Welcome back to my First Kiss Friday blog! Today I have returning author Anne Knight who has an excerpt from her novel The Worst Spy in London. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!
Excerpt:
Annette reached out and took Damaris’s hand in hers, squeezing gently. “Thank you,” she said softly. “For today. For helping.”
“Of course,” Damaris said, suddenly unable to breathe. She looked at their gloved fingers and wished she could remove the fabric between their skin. The images of the women in the pamphlet rushed back to her, as well as Annette’s admission of her own experience.
Would kissing Annette be as good as Annette claimed it could be? Damaris was curious. She’d never even been curious about kissing a man. Nothing about it appealed to her, just like kidney pie.
But Annette was like meringue—light and sweet and drenched over something sharp with flavor that made you sit up and take notice. Damaris loved meringue. Maybe…maybe she should try kissing Annette. Maybe she’d hate it. But maybe she’d love it.
Annette’s thumb stroked the back of Damaris’s hand. “You’re a good friend,” she was saying, turning toward Damaris.
It was now or never.
Damaris had to know. She’d lose her nerve if she waited any longer. She grabbed the back of Annette’s neck and leaned in, pressing her lips to Annette’s.
It was…amazing. It was outrageous. It was sharp and soft and everything under the sun—Damaris couldn’t begin to describe it. Her bonnet was shoved back by the impact. She’d smashed into Annette so hard her lip had cut against one of Annette’s teeth. But her lips were just as plump as Damaris had imagined.
“Umph,” Annette got out.
Damaris jerked away, grabbing her bonnet and putting it firmly back in place. “I—I do apologize,” she said. “I beg your pardon.” Her cheeks heated. “I should have asked. Or warned you. Or something. I…I do not know how it is done. I’ve never received a kiss from a man, let alone initiated anything myself.”
Annette stared at her, eyes wide and mouth open in shock.
“Oh, I haven’t ruined our friendship, have I?” Damaris wrung her hands. “Am I a bad kisser? Or do friends not kiss each other? Which part have I failed in? And can you ever forgive me?”
Then Annette’s expression began to change. Delight slowly spread across her face, and her lips curved into a knowing smile. “You kissed me.”
Somehow Damaris’s cheeks grew hotter. Her hands flew to cover the blush she knew was spreading there. “I apologized!”
“Would you like to learn? How to initiate a kiss with a woman?” Annette practically purred.
Damaris suddenly felt as if the carriage had turned on its side. Everything seemed upside down, especially her stomach. And the heat in her cheeks was worsening—and spreading down her body, making her breasts ache and something twist deep inside her. This was—this was—this might be too much. But it was her chance, her one chance, before they parted and Annette remembered she was just Damaris Dunham, solicitor’s daughter, with nothing very interesting or appealing about her.
She bit her lower lip and nodded.
The Worst Spy in London
By Anne Knight
When Damaris Dunham and her modiste stumble across a plot to push Britain further into the Napoleonic Wars, they team up to stop it before innocent people die. But time together also reveals other secrets–such as the feelings for one another neither know what to do with.
Buy Link: https://books2read.com/u/47DN9a
About the Author:
Anne Knight has been writing stories since she was three years old. Before she could read or write, she followed her parents and babysitter around, begging them to dictate her words. Eventually she learned the alphabet and began writing herself. She sneaked her first romance novel when she was thirteen, but did not become an avid reader or writer of the genre until after college.
Anne lives in Arkansas with her real-life swoony hero, four children, and two cats. The cats are named Cyrano and Ivanhoe.
Learn more about Anne on her website at anneknightbooks.com