Why I write the genre I do: "I usually write paranormal romance because I like my romance to have a little bit of a bite, but every now and then I have to do a contemporary, because even 'normal' people need a little romance now and then.
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Review: “CHANCES TAKEN transports the reader to romantic Ireland where one special woman wins her heart's desire.” Becky Barker author of Bridleton and many more.
CHANCES TAKEN is my sexy contemporary romance set in Ireland - Ian Cathmor, wealthy Irish CEO, believes women want the money, not the man, until a shy American comes to visit his cousin’s B&B and teaches him about “chances taken”. Available at Whispers Publishing www.whispershome.com
“Could you give me a ride?” Jacquelyn’s tongue darted out to lick her lower lip then capture it between her teeth.A few of the pub’s patrons raised a brow and smiled in their drinks at her statement.
Ian nearly swallowed his tongue along with the reply he wanted to give her innocent words, thanking the stars for his travels to the States. He knew Jacquelyn was asking for a lift to the inn and not a sexual favor, as that particular phrase normally would be interpreted in this part of the world.
“Yes, I can see that you reach the inn.”
The trip wasn’t long. The gentle rumble of the lorry’s engine had put Jacquelyn to sleep as they pulled from the pub. Now, they sat in front of Kyna’s B&B, the Thistle Down. Ian turned off the engine, listening to the moment of silence cocooning them, enjoying the illusion of being a couple as Jacquelyn sighed softly in her sleep. Strange, he wanted these moments to last an eternity.
Exiting the truck, he went round it to her side and opened the door. He slipped his arms under her, thus cradling her against him. Her head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder. Her heart made a steady slow rhythm against his chest. Ian rubbed his cheek over the top of her head, reveling in the silken, soft feel of her hair there as it cascaded across his arm. He was nearly to the door when she awoke.
“Put me down,” she gasped and struggled in his arms. “Where do you think you’re taking me?”
He released her so she slid down the front of him, still held loosely pressed against him. He could still feel her heart beat, and it was at a gallop now. Ian let his hands fall gently away from her.
“Let me go.” Jacquelyn stared up at him, fear dancing in her eyes.
“I’ve not a hold on you,” Ian whispered low and soothingly. “I was only delivering you to the inn.”
Jacquelyn swallowed hard, making a loud gulping sound.
Ian grinned, acknowledging he’d heard the sound.
“You’re at the Thistle Down, safe and sound. I hope your dreams are sweet and plentiful.”
Ian touched his cap, turning to leave.
“Wwwait, what do I owe you for the ride?” she stammered.
He bit the inside of his cheek at the phrase, turning back to her. Quickly, before she could react, he snagged her with one arm, crushed her to him, and fastened his mouth to hers. He kissed her thoroughly, and then he released her.
“That’s more than enough payment.” Ian rounded the lorry to hop inside, and just before he placed the truck in gear, he shouted over the engine. “In fact, I’ll be by on the morrow to give you your change. Goodnight to you now.”
Jacquelyn stood watching the truck’s taillights disappear into the night. She raised a finger to trace her lips and still felt the warmth. No, that wasn’t right. She felt the heat left behind by Ian’s mouth, and much to her own amazement, she smiled. She had no doubt her dreams would be plentiful tonight, but sweet. No, they would be zestier than that.
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