Today's Featured Author
Kemmie Michaels
His Muse:
Synopsis:
His MuseMartin and Abby never intended to meet anyone while they were away. Circumstance, however, pushes them together in spite of their expectations. With an entire vacation week with nothing to do but spend time together, Martin and Abby forge a connection unlike anything either had felt before. With Abby’s conservative nature and Martin’s refusal to be the player he had once been, the couple keeps themselves physically apart.
Until they can’t.
They collide into a friction that sparks a blazing need to stay together. Keeping the heat alive from opposite ends of the country, though, may prove too difficult. Distance and circumstance become very ugly words in this couple’s vocabulary.
Reconnection
Two years separate Nick and Roula from their hot, one-week romance on an island resort. Two years they think of each other while keeping themselves solidly apart. Two years each refuse to break the “no-contact” part of the good-bye deal. Two years keep them going through life’s struggles alone.
Those same two years pass before fate reunites them. Roula’s playful nature combines once again with Nick’s quiet passion to ignite a chance for a beautiful reconnection.
Excerpt one:
“Do I get to see what’s
under your robe?” He grinned wickedly as he reached for the belt.
She giggled and turned away.
“Not yet! I have to finish my wine first. You should have thought
of that before you poured me a glass,” she said laughing wickedly
at the look on his face.
Martin groaned and dropped
his head back on the couch, but then he got an ornery look on his
face. He sat up and guzzled the last of his wine. He took her glass
from her and tipped back the remainder of hers, too, sounding a
refreshed “ahh” through his smile.
“Hey!” she said,
laughing with him.
“Ok. Wine’s not an
issue,” he grinned at her. “Show me.”
Still laughing a bit, she
stood up and walked across the room from him. He stayed in his spot
on the couch and waited for her to drop the robe. Like the seductress
that she was, she stood there for a long moment, her makeup
subtle-sexy and her beautiful auburn hair in a messy, wavy up-sweep.
She did nothing but look at
him with heated eyes. She too-slowly reached for the belt and then
stopped. She toyed with the ends of the terry-cloth rope that held
the fabric closed around her.
“You know you’re killing
me over here, right?” he asked, loving her playful side.
“Well, we can’t have
that,” she said, pulling the belt loose but leaving the robe firmly
closed around her body. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“I did mention the death
part, right?” he said, laughing. “I’m more
than ready, Abby. Show me.”
“Can’t say I didn’t
warn you…” and with that, she opened the robe and let it fall to
the floor. Martin gaped at the sight in front of him. Never in his
life, ever, had he seen anything so unbelievably sexy as what he saw
in front of him in that moment. He must have inadvertently made a
deal with the devil in order to have that in the room with him. She
was absolutely, sinfully provocative.
His eyes raked down her
body, pausing at every sexy, delicious curve. She wore a deep emerald
corset with wickedly erotic black lace trim. The bodice hugged her
ribs tightly and tucked her already tiny waist into a perfect
hourglass center. The satin flared back out to accent her hips in a
way that made him want to worship at her feet.
Then, as if that weren’t
enough, the bottom rim of ribbon and lace held black garters that
traced sexy lines down to black thigh-highs. Those alluring sheer
hose hugged her legs with a lace border that nearly danced around the
soft, creamy skin of her thighs. His eyes traveled back up to rest on
her full breasts straining against the satin laced up to a bow
between them.
The exaggerated curves were
even more accented by a wisp of hair that waved down her neck and
nestled in her substantial cleavage. He noticed one last detail
around her hips. A scant strip of lace served as panties. She
obviously put those on over the garters. He could strip them off and
leave her in the corset and thigh-highs if he wanted to.
Oh. Sweet. God. He wanted
to.
“Damn…” was the only
word he could think to say as he walked the length of the room in
about four long strides. His hands gripped around her ribs and he
could feel the heat of their skin reacting through the satin and
ribbings. He jerked her forward that way, her whole body following
the constraints of the corset. She fell into him hard and let her
hands rest at his chest.
He was no longer laughing
with her playfully. Now he was so sexed-out he was ready to throw her
down and take her hard. She looked at him with wide, expecting eyes,
wanting the same thing. He hoped she was expecting the animal side of
him, because that’s exactly where she took him the minute she
dropped her robe.
He
grabbed her by the hair as he searched her mouth with his desperate
tongue. His other hand gripped at her back, bottom and shoulder with
the full strength of his desire. She was the only woman to evoke this
kind of passion from deep within, and he couldn’t turn it off. He
jerked her hair back again to give himself access to her neck.
Author Bio:
I
love
a good love story. I reread the first kiss a few times before I read
on...even in my own books. That moment gets me every time no matter
how often I revisit that beautiful connection. I dive into every
story to the point where I have so many fictional boyfriends that I
can't keep track of them all.
In
the world of reality, I have a loving and tolerant husband who smiles
and rolls his eyes every time I tell him about my latest fictional
love affair. I have two autistic pre-teen boys who keep me on my
toes. I have a psychotic Golden Retriever (I was told those don't
exist...) and a cat that rules our house. I used to be the queen. Our
regal feline has usurped my throne and demoted me to Prime Minister.
I
studied English/Journalism at Miami University in Ohio, have a
Master's Degree in Secondary Education from the University of Dayton
and I spent five years teaching even more personality-rich pre-teens.
For some sick reason, I actually enjoyed teaching junior high. Now as
a stay-at-home mom, I'm clinging to that status by throwing my hat in
the author's ring and hoping I get to keep it there.
Social Links:
Twitter: twitter.com/KemmieM
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/
Website: www.kemmiemichaels.com
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