I wish you all a very peaceful and pleasant Thanksgiving weekend. Today Author Wednesday features one of my favorite colleagues and romance author, Chantel Rhondeau. Chantel and I have been in three box sets together (so far), and her romances are a wonderful addition to each set. I love Chantel because she is always eager and ready to help out and give of herself and her expertise to promote all of us. It doesn’t get any better than that. So with great pleasure, I give you the very sweet and lovable Chantel Rhondeau and her new release in her Macalliter’s Paradise series.
She pouted slightly as she thought, her full red lips begging him to suck on them. “I felt like dinner went well the other day, but…” She paused and scarlet flared against her cheekbones.
“Dinner did go well,” he agreed. “I wasn’t sure you thought so, but I had a great time.”
“I was surprised when you left so fast.” Looking down at their hands, she avoided his eyes, seeming unsure and flustered. “I thought you’d want a goodnight kiss.”
She felt insecure because he hadn’t kissed her? Well, hot damn!
Brad chuckled and tugged her hands, pulling her close to his chest. She was enough shorter than him that when her hair swished around her face the silky strands rubbed against his chin, catching slightly in the evening stubble he hadn’t had time to shave.
Pressing his lips against her forehead, Brad released one of her hands to caress her cheek and slide his hand down her neck.
The passion he felt in being so close to her was echoed in the soft trembling of Chelsea’s body against his and the sweet, contented sigh she released.
Wrapping both arms around her, Brad held her close to his heart, enjoying having her so near after spending several days apart. If only work would slow down and he could see her more often. He knew it was too sudden to be sure that he wanted things to work out with Chelsea, but holding her felt right. Since the moment she arrived on the island, Brad hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her, wishing he could call her his lady. Now he might have a chance.
Chelsea’s arms circled him, and she rested her head on his shoulder. The soft puffs of breath coming from her mouth bathed his neck with their warmth, making him wish he were less of a gentleman.
“You smell delicious,” she whispered, sniffing deeply. Her lips brushed his collarbone, setting his heart rate racing.
Love’s Ride (Brad)
Cooking Up Love (Shane – coming soon)