Plump & Pretty is coming next week! Riley was such a great character to write. She’s sort of like the person I always wanted to be. She works in a bookstore (something I always thought would be so much fun), she loves to sew (me too), and she’s confident in who she is (who doesn’t want to be that). She wants love, sure, but she had other dreams and goals. Her big dream was owning the book store she worked at, READ.
Too bad Connor has other things on his mind besides work…
Excerpt from Plump & Pretty
I sighed heavily, hoping he was right. His fingers continued rubbing between my eyes, something that was more soothing than I ever thought possible. Instead of being self conscious sitting next to Connor Lee, I felt myself slipping further and further away from my worries. I was relaxed, content even. I still felt lost as far as my career went, but I was okay with it.
Connor’s finger moved over my forehead and his hand tunneled through my hair. He massaged my head softly, working down over my scalp to the tight muscles in my neck. A moan slipped from my lips, unconsciously, and I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment. Connor froze for a second, barely long enough for me to notice, then his hand moved again, cupping my cheek.
I wondered for a brief second what he was doing, then I felt his breath on my face, followed by his lips on mine.
Connor Lee was kissing me!
My teenaged self was doing a happy dance inside, while the rest of me was getting lost in the soft press of his delicious lips against mine. A hint of coffee and chocolate from the mocha clung to his lips. His hand slid around to my neck, and he leaned over me further, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips.
My lips parted for his tongue without hesitation. As his tongue swept through my mouth I tasted the coffee on his breath and the mocha on his tongue. I wanted more and eagerly met his kiss with my own excitement. His other hand went to my waist and held me against the soft leather of the seat.
Leather seat. Mocha cupcakes. Coffee. Connor Lee. Me? Something wasn’t right.
My hands moved to his shoulders and pushed.