Welcome, my lovelies, to another First Kiss Friday with my guest, Amy Quinton. Today Amy has an excerpt from her novel, What The Scot Hears. Isn’t this cover gorgeous? You might want to get out a fan… you’re going to love everything about this excerpt! Happy reading and enjoy!
His hand, just there before her, was large—oh, so much bigger than her own—and rough; the hands of a man who had seen plenty of hard work in his life.
She inhaled in steady, measured breaths, desperate to slow her racing pulse. What she got for her efforts was the complex scent of his very essence, the subtle hint of which sprang from his palm like a smoking candle.
His was an intricate aroma made up of the smell of leather from his gloves and a distinctive scent she’d come to associate specifically with MacLeod, an earthy note that brought to mind the trees in the forest and the soil beneath her feet—a clean and practical scent.
His skin was hot, so much warmer than hers; she could feel the heat emanating from him as she drew his hand near. She had the almost irresistible urge to cradle her cheek in his palm and soothe her wind-chapped cheeks there.
Then, there were his fingers; they were long and broad and strong, so capable of work, of strength, of pleasure…
She glanced up into his eyes, as she bent to touch her lips to his palm, determined to see to the task she’d fought so hard to perform.
She was taken aback by what she saw there. His pupils were dilated and sharp with desire. He had zeroed in on her mouth as if she wielded a veritable weapon.
Regardless of the obvious danger, she ignored all the signs she should stop. Instead, she carried on, inching his palm ever closer to her mouth.
He hissed in a quick breath the moment her lips touched his scorching hot skin and her heart jumped in time with the sound.
She closed her eyes then, suddenly unable to do what she needed to do. She was completely overwhelmed by the surge of emotion that flooded her, sensations she’d never, ever felt before with such intensity. She felt weightless and dizzy and warm all over. She squeezed her thighs together, for she tingled and ached in the very heart of her womanly center.
She couldn’t stop. She wanted more, so much more.
She touched her tongue to the center of his palm, no longer thinking of snake bites and poison, no longer thinking of anything but him and his skin and his touch.
MacLeod let out an unmistakable warning, “Mel…”
Amelia looked up and was taken aback by the portent in his blazing green eyes. He looked raw. He looked hungry. He looked determined. The emotions swirling in his gaze were almost frightening in their intensity.
Yet she touched her tongue to his palm again anyway proving she wasn’t afraid of his fire.
That was the final straw; like the snap of a leather strap pulled too taut, he growled one last time like the beast he was before he ripped his hand free and grabbed a hold of her, his lips descending to hers with unerring accuracy.
Oh, sweet God!
He demanded. He conquered. He assaulted every one of her senses.
His lips were soft, yet commanding and fierce. He reached in for a hard kiss, then pulled back. He turned his head and charged in again, then pulled back once more. Their kiss was a dance and a tease and a force all in one.
He paused in his assault and pleaded, “Oh God, Mel…open up for me, lass.”
And when she did, his lips and tongue plunged inside, invading her soul.
Right then and there, he claimed her. All of her.
England 1814: Reticent Scottish Lord pursues Mouthy, Independent, American Woman… She is an outspoken American orphan with a questionable past and a dubious purpose. He is a man of few words on the lookout for a traitor. How could they NOT get along?
Mrs. Amelia Chase is a highly-opinionated, 23-year-old woman from America on the run from her past with a penchant for self-preservation and a healthy love for Shakespearean insults. Much to a certain Scotsman’s dismay:
- Quiet—not with her tendency to talk to everyone about anything…
- Demure—highly overrated if one cannot wear red and show off one’s curves…
- Equine-savvy—she once fled some currish, toad-spotted, coxcombs—er, villains—in a stolen carriage at a pace slower than a meandering walk. Oh, and mistook a common mule for a thoroughbred. But other than that…
And she is:
- Brave—Smart, Loyal, Witty. Er, charming. Plus, Modest, Lonely, Secretive—Um, forget that last part…
- And In love—with a distrustful Highlander of all things…
Lord Alaistair MacLeod is an agent for the Crown and a man with secrets. He doesn’t speak of them, he doesn’t dwell on them, and he certainly doesn’t let them define his future. Much. One thing is for certain, he definitely doesn’t share his confidences with a peery, outspoken American woman who is obviously trouble, acts highly suspicious, and is far too nosy for her own good… No matter:
He is always:
- Focused—men who cannot stay to task are foolish…
- Pointed and Reserved—enough said…
And he isn’t:
- Cheeky—like a certain American firebrand…
- Led by his… ahem…even when following on the heels of a curvy, red-wearing… ahem
- Or In love… especially not with a Troublesome, Meddlesome, so-called Independent American Woman…
Can he trust enough to embrace such an enigmatic woman? Can she awaken the passions of such an intensely private man?
Historical Romance Author, Mother of Boys, American Wife of an Englishman, Crafter, Reader, Camper, Bluestocking Belle
Amy Quinton is an author and full time mom living in Summerville, SC. She enjoys writing (and reading!) sexy, historical romances. She lives with her husband, two boys, and three cats. In her spare time, she likes to go camping, hiking, and canoeing/kayaking… And did she mention reading? When she’s not reading or traveling, she likes to make jewelry, sew, knit, and crochet (Yay for Ravelry!).
Web site: http://amyquinton.net
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00RUHIXZ0
Goodreads Author Page: https:/www.goodreads.com/author/show/10912294
Book Page: http://bit.ly/whatthescothears