Monday, October 17, 2016

Romantic Suspense Excerpt - Dead Air Collection

The light show lasted about fifteen minutes. When it ended, the crowd began to shift. The mass of people pushed them closer together and Kate turned into him, her hands resting on his chest. He looked down, her eyes lifting toward his. He could feel the heat rising in his neck, and he struggled to contain the need beginning to stir within him.

The crowd around them got aggressive and they almost lost their balance.


“Sounds like a plan.” She grabbed his margarita and he turned and squatted in front of her. She climbed on his back, wrapping her legs around his waist, and within moments, they were fighting through the crowd. He pushed, and she navigated.

It took a little time, but they managed to make their way out and hail a cab back to the hotel. Stumbling into the hotel laughing, they managed to navigate their way to the elevators. They stepped in and concurrently forgot the floor of their rooms.

“Twenty-three is sticking in my brain.” She leaned against the back of the elevator.

“Twenty-three it is.” Jack pushed the button and leaned against the wall next to her.

“You‟d think they would put it on your key or something.”

“What‟s your room number?” His brain flipped
like a coin in mid-air.


He looked at her with a smile.


She reached forward, pushed the button for twenty-five.

He laughed.

“What‟s your room number, Tucker?”

“Ah…I…well…I have no fucking idea!”

“See!” She stepped back leaning next him. “So I don‟t want to hear any sass out of you about my twenty-three!”

“My sass will remain closed.” The heat of her body made his head spin more than it already was.

“That‟s why!”

“Why what?”

“I finally understand why she calls you Sass. I didn‟t see it before, but now I definitely agree that you are…”

Abruptly the doors opened and they turned to move out of the elevator. He realized they were on the wrong floor and pulled her back.

“What are you doing?”

“Twenty-five remember, not twenty-three.”

“Oh yeah.” She turned to him with a lopsided smile. It hit him like a hammer. He realized it was the first time he had ever really seen her smile. It lit up her face, and he couldn‟t help but smile.
back. “Do you know that saying?”

“What saying?”

“The whole, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas thing.”

“Yes, I am familiar with it.” The doors of the elevator opened again and he gently turned her around, moving her forward into the hallway.

“Well you need to make sure you understand that saying because well…” She rummaged through her pockets for her key. “I am breaking so many rules right now you wouldn‟t believe it.”


She stopped at her door, leaning against it, key card in hand. Jack watched her struggle to maintain her mental and physical balance.

“Yes, rules. Many, many, rules.”

“What kind of rules?” Warmth enveloped him, and he felt himself pulled to her. Her scent and deep eyes drew him in, and he was powerless to resist.

“Important rules.”

His palms rested on the door, trapping her between his arms, and a deep sigh escaped her lips.

“Very important rules.”

“Kate…” He breathed her in, just inches away from her lips.

“Yes?” Her emerald eyes shone brightly up at him.

“Forget the rules.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb, his heart pounding against his chest. Jack let go of his fear and covered her mouth with a passionate kiss.

He expected the moment of surprise. Then she kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck pulling him closer. After a hesitant but passion-filled exploration of the other‟s lips, their touch parted, and he bit back a groan. He didn‟t want to stop. He wanted to keep kissing her forever.


Breathless he stared into her emerald eyes.

“I should go…”

His forehead rested against hers, keeping her trapped against the door. His left hand wrapped in her hair, while his right rested on her hip. He had no snappy response, just the need to kiss her again. It started hesitantly, his lips caressing hers, and then exploded into a passionate need. He explored her mouth, feeling her softness beneath his hands, and he thought he would go mad. Never consumed with such intense need in his entire life, he felt high within her scent, and silently protested when she pulled back.

“Jack, we can‟t—” She gasped for air.

“Why?” His pounding heart drowned out everything but the sound of her voice.

“You know why.” Her eyes smoldering, she turned her back to him, and pulled out her key.

His arms remained around her, and he pulled her against his chest. He shifted her hair off her neck, and began to nuzzle. He heard the door lock beep, his arm holding her trapped against him. She was making him crazy, her supple body sending shivers of need through him,“Katie.” 

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