Twenty-five-year-old Chloe Larson has never had a relationship or been really kissed by someone. After a rough childhood spent hiding a secret and being ridiculed, Chloe believes she’s better off with only friends around her. That way she can’t get hurt or misused. She spends weekends living life to the fullest with her best friends and roommates Gaby and Jess and weekdays proving her worth as a newly promoted reporter. The thing is, she doesn’t have time for anything romantic. But secretly she longs for that special connection with someone.
Chris Sherman is bored of the selfish women who flock to him. Recently out of a relationship, he isn’t looking for love. But everything changes when he meets Chloe Larson. She has a way about her that excites and intrigues him, leaving him desperate to get to know her.
Will they both find the courage to let each other in and experience the joys and pains of love, life, and happiness to find it all?
He placed his hands on either side of her waist and looked into her eyes. Chloe felt something shift between them, a deeper understanding growing like a flower in the garden. Her heartbeat quickened.
Chris took a breath. “I’d really like to kiss you. May I?”
“Yes,” she said, shivers suddenly running over her arms. Her heart swelled. This is it.
Meanwhile, Chris could feel his own heart start to pound against his chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly as he lowered his mouth to hers.
He brushed his lips against hers and felt them open slightly. Tilting his head, he started to kiss her more deeply. She pressed her body into his and rested her hands on his shoulders. His hands loosened on her waist and slowly moved up to rest on the small of her back.
He used his left hand to pull her snugly to him while his right hand rubbed down her side to the hem of her T-shirt. Pulling it up slightly, he ran his fingers across her thigh. Still holding her pressed up against him, he continued kissing her slowly and deeply. She moaned and ran her hands down his arms to his waist.
Chris relaxed his grip on her back and released her mouth from his. Her eyes danced open and he could see the passion in them. They were both breathing more quickly now.
Stacey Komosinski grew up in a small Pennsylvania town strongly influenced by her mother’s passion for reading. She read her first romance novel in her early twenties and hasn’t stopped.