Every first kiss is just a little different. When I first thought of this book, I had a very different first kiss in mind. But when I sat down to write, I knew the way they met wasn’t right. So I changed it. And you get to read it now. I’d love to know what you think!

Excerpt from Walk Of Fame

Dillon Young took a drink from his beer and looked around the bar. He sighed and tipped the bottle up. It was stupid to think he could show up on a Thursday night and find someone to go home with.

Dammit.

Dillon nodded to the bartender and got up. He was halfway to the door when it opened and she walked in.

Dillon stopped in the middle of the damn room and watched her. Jeans hugged her curves, a flimsy shirt hanging off one of her shoulders. Her light brown hair drifted behind her as her eyes scanned the bar. When they landed on his, they scanned his body as her lips curled up.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi.”

“Are you leaving?”

He shrugged. “I was.”

“And now?”

He grinned. “It depends on if you’re staying.”

She looked around then shook her head. “I could go.”

Dillon put his hand on her lower back and guided her out the door. As soon as it swung closed behind them, he pressed her back against the wall and sealed his lips to hers.

She knew the score, but he wanted to make sure she understood the only reason she was leaving the bar with him was so they could make each other feel good. It wouldn’t go anywhere beyond the night.

He thrust his tongue between her lips and ground his hips against hers, letting her feel the way she already affected him. She whimpered and clawed at him, trying to fucking climb him. He didn’t mind helping her at all, scooping her up so she could wrap her long legs around his waist. God he loved a woman who could handle how big he was. When she hooked her heels together, he groaned.

Fuck yeah.

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