Welcome, my lovelies, to another First Kiss Friday! Today’s guest is Meara Platt who has a first kiss scene from The Touch of Love. She’s also offering a giveaway to one lucky random comment of an eBook of this release so be sure to leave a comment after you read this fabulous excerpt. Enjoy!
“Don’t be angry, Nathaniel. You’re the only man I trust to be honest with me.”
“Kisses lead to other things.”
“Like removing one’s gown?” She cast him a wry smile. “Which is why I am safest learning these things from you. So, shall we get down to business? You agreed to this, remember? And if Andrew Gordon wrote me this note, then I certainly don’t want to trust him with a first kiss.”
Of course, her first kiss.
He ought to have realized it immediately.
He groaned, suddenly feeling like a wolf who’d just trapped an innocent lamb. Or was he the lamb suddenly trapped by this beautiful wolf?
No, he was the wolf. He was the worldly, jaded one. So how could he do this to the girl?
Poppy trusted him so completely.
You can do this. You are honorable. You care for her. You will protect her. This is why she chose you to be her first.
“Very well, close your eyes.”
She closed them.
He watched them flutter shut. Her dark velvet eyelashes rested against the soft pink of her cheeks.
Blessed Mother. She had the face of an angel.
“What shall I do with my lips?”
He would have laughed at the remark were his heart not too busy erupting with volcanic force within his chest. He was in fiery torment, struggling to hold himself back from devouring Poppy. “Keep them relaxed.”
“What shall I do with my hands?”
He dismissed the thought immediately coming to mind, for she would grab the inkpot off his desk and crack his skull open with it if she knew what he was thinking. Yes, he was depraved and not proud of it. “Put them on my shoulders.” It seemed the safest advice to give her.
Why did her touch always feel like the touch of heaven?
“It’ll do.” His voice sounded hoarse and strained even to his own ears. That she was approaching the kiss with logic ought to have calmed him down.
She was about to ask another question, but he cut her short by wrapping his arms around her and pressing his lips to hers.
He shouldn’t have done that.
Nor should he have buried his fingers in her hair and cupped the back of her head to guide her lips to his.
Nor should he have deepened the kiss when she responded, her soft, pliant lips yielding to his possessive conquest. His primitive instincts had taken over. Only his low brain seemed to be working and had taken control.
Her soft, ample breasts molded to his firm chest.
Healthy breasts. Lord, they were healthy.
Mate with this girl.
It was as though she had been built to fit him.
And his low brain knew it. Fertile female. Want this female. Need to spill seed into this exquisite, beautiful–
He abruptly pulled his mouth off hers.
Blessed saints, his brain wasn’t completely dead yet.
He eased his hold on her. “Well, that’s it, Poppy. Your first kiss.”
He waited for her to remark on it. Would she think it was magical? Wondrous?
Her eyes remained closed and she said nothing.
He bristled. “Care to comment?”
Poppy had an irritating way of hiding her feelings. She was reserved in everything she said and did. But she hadn’t felt reserved in her response to him. The slide of her hands up his chest and the urgent press of her body against his had given her away.
The wild beating of her heart.
He’d felt its rampant beats against his chest.
“Did the kiss meet your expectations?”
She opened her eyes and stared at him. “I’m not sure.”
Welcome to the Book of Love series. What makes a man fall in love? The Book of Love holds the answer, or so Poppy Farthingale believes.
Poppy Farthingale has made a pact with her two best friends to use The Book of Love to find true love. How else will Nathaniel Sherbourne, Earl of Welles, ever notice her? With a small dowry and no prominent lineage, Nathaniel will never consider her a suitable wife, especially when her competition is a beautiful duke’s daughter who has already been declared an Incomparable. Poppy has four days to win his heart, but with time running out and her rival about to attend a weekend party at Nathaniel’s country home, is all hope lost?
Nathaniel Sherbourne, Earl of Welles, is a man whose heart has been bruised by the ravages of war. He is in no rush to marry, for he’s a wealthy and titled bachelor with debutantes aplenty eager to gain his notice. In any event, he has a blackmail scheme to unravel before he can turn his mind to more romantic ventures. But his sister’s shy friend, Poppy Farthingale, is suddenly capturing his attention. She’s toting around The Book of Love, and he’s promised to help her find a suitable match. Is it possible he’s the right man for Poppy?
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Meara Platt is a USA Today bestselling author and an award-winning Amazon UK Allstar in historical and Regency romance. Her favorite place in all the world is England’s charming Lake District which may not come as a surprise since many of her stories are set in that idyllic landscape, especially her paranormal Regency romances in her Dark Gardens series. If you’d like to learn more about Meara’s lighthearted Farthingale series, Book of Love series, and Braydens series, or gothic, paranormal Dark Gardens series, please visit Meara’s website at www.mearaplatt.com.
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Kitty Garley said:
Oh my goodness!!!! I could almost feel that kiss myself!!!!
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It’s a great excerpt. Thanks for leaving Meara a comment, Kitty. ☺️
Wow I loved the excerpt and the book cover is gorgeous!
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Thanks for stopping by, Susannah.