It’s First Kiss Friday and today I’d like to introduce you to a fellow San Francisco Area of Romance Writers of America author, Christine Harvey. Today Christine will be sharing an excerpt from her novel In Concert. Be sure to leave her a comment to be in the running for an eBook copy of her book. Happy reading, my lovelies!
(After a day with cameras following him everywhere, all Luke wants to do
is escape with the date he set up earlier, and forget about the reality TV producer who’s constantly on his mind. But he has just found out Victoria and her crew are setting up to film that date.)
Luke stared at Victoria. He couldn’t believe she’d heard him dirty-talking Isabelle and planned to film their hookup like it was no never mind. “Call them off,” he said.
She looked up from her notebook. “I beg your pardon?”
“Call them off. There’s no date.”
“It sounded pretty definite to me.”
“And it felt pretty private to me.”
Victoria closed the notebook with a thump and tossed it on the table next to her. “You have no privacy, Mr. Tyler. It’s in your contract. I realize you’ve been reluctant to do this from the start, and I’ve tried to be patient, but it’s wearing thin.” She put her hands on her hips. “You’re on a reality show about your life, and the lives of your band mates. The audience won’t just want to see you practicing and playing at Tony’s Tavern. They’ll want to know what you eat for breakfast, what you wear, who you date, and everything in between. You’ve agreed to be filmed during all of these occasions, and you’re just going to have to suck it up and let it happen.”
Luke pointed in the direction of the door and the van outside. “You ever have those things turned on you? You know what it’s like?”
“I would imagine it’s intrusive at first, and fine eventually.” She reached for her bag and added, “Now, can we continue to the next segment?”
“That segment’s been canceled,” he said and turned for the stairs.
“Where are you going?” she called after him.
“To cancel my date.”
“You can’t do that.” She sounded irritated, and a touch anxious.
He turned at the base of the stairs. “You need to film it before you’ll believe it’s true?”
Her lips compressed and she dropped her bag on the table next to the notebook. She hobbled closer in her cast with a pained expression on her face; it took some of the fire out of him. He’d rather she could charge right over and at least keep the disagreement equal; he could tell she liked to pace, to move when she was thinking. Or angry. He liked that about her. He liked too much about her. Except for her damn cameras.
Before she could say anything, he said, “Would those cameras follow you if you were my date?”
She stopped in front of him, her head jerking back. “What? Why?”
“Because whenever I’m around you, all I can think of doing is throwing you over my shoulder, carrying you upstairs, pushing you against a wall, and screwing you senseless,” he said.
Her big eyes got bigger and he could see she’d lost her composure, but his speech had just made its way to his body, and his body took over. He stepped forward, took her face in his hands, tilted it up, and kissed her.
She held herself rigid at first, her mouth hard, but he ran his tongue along the seam and she gasped, her lips opening and softening under his. He pushed his hands into her hair, dislodging the clip and feeling the thick strands surrounding him, brushing against his skin, and he slipped his arms around her and pulled her up tight. Grabbing his belt loops, she moaned, and he darted his tongue in, brushing it against hers, tasting her, wanting more.
She pressed closer, her breasts crushed against his chest and he slid down, imagining her naked body sliding across his, kissing a path down his chest, her hair caressing his hips, her hands touching, grabbing, stroking. He groaned, kissing her harder, and wrapped his arms tighter to lift her up, get her as close as possible, bring her upstairs and—
“Victoria, we’re ready to—whoopsy,” said the sister from the doorway.
Victoria pulled away from him with a sharp inhalation, pushing her hands against his chest until he lowered her to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“I reckon I’m kissing you.”
“Well, that’s obvious.” She brushed her hair back from her face and wouldn’t meet his gaze. “What I’d like to know is what you’re about. I mean…you…you’re…”
“I’m about frustrated to high heaven being attracted to you and not touching you, so I thought I’d see what that might be like.”
“Oh.” She stared at him, face flushed a pretty pink.
“And on my side, it was pretty damn nice. For both of us.” He leaned close. “Would you disagree?”
What happens when you mix a reality TV producer who won’t take “no” for
an answer with a country western singer with a different goal in mind?
Hot shot reality TV producer Victoria Clausen loves only one thing:
creating hit shows. Luke Tyler’s two main goals in life are getting out
of the shadow of his famous father and being a successful country music
star in his own right. When Victoria convinces him that his band would
make a great subject for a reality series, Luke reluctantly agrees. The
cameras are everywhere as filming begins, and both of their lives change
in unexpected ways when Luke explores a new goal, and Victoria learns
real life is more desirable.
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Christine Harvey has been a writer all her life: from a children’s book
at the age of eleven to novels in many genres. Both she and her
characters know that a pair of colorful cowboy boots can change your
life. Christine lives in California with her husband and far too many books.
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deleted scene from /Take Two/, the first book in the That’s
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