IT FEELS SO GOOD…
I can’t help but think of that Peaches and Herb song from the seventies when I write about my contemporary romance novella, Reunited. Originally written for an anthology called Love Notes, Reunited explores the second chance at love. The hero of the story, Brett, has carried a love letter he wrote to the heroine, Kathryn, in his wallet for the last twenty years.
Ah, a love note—the thumping heart as you open it, the nervous smile as you read it, the thrill of happiness that drifts over you as you close your eyes and clasp it to your heart… Is there anything better? Okay, maybe there is, but love notes have a magic and beauty all their own.
I received my first ever love note when I was fifteen. The sender, Scott, was my first real kiss (meaning tongue, I had experienced lips before.) He wasn’t the brightest bulb (his note said I was “preshes” to him) but oh, was he gorgeous! This future professional writer and editor let the misspelling go. After all, to a fifteen year old girl, having a gorgeous boyfriend who is an amazing kisser is way more important than his command of language arts. We had a blissful month together during which I wore his class ring, until he dropped out of school and joined the Army.
My broken heart mended when I met my next boyfriend, of course. When we’re young, hearts tend to bounce back when someone new comes along. Still, I’ll never forget my first real kiss (I judged all kissers by his standard after that) and my first love note.
Scott and I were never meant to be, but I asked myself, what if we had been? What if we’d had a little more in common, but yet were still radically different in high school? What if we’d gone our separate ways only to meet again later in life? Enter Kathryn and Brett.
True love comes once in a lifetime...will she grab her second chance?
When Kathryn Abbott moves back to her hometown following her divorce, she doesn’t expect to run into Brett Falcone, the Italian Stallion. If possible, he’s even more appealing than he was twenty years ago when she, the nerd queen, tutored the popular baseball star. Brett would like to begin the relationship they couldn’t have then, but first Kathryn must face her past decisions…and risk losing Brett.
What had she been thinking, dredging up that horrible time that they’d gotten past long ago? “I’m sorry. Truly. We got past that twenty years ago. I’m just a little nervous, to be honest.”
“Me too.” He stepped through the door and shut it behind him. “Let’s just get this out of the way then.”
He gripped her neck, pulled her into his arms, and lowered his mouth to hers. His lips—so firm, yet so soft at the same time—glided over hers provocatively, grazing at first, barely touching.
His tongue slid traced first her upper, then her lower lip. Kathryn squirmed. Oh, to be kissed like this again. By Brett Falcone. The one true love of her life. Could it actually be happening?
She would awaken any minute. Slide from the passion of this nocturnal fantasy…
He pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of her mouth and chuckled huskily. “You do remember how to kiss, don’t you Kath?” She couldn’t help but smile, remembering their first kiss. Her first kiss ever, where he taught her what to do, how to respond.
She’d done a lot of kissing since then, but never with anyone who mattered quite as much as the man in her arms now. “Kiss me, Kath,” he whispered.
“Kiss me like you mean it.”
Oh, she meant it. Meant it with all her heart. She parted her lips and met his tongue with gentle, silky strokes.
He tasted of peppermint, of maleness, of memory. Suddenly she couldn’t hold him close enough, couldn’t kiss him hard enough. As their tongues intertwined, raw guttural moans escaped her throat. She trailed her fingers over his broad, beefy shoulders, his hard chest, plucked open the buttons of his shirt and entwined her fingers in the dark curls covering his pecs. She found a flat nipple, tugged at it, loved how it hardened beneath her fingertips.
And still they kissed, as though they’d never kissed anyone before. He ate at her lips, nibbled, licked, sucked. She returned his passion with equal fervor, drawing his tongue into her mouth and sucking on it.
Heat flared between her legs.
God, she was so turned on. More turned on than she’d ever been.
Well, not ever. But not for a very long time.
Suddenly she wanted him. Wanted him inside her. Wanted to make love with Brett Falcone more than she wanted to breathe.
Reunited is available at Musa Publishing: http://musapublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=35_29&products_id=380
Helen Hardt is an attorney and stay-at-home mom turned award-winning romance author and freelance editor. She met her real-life hero in law school, and they live in Colorado with their two teenage sons. Helen writes contemporary, historical, paranormal, and erotic romance for several publishers. Her non-writing interests include Harley rides with her husband, attending her sons’ sports and music performances, traveling, and Taekwondo (she’s a blackbelt.) Visit Helen's blogs at helenhardt.blogspot.com,fiction-editor.blogspot.com.