, so attending a reunion is the very last thing she wants to do. But somehow she’s conned into not only the reunion, but the costume party that goes with it. When her costume is mixed up and she receives a dominatrix getup instead of the sweetly cute Betty Boop she’d ordered, she figures it’s the perfect way to show the classmates who voted her ‘girl most likely to die a virgin’ just how far she’s come... so to speak.
Now Zoe’s out to prove a thing or two, including that she’s more than ready to take on the hot, sexy masked hunk who seduces her in the garden. And in doing so, find out just exactly who’s beneath that mask driving her crazy.
As Zoe stared up at him, wishing she could see the color of his eyes in the evening light, his laughter faded. His gaze narrowed and he stepped closer.
“You don’t look like you believe me,” he murmured, his words low and musical.
“I’ve been called challenging plenty of times,” she admitted, her head spinning as her body reacted to the closeness of his. “But never gorgeous.”
“But you are.” He reached out, his hand fisted, and rubbed his knuckles over her cheek. Zoe damn near purred.
“Maybe you just have a leather fetish,” she suggested.
“Maybe I’d like to try a few fetishes with you and see how they feel,” he said, his words low and intense.
The image of the two of them, naked except for his mask and her boots, filled her mind. Zoe swallowed, her pulse racing so fast she felt like it was going to pound its way out of her throat. Was he Brad? Confusion swirled through the desire filling her brain. Hadn’t one of the twins mentioned Brad had gone to England? Was that an English accent? He obviously knew her. She couldn’t imagine any other guy at the reunion would flirt with her like this.
His hand left her cheek. Zoe bit her bottom lip to keep from pouting. Then he wrapped both hands around the edges of the cape he’d wrapped around her shoulders.
The cloth bunched over his fists, he used them to tilt her chin up.
“I’d want you even without the leather,” he said.
Her grin was fast and wicked. “Naked, you mean?”
He groaned, then laughed. Zoe’s heart tripped a little. So few guys could handle her smart mouth, let alone appreciate it while they were trying to make a move. But Super Sexy? He just shook his head and grinned. His lips still curved with humor, he held her gaze captive as he lowered his mouth.
Her breath caught. Then her mind went blank. His lips rubbed gently over hers. Warm, soft, intoxicating. Almost sweet, except for the sexual flare of heat zinging through her body. Her nipples hardened, her legs went lax. She grabbed his waist for support, her head falling back as he shifted from soft and sweet to hard and wild.
Zoe gasped, instantly aching and wet as his tongue took hers. God. She’d never had a kiss like this. So hungry and intense, she could barely keep up. Instead of trying, she gave over to the power of his demanding mouth. Let herself freefall with the swirling passion tightening in her belly.
Who knew the wrong costume could garner such a perfect prize?
How about you? Did you fall into the happily anticipating back to school or the totally dreading back to school camp? Leave a comment for a random chance at winning a copy of FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME.