Author: Kim Carmichael
Genre: Romance, Erotic Romance, Erotica
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
Cover Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
There's always the one…
He's one person throughout life you think about every so often, the one who leaves his unique indelible mark on you, the person with whom you need closure.
For Margaret Collins that person was Mike Taylor.
After he broke her heart seventeen years ago, she left everything she knew and reinvented herself. With a new home, a new look and a new name, Riley Williams is now an up and coming journalist given the assignment to interview a Mike Taylor. She never suspected he would be her Mike Taylor.
With Mike having no hint of Riley's true identity, she must decide if she will make him pay for sins he doesn't remember committing, or if she can wipe away the past and be with the one man who she has always wanted?
Can she finally have closure?
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
Mike never tutored her in chemistry. She supposed it was because she followed the instructions in that class or she may blow herself up. One thing was certain. She did not need any help now.
"Take a bite." Mike held up a spoon containing a sampling of chocolate covered coconut cake with raspberry sauce.
They sat together at tiny table outside the small café where they were presented with several small dessert selections, including chocolate mousse and a custard dish, but both their eyes went to the sinful cake first.
Their dinner was incredible, but not for the food. She barely remembered eating, but she savored the way Mike ordered for her, how he chose the ideal wine to compliment the meal, and how he continued to stare at her as if nothing else existed.
"It's dripping." She shook her head.
"Then it's perfect." He lifted the spoon higher.
She decided not to mention anything else dripping. She was ready to drown.
Instead, she lapped up some of the sauce with her finger.
She went to put her finger between her lips, when he dropped the spoon and caught her wrist.
"I believe I would like the first taste." He brought her hand to his mouth and sucked the sauce off her.
He swirled his tongue along her fingertip. If he was trying to show her exactly what he could do to another part of her body, it worked.
"Delectable." He licked his lips. "But I believe I need something more." He leaned forward and kissed her.
This kiss was different than the one on the pier. They already skipped over awkward, unsure connections and were now at tantalizing tastes. The type of kissing usually meant as a precursor to other, more satisfying, activities.
He opened his mouth giving her a sampling of the decadent dessert mixed with him.
No, dripping wasn't the word to describe her. If he were any other man, she would have already had them back in bed letting him properly attend to her needs. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.
He placed his hand on her leg. "You seem a little tense."
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, tightening and relaxing the muscles in her leg. "I'm just in good shape."
"So I feel." He inched his hand up, his fingertips sneaking under the hem of her dress.
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