Author: Jeanie Grey
Series: Nick & Serran Series (Book 1)
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: May 8 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook (May) & Print (June/July)
Blurb/Synopsis:
“There was no such thing as a soulmate. As for the intense connection…well, it must have been her imagination. There was no man who would instinctively understand her, no man who could read her mind. No man who could turn her on with just a look or a word, no man whose touch would override her reason and turn her into the embodiment of passion. And the sooner she let go of that fantasy completely, the sooner she could approach romantic relationships with a clear head and appreciate what she had instead of pining over everything she imagined she was missing.”
SERRAN WINTERS is determined to let the fantasy of Nick Enfield go. So why does she find herself asking him to dinner while on tour with her latest romance novel? Perhaps it's because she feels safe in disguise as her pseudonym, Jane Garfield. Besides, it's only a couple of hours...until a hurricane leaves her stranded at his house for three days.
Despite NICK ENFIELD’s deep hurt and growing bitterness since his divorce, something about the romance author entrances him from the first moment he sees her. But when he discovers she’s married, he’s determined to resist the intense attraction between them in spite of her mixed signals. If only his body’s reaction to her weren’t making it so hard to keep her marital status in mind.
At First Blush is a story about fantasy versus reality in love and romance, the nature of attraction and connection, and the reasons we choose to fight or follow our impulses.
She’d been right all along; she should never have allowed
him to touch her. This went beyond imagination. Beyond fantasy. Beyond anything
she’d dreamed possible.
She’d kissed plenty of men in her adult life. Even a couple
of women. It was usually a pleasurable experience, sometimes even arousing. But
she’d had no idea that a mere kiss could set her whole body on fire and blow
all coherent thought from her mind like leaves scattering before a strong wind.
She’d never imagined that she had hidden within her an animalistic desire like
the one that urged her to grasp his hair or grind her hips. She felt like she
was floating and yet her body was heavy with desire too.
How was she supposed
to come back from this? How could she ever bear another man’s kiss, knowing
that this…this magic was possible?
She was spoiled for life.
But then he pulled back for a moment. “Jane,” he said, and
it snapped her out of it immediately. She stiffened in his arms and tried to
step away, but he held her firmly against him. His solid chest against her
yielding one, the heat in his eyes, and the intense awareness of how perfectly
their bodies fit together threatened to steal her thoughts away again, and the
self-preserving part of her clawed at her to get out now while she still held
onto a thread of her sanity.
“Please,” she said, her voice a whisper of desperation.
“Please let me go.”
For a moment she thought he wouldn’t. But then he relaxed
his arms a fraction, and the expression in his eyes changed. She sensed how
hard it was for him to make his fingers unclench from around her waist and take
half a step back. As soon as he did, she felt colder and had to resist the urge
to follow him, to press her body against him and lose herself in his kiss once
more.
Clenching her hands at her sides, Serran managed, “I— I need
to go. Now. I need to go back to the hotel.”
Nick’s gaze was burning into her, but then her words seemed
to register and his expression changed to one of surprise. “What? But…you can’t
go.” His voice was soft, persuasive. He said it as though it were a fact rather
than his wish.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment,
steeling herself against his charm. “No, I have to go. I can’t stay here with
you. Please understand—”
“No, I mean you can’t go,” he said, and something in his
tone made her pause.
She opened her eyes and looked straight at him.
“Listen,” he said.
She waited for him to go on, but he didn’t. Then she
realized he meant listen as in, she
was supposed to be listening for some other sound.
That’s when she heard the wind howling around the front
porch of the house and realized it was raining hard. She turned her head to
look out the window, but it was too dark outside to see.
“Because it’s raining?” she said, her brow furrowing now.
“It’s not just rain, it’s a hurricane.”
Jeanie Grey writes
sophisticated, steamy, unconventional romance and erotica for readers who like
to think. A person of relatively simple pleasures, her list of favorite things
in life includes dark chocolate, foreign films, Lady Grey tea, men wearing
sweaters, and curling up in bed all day with a delicious romance novel. Jeanie
is the author of the Lilly Frank trilogy and Crouch and Other Short Stories. She lives in Portland, Oregon.
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