Hi Everyone –
Who doesn’t like Mistletoe, right?
You can find other Entangled Authors who are
Participating in the Holiday Hop
And while I can’t give away kisses under the mistletoe, I thought I’d share a few fictional kisses from my books… Ready?
He tugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. “Is that better?”
Kate nodded, no longer able to speak. His masculine scent surrounded her, and before she could stop herself, she pulled his coat so tight, the cold lining spread gooseflesh across her skin.
He slid the backs of his cool fingers down her cheek, his lips hinting at a smile. “Good.”
Kate tilted her chin up. When he bent and brushed his lips against hers, her breath caught. Her pulse raced and electricity shot through her veins. Her skin warmed. Had she ever wanted anyone this badly?
She brought her hand to his chest. His chiseled muscles responded to her touch, and a moan escaped her as he clutched her tighter. Calisto’s fingers slid through her hair, and her lips parted, her tongue tasting him, tangling with his until her knees buckled.
Dear God, this man could kiss.
She cleared her throat. “What do you know of Le Voleur D’or?”
He stepped in closer to her and kept his voice low. “I have been told she has golden hair and her beauty is so blinding that no one notices her pluck their wallets from their pockets. I also understand that she charms her victims until they no longer care that she has lightened their coin purses.”
He tipped his head down. The scent of her hair and the sound of her heartbeat enticed him. Kane ached to taste her. Such an unusual woman. He bit back his desire and whispered near her ear. “Is my description far from the truth?”
She met his gaze. The candlelight flickered in the clear sea-blue of her eyes. “Perhaps you were not charmed enough, Monsieur Bordeaux.”
“In my rush to find you, I was nearly run down by a coach.”
She glanced down at the watch in his hand, then met his gaze again. “You do cherish that watch.”
He bent closer to her, until his lips nearly brushed hers. “It was not the watch that I was after.”
Her eyes drifted closed and she whispered, “Was it for the honor of capturing Le Voleur D’or and having her arrested?”
“No.” His voice sounded husky, his throat tightening as her warm breath caressed his cool lips. “I have no desire to capture such a glorious thief.”
He kissed her before she could protest being called a thief. He half expected a slap, but instead, she hummed against his lips, matching his hunger with her own. Kane slid his hand up her back, crushing her against his chest. Every curve of her body set him on fire. No mortal had ever made him yearn for her touch.
Her hands explored his chest and moved along his shoulders. Before he realized what she was doing, the leather tie that bound his mane of blond hair fell to the floor. He groaned when her soft fingers slid through his hair. Every touch made him hunger for more.
“I summoned you because Faldo paid me a visit last night. He threatened to send the sentinel to bring me back to Summerland unless I found you and placed this enchanted stone in your pocket. He said he would be able to track you in any world.”
Keth made no move to touch the stone. His gaze remained steady on her face.
“My jacket is in the car.”
Her eyes widened. “You don’t expect me to put this anywhere near you, do you?”
“If it means he will leave you alone to live your life in this world, then yes. Let him find me.”
“No.” Her hand closed around the stone. And she poked her finger against his chest. “You don’t get to make decisions for me anymore.”
Keth grabbed her hand with every intention of taking the stone from her, but once he touched her, and watched her lips part as she stared up at him, he found himself pulling her closer. When his lips claimed hers, she stiffened, but she didn’t pull away. His arms slid around her, pulling her closer to his chest as his tongue brushed against her lips. He growled into the kiss when her lips parted and he finally tasted her again. His entire body reacted, his pulse racing while her hands slid up his chest and into his long dark hair.
How many years had he longed for this moment, for another chance to love this woman? Too many. Breathless, he whispered as he kissed her over and over again, “Sainmhíniú. Curse me from the Light, I cannot stop loving you.”
Whatever holiday you celebrate this year, I hope you enjoy lots of love and laughter!!!