#Sunday Snog #Sample Sunday: A Patient Heart

It's another Sunday, another glorious weekend so here's a brand new kiss for Sunday Snog tucked within a tasty little sample from my up and coming out February 3rd new contemporary romance from Rebel Ink Press.

A Patient Heart is one of my favorite novels....love my bad boy hero, Connor Donavan!

Here's the blurb:
As a little girl, Catherine dreamed she'd marry Connor Donavan one day and as teenagers, that dream seemed within reach. Until Connor ended their relationship, leaving town and breaking Catherine's heart. Ten years later, far from the old hometown, Catherine reports for work as a nurse one snowy January evening and learns that her new patient is none other than her old love, Connor. When he recognizes her, all the old feelings stir but a few sparks fly, too. As Connor recovers from an accident, Catherine realizes she loves him more than ever and he seems to love her as well. But after he leaves the hospital and convalesces at her home, his real life intrudes into their quiet time together. Then Connor leaves Catherine behind and she stays until a message sends her speeding to Kansas City, to Connor's club... On Valentine's Day.

And here's the excerpt complete with a kiss!

            They could have remained entwined together forever and she wouldn’t complain but after a little time, Catherine stirred.  Although he’d said nothing, she thought her weight must be a burden and so she asked, “Do you want me to move? I bet I’m crushing your legs.”

            Connor smiled but she saw the fatigue that shadowed his eyes as he said, “I haven’t been able to feel them for twenty minutes but it’s okay.  I like you there just fine so stay.”

             She heard his stomach rumble, even felt the vibration.  “You’re hungry.”

            “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