My upcoming romcom, enemies-to-lovers, romance will be available September 14th, 2021! Here is extract #3 from my upcoming romance book, Romance By The Book.
Jessie is convinced she is going to marry Gavin Williams. His twin brother Will is not going to let that happen. Is he a protective brother, or does he have other ideas in mind?
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Extract #3
“I know. You don’t have to say it. I’m a fool. He’s getting married, he’s not interested, I’m not his type, blah, blah, blah. I know.” Her voice breaks again, and I want to reach out to her.
“But you know what?” she asks.
I shake my head. “What?”
“I disagree. I believe in love. I believe in fate. And even if I have to get drenched in coffee, or spaghetti, or…whatever…I’m going to keep trying. Because…” She pauses, then tilts her chin up and continues. “Because I have a lot of love to give. A lot. And I’ve been waiting my whole life to give it to that boy I fell in love with a long time ago. So…so there.”
I don’t say anything. I just stand there and take in the passion coloring her cheeks and the spark in her eyes. I want her so badly it hurts.
A water drop hits me in the forehead. Then another. Jessie looks around, and an expression of shock then guilt comes over her. The sparse drops turn to a light shower. Jessie closes her eyes and groans.
“Jessie?”
She shakes her head. I look around. It’s raining in a five-foot circumference around us. I look up. Petunia and Gladiola wave gleefully at me from a second-story window. Wanda holds a large sprinkler over us. A suspicion enters my mind.
“Is this a kiss in the rain?”
“No,” Jessie says. She opens her eyes and peeks at me. “Turn it off,” she shouts up at the ladies.
I take a step toward her. “Were you going to lure my brother here for a romantic kiss in the rain?”
“No. Of course not.” She takes a step back. “Turn it off, Wanda,” she shouts up.
“Can’t hear you, dear, I lost my hearing aid after class,” yells Wanda.
“She said turn it up,” Petunia says.
A slow grin spreads over my face. I take another step forward. Jessie takes a careful step back. Water runs down my face. I wipe it from my eyes. Strands of hair are starting to fall out of Jessie’s French twist. I reach forward and brush a lock off her cheek. Jessie takes another step back and bumps into the brick bakery wall.
The rate of the fake rain shower increases. Water pours down around us. Drops stream over Jessie’s face and onto her dress, washing away the spaghetti and sauce. I put my forearms to the brick wall on either side of her, closing her in. I bend down, until our mouths nearly touch.
“Did you think a kiss in the rain would make him fall in love?”
“No.” Her eyes turn dark and luminous. A drop of water trails down her cheek and settles on her lip. I groan. I’ve never ached to taste a drop of water so much.
“You want to know who would want you, Jessie?”
“Who?” she asks reluctantly.
“Me.”
I press her against the wall and send my lips to hers. She gasps and her mouth opens to me. I send my tongue in, I run it over her lips and drink the falling water and the taste of her.
I press my body over hers and shield her from the rain. I bury my hands in her hair and pull her closer. She makes a small sound in her throat and I lick it up. I take her lip in my mouth and tug, then I send my tongue across her lower lip. She’s heaven.
She was right. If I didn’t already love her, then this kiss in the rain would make me love her for forever and beyond.
Her hands settle hesitantly on my shoulders and I groan. I need more. I need more of her. It’s been too many years since I’ve touched her. It’s been too many years of wanting her and not having her.
I grab her hips and pick her up. Her dress rides up and she wraps her legs around me. I press her against the brick wall. She’s positioned in the perfect spot. I rub against her and she gasps. I jerk my hips and she gasps again. I catch the noise with my mouth. I run my fingers down her cheeks, rock my hips against her and catch another cry in my mouth.
“Jessie,” I say against her lips. I kiss the corner of her mouth. “I want you. I’ll always want you.”
She stops moving. Her hands tighten on my shoulders.
I pause. “What is—”
The sprinkle of rain water turns into an ice-cold flood as three 10-gallon buckets of water pour on my head.
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