Sunday, September 10, 2017

A Little For Kicks

For Kicks

by Jenna Bayley-Burke

"For Kicks is as decadent as a chocolate layer cake, as bubbly as a flute of champagne and as exhilarating as a roller-coaster ride. Bayley-Burke writes blood-pumping contemporary romance that will leave readers energized." 4 1/2 stars, Romantic Times

*Blog Exclusive Excerpt*

Breeze opened the door slightly and stood in the gap. “You know it’s after midnight?”

“I was waiting for them to leave. I don’t think the guy on the phone bought my cover. They’re together, right?”

“Who?” she stalled, wanting to know just what Logan was after before she let him into her home.

“The big one is your assistant. I recognize him from the walk through.” He cocked his head to the side, his brown eyes twinkling. “Let me in, Breeze. We need to talk.”

“Maybe when I get back. It’s really not appropriate.”

“Why not?” He braced a hand on her doorframe and leaned closer.

“It’s unprofessional for us to see each other personally when we work together.”

“We don’t work together.” He shook his head.

“We spent the whole day at work together,” she reminded him. “And what’s in your hand? More work?”

“But it’s not like you work for me.”

“You’re splitting hairs. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll be gone for almost a month. And when I get back I’ll have a lot of catching up to do.” She ran a hand through the mass of curls, wishing she’d looked in a mirror after removing the clip. “And then I’ll be running into the holiday season. It’s not fair to ask you to wait.”

“I’m not planning on waiting.” He pushed her door open with his hand but stayed on the landing.

“You’re not coming in. I’m not someone you can call at midnight and think coming over means…that we’re going to…” She waved her hand through the air, trying to make her point and push away the erotic scenes unfolding in her mind.

“To what, Breeze? What is it you think I want to do?” He stepped closer, his toes on the edge of her welcome mat. He probably expected her to step away, but she held her ground and his gaze.

“I don’t care.” She lifted her stubborn chin.

He dropped his voice to a deep whisper. “Oh, but you do. You want to know if what I had in mind matches up with what’s running through your thoughts right now.”

Her skin flushed a telltale pink, letting Logan know he was right. He knew he had one shot to get her to open her mind to the possibility of them together before she disappeared for a month. He needed her to agree to let him call and visit and make sure she took some downtime. Though his brief glimpse at the schedule Mendelssohn’s had faxed him showed little room for fun.

“You want me to go?”

She closed her eyes and nodded slowly. He reached for her hand and pulled it to him while she stayed still as a statue. He raised her wrist to his lips and felt the pulse point thrum.

“You don’t want me to leave yet.”

Her eyes fluttered open, the icy color melting into a blue like the center of a flame. His temperature rose at the sight, heating his blood to simmering.

“Let me in, Breeze.” He clutched the stack of promotional photos tighter in his hand and considered throwing them to the ground.

She stepped aside, each breath deep and labored. He stepped into the room and she backed against the door and then closed it. The only light in the room came from the glow of a large fish tank that was filled with greenery and gurgled softly.

She watched him intently, eyeing the photos as he set them on her suitcase. “I thought I might need a cover. You don’t really need them.” He stepped to her and she pressed herself tighter against the door. He lifted a hand to her cheek and slid his fingers along the smooth skin.

Her eyes opened wider, showing so much emotion he couldn’t guess what it all meant. Stunned, mesmerized, frightened. Wanting to calm her, he didn’t move closer, but instead indulged his curiosity and slid his fingers into her thick curls.

There wasn’t a tangle in the silken strands, just tight, smooth ringlets. Her hair intrigued him. It was so beautiful, yet she kept it twisted and hidden most of the day. The smooth glide of his fingers held an erotic effect he hadn’t counted on, but then so did most things about her.

“Logan?” she whispered, peering up at him.

“No one will know, not unless you want them to.”

“I can’t risk it. I’m so close to getting everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“Me too.” Fisting his hand in her hair, he tipped her face to him, looking in her eyes so there would be no mistaking just what he meant. And then he lowered his lips to hers and showed her.

Find out what happens now...

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