Sunday Snog: A Patient Heart coming out this week!

With just days remaining until my next novel debuts, I'm in a fever pitch of excitement.  Of course life's been more than a little complicated lately in my personal life which just adds to the rising stress levels but the release of A Patient Heart is a good thing and I'm eager to share this story with the world at large.

It's Sunday and so of course that means Sunday Snog time....from A Patient Heart coming this week from Rebel Ink Press, here's the snog:

“I can wait a few more minutes,” he told her. “I waited a lot longer to have you in my arms.”

Catherine hushed. She’d waited too and so she savored the moment. Connor’s fingers stroked her hair with tenderness and evoked the past. It was an old, familiar gesture and she’d liked it as much then. She reached up to touch his face, to run her hand along the curve of his face, to brush her fingers through his hair. Each small touch induced sweet physical bliss, little runners of anticipation that shivered through her nervous system like electrical pulse. Each caress expressed love but it also foretold what would happen between them soon. Catherine could no more doubt that they would make love than she did that the sun would sink into the western horizon come evening or rise again in the east.

If she moved just right, they would come together now, in this living room but Catherine kept still. She relished these close moments, treasured them and the anticipation toward intimacy could build. Catherine wasn’t sure if he should have sex just hours after leaving the hospital so she could wait.

Or so she thought until Connor leaned down, his breath warm against her lips and kissed her. His mouth brushed against hers, as light and gentle as a butterfly’s wings but when she locked her free arm around his neck and kissed back, things shifted from temperate to sultry in a single second. Connor’s lips burned like cayenne pepper against hers as her body heated. If she didn’t know different, she’d sworn she ran a fever or that it might be summer. The draft that sifted in around the front window touched her and she shivered but it was as much with passion as chill.
Connor took her mouth with hunger and affirmed his needs, physical and emotional. His yearning echoed back from hers and she surrendered to his kiss, spirit and body. Catherine gave without restraint but she took too as his mouth filled her with delight. Fire ignited between them, invisible but potent and she shifted position to get more comfortable. When she did however Connor emitted a groan and she glanced up to see him wince. She realized she’d moved onto his healing gash and she pulled back.

“That must have hurt!” she exclaimed, “I’m sorry.”

Connor caught her before she could bail out of his lap. “It didn’t hurt much, Cat.”

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