Welcome to my First Kiss Friday bog. We’re thrilled you can join us today. Today’s guest is Deb Marlowe who a first kiss scene between Niall Kier and Kara Levett, the two main characters in her Kier and Levett Mystery Series—Victorian Mysteries with a Slow Burn Romance. Deb is also offering a giveaway so be sure to read all the way to the end. Leave a comment to be in the running and enjoy this excerpt. Happy reading, my lovelies, and good luck!
Excerpt:
When they pulled up before the house, Niall craned to look out, but there was no sign of Turner or any of the other servants. The hour must be late indeed. Gently, he reached out to wake Kara.
She came awake slowly. Turning her head, her eyes opened. She caught sight of him and gave a sleepy, contented smile.
It made his heart twist painfully.
The bond of their friendship ran deep. How much better might it be, if he were he free to take it further? What might it be like, to open his eyes every morning to that smile? To know the day ahead—all the days ahead—would be full of her wit and laughter and talent and beauty?
He longed to find out. And his urge to follow that thread was growing as strong as the worries that prevented it.
He climbed down and turned to assist her. The bracing night air prodded her awake, although she gave a great yawn that left him smiling.
She squeezed his hand. The carriage moved on, heading for the stables. They stood alone in the dark, with the sky full of the sparkling beauty of a multitude of stars and his heart full of conflicting emotions.
“Thank you, Niall.”
It was thanks offered for more than his help out of the carriage. He heard the breadth of her meaning in her tone.
He smiled in answer, returned the squeeze and let her go.
With a sigh, she began to move toward the house. He watched her for a moment, before turning toward his forge and the loft above.
The sound of her footsteps in the gravel stopped.
“Niall?”
He turned around. She faced him, her hair coming down a little on one side and wafting in the night breeze. He drank in the beauty of her. She was a mad combination of exuberance, stubborn determination, extraordinary vision and the lovely sweetness of her soul. It almost hurt to look at her.
And suddenly, she was moving. Lifting her skirts and racing toward him. As she drew closer, she let go and reached out—and leapt into his arms.
He caught her. Staggered back a step. And her lips were on his and he was lost.
Her fingers were in his hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He braced one hand across her back to hold her close and the other beneath the curve of her bottom, to keep her, high and hot and pressed against him, with her mouth locked to his.
She’d gone soft and pliant. Need sprang to heated life in his chest and he felt the answering sensation in her. Together, their longings rose and combined, whirling between them, spiraling higher and fueling the fervent, dangerous beauty of their kiss.
She was inexperienced. He showed her subtly, delicately, how it was done. An enthusiastic pupil, she let him coax her mouth open. Their embrace deepened, transforming this encounter into something more demanding and desperate. Something that fought and railed against the cold knowledge of its fleeting nature.
She moaned, a low sound of aching want, and he clutched her closer still, wishing he could pull her right inside, so that this might never end.
But end, it did. She pulled away and looked down at him, her face filled with sorrow.
Slowly, he let her drop, felt the forbidden slide of her down the front of him. But he could not let go, not yet. He bent his head so that their lips hovered close.
“I wanted to know,” she whispered. “When you are long gone and I am lying awake, making myself miserable with what might have been, I want to know exactly what I will be missing.” She ducked her head, pressing against his chest and gripping him tightly for a moment, before looking back up, her expression gone stern. “Perhaps I wanted you to know, too.”
She whirled, then, and was gone, running for the house.
Links:
The Kier and Levett Mysteries take place in Victorian London. Miss Kara Levett is an artist and creator of automatons and case clocks. Niall Kier is a forge artist from the Highlands with secrets in his past. Follow them to Victorian London as they explore art, science, their own romance . . . and murder.
www.amazon.com/dp/B0BTRP6LVM?binding=kindle_edition&r
About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling Author Deb Marlowe grew up with her nose in a book. Luckily, she’d read enough romances to recognize the hero she met at a college Halloween party—even though he wore a tuxedo t-shirt instead of breeches and boots. They married, settled in North Carolina and raised two handsome, funny, and genuinely intelligent boys.
A Golden Heart winner and Rita Nominee, Deb writes Victorian Mysteries, Regency Romance and Regency Fantasy Romance. A proud geek, history buff, and story addict, she loves to talk with readers! Find her discussing books, movies, TV, recipes and Men in Boots on Facebook, Instagram, BlueSky and Pinterest.
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Giveaway!
Deb will give away an autographed copy of A Killer in the Crystal Palace and some fun Kier and Levett swag. Just comment and tell us: If you could be a professional artist, what kind of art would you create?
Giveaway open through the weekend. Winner chosen on Monday!