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Excerpt Wednesday – Summer with a Star – First Kiss

Feb 25, 2015

 

It’s my favorite day! Excerpt Wednesday! And nothing is more fun then sharing a first look at a new book. Not just that, let’s start with the yummy first kiss between Tasha and Spencer, the heroine and hero of Summer with a Star, coming on Monday, March 9th, as an Amazon exclusive! So without further ado….

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She sighed, hugging her cooling coffee close. “It’s such a typical story. The kind of thing that happens in movies.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “The worst part is, I put so much faith in him for so long, that when it all came crumbling down, I didn’t feel hurt. Not at all. I didn’t ache like my heart had been broken, I felt stupid. I feel stupid.”

She lowered her eyes, not bothering to fight off the ache of that stupidity as it welled up in her. She was an idiot, one who ran away from her problems, thinking a summer in an expensive house all alone could cure her of that. Well, the alone part hadn’t worked out. The rest of it probably wouldn’t either.

She was halfway through sliding down into even deeper despair when Spence inched closer to her. He set his coffee down, plucked her mug out of her hands and deposited it beside his, then cupped her jaw with his free hand, turning her head toward him. As she met his eyes, he brought his mouth down against hers.

The sensation of lips against lips, warm skin pressing so close, took her by surprise. He was gentle, yet confident. She could smell the salt of the sea on his skin. He teased his tongue along the line of her lips until she opened to him. He tasted of coffee and dinner, and the promise of starlit summer nights. She could float away on a kiss like that.

Instead she leaned into him, resting her fingertips against his side. He tensed, caught his breath—so subtly she could have imagined it—then redoubled the passion as he explored her mouth with his own. Every delicious instinct she had pushed her to snuggle closer to him, to dance her tongue alongside his, to drink him in. She could get lost in a dream like this. Her, clueless teacher, Tasha Pike, making out with Spencer Ellis.

Reality slammed back into her with the force of a train. She gasped and pulled back.

“Wow,” she breathed, struggling to pull herself together. “What was that?”

“A kiss,” he answered. If she wasn’t mistaken, his composure had slipped a little. Warm patches of color spilled across his cheeks.

“That much I got.” She grinned, still not quite believing it. “Why?”

“Why kiss you?”

She nodded.

He shrugged. “Can’t a man just feel like kissing a woman?”

“Sure,” she said, though what she thought was, not Spencer Ellis, not kissing me.

“Besides.” He brushed the back of his fingers along the line of her jaw, drawing her closer before letting go and sitting straight. “You looked like you could use a kiss.”

That was a good thing, right?

“So, do you usually go around kissing women who look like they need it?” She did her best to act cool, as if he hadn’t just raised the temperature in the entire state of Maine by ten degrees.

His sheepish laugh only made things worse. “No. Not really. I am glad you let me, though.”

“You are?”

He nodded. “I’ve been trying to break down the wall you put up for five days now. Looks like I finally did it.”

“Looks like,” she answered. She didn’t know whether to laugh or brush the whole thing off, or lunge at him for a repeat performance.

The problem was solved for her when Spence retrieved both of their coffee mugs, handing hers over.

“Thanks,” he said with a smile before taking a sip.

“Any time,” she answered. A second later, she realized what that implied.

He lifted his brow as if accepting her challenge.

She hid the swirl of butterflies that followed by drinking her coffee. What a difference a day made. She’d learned her lesson: being a stupid jerk earned no kisses, but getting over yourself did. As she settled back to watch the last of the sunset, Spencer’s solid heat beside her, she wondered what other rewards she could earn for good behavior that summer.

 

Summer with a Star is my first contemporary romance, and the first book in a new series, Second Chances. As you read Summer with a Star, you’ll hear the main character, Spencer Ellis, a big-time movie star, mention the script for the pilot episode of a TV show that he’s thinking of signing on to: Second Chances. All of the books in the Second Chances series will involve characters who are involved in the TV show, from its actors to directors to the catering staff (trust me, that’s going to be an excellent story!). You won’t want to miss it!

Lucky for you, you can preorder Summer with a Star now, right here on Amazon.

 

Why I Hate Summer

Dec 23, 2011

Fall is my favorite season. I love its colors, its smells, and the sense of productivity that the harvest and the start of the school year bring. Spring is my second favorite season with its return to life, its colors and lightness. Winter isn’t great, but I can handle it. Summer, however, I hate.

The problem with summer is simple. It’s too damned hot. Maybe it’s my Scandinavian roots, but when the temperature soars I wilt. I really can’t handle the heat. I never could. I grew up in an old house without air conditioning and summers were miserable. We had a pool, something my Granddad put in back in 1968 in a stroke of genius, but you can’t live in a pool 24/7. Nighttime was the worst. I can’t sleep in the heat which meant that for large part of my childhood summers I didn’t sleep. And I was and am a dragon when I don’t sleep. I remember several nights when it was so hot and I was so desperate to sleep that I would get up in the middle of the night and jump in the pool in my nightgown then drip my way back up to bed in hopes of catching a few Zs.

Winter is cold, true, but in the dead of winter I sleep like a baby. Growing up in said old house without air conditioning there would be times when it was so cold that there was ice on the inside of my bedroom windows. That didn’t bother me so much because I always felt snug as a bug in a rug wrapped in eight layers of blankets. It was cozy. It did, however, bother me when I had to get out of bed in the morning and run down the hall to the bathroom and wait for the water in the shower to warm up. But that was only a few minutes. Heat doesn’t go away in a few minutes when you let the tap run.

Summer is expensive. Last August my electric bill was $235 because I had the air conditioner running round the clock. That AC could have challenged Usain Bolt to a sprint it ran so much. But it was necessary. When you grow up in a house without air conditioning one of two things are going to happen to you. Either you are going to adapt to heat and it won’t be a big deal and you’ll be able to do without it or you will crave the cold so much that you will pay any price to bask in air conditioned bliss. I fall into the latter category. But it isn’t just the AC that makes summer expensive. Summer is the time of vacations. It’s the time of hotel reservations, long car trips, and outings at theme parks, movies, and other events. My wallet cries in the summer. Granted, the rest of me has a super fantastic good time, but my wallet weeps.

My wallet also gets upset because my car is always due for state inspection in August. My old car. My car without air conditioning. I love my car fall, winter, and spring. It’s not much. It’s not pretty. But it gets me from point A to point B and is very reliable. The heat works fine. The air compressor is shot and I’ve had various estimates of between $300 and $900 to fix it. That’s not counting anything else that may come up as needing to be fixed for my car to pass inspection. In the summer.

Okay, summer does have its perks. My birthday, for one. Longer daylight hours for another. Part of me wants to say that cricket is a perk of the summer, but we play in the spring and the fall too and frankly those games are so much more enjoyable. Winter has its drawbacks. No cricket, for example. Massive dumps of snow too if you have winters like the last two we’ve had in Philly. And it’s dark. But it’s easier to put on layers of sweaters and socks than it is to take anything else off when it’s hot. And in the winter I can drink hot coffee, tea, and hot chocolate. I think I can put up with snow and ice and cold a lot more cheerfully than I can oppressive heat.

So. As you can see, fall and spring are awesome, winter is a lesser evil, but for me summer is a three month trip to Hades. Man, I can’t wait until October!