Today is the last day you can enter my Goodreads Giveaway for a chance at an ecopy of Perfect Match, which will be released on 4.7.25. I’m giving away 100 Kindle copies to 100 lucky winners – the Goodreads Gods choose the winners. I have found that doing a giveaway like this for past books has garnered me a vast amount of new-to-me-writers, so the cost has been worth it.
Today’s tease for the book is the first time Olivia and Hunter kiss. It’s an awkward kiss, neither of them thinking it was going to be on the lips – much less as mindblowing as it was for both of them…
“I need to go back,” he said, returning.
“Problem?”
“My Arms patient has taken a turn and the staff is worried.” He tucked his phone back into the holder on his belt, and slipped the pager into his pocket.
“Well, I’m glad you at least had something to eat.” She followed behind him to the front door as he slid his suit jacket back on. “Especially if you’re going to be at the hospital for a while.”
As he shot the cuffs he peered down at her, his brows kissing as his mouth quirked. Once done, he buttoned the jacket and exhaled. “Olivia.”
Nervously, her lips twitched. “Hunter,” she said in the same serious tone he’d just used. “One of these days we’re going to have a discussion about why you don’t call me Liv like everyone else does. Olivia is so formal and stuffy.”
“It’s not formal or stuffy at all. It’s beautiful, just like you are and it suits you.”
Her nose squinched and wriggled. “Makes me sound like a maiden aunt with fifteen cats.”
He shook his head and then bent down to kiss her cheek. For some reason, though – and she was seriously going to have to think about why once he was gone – Liv turned into the kiss and his mouth landed on hers.
Shock paralyzed her. She knew she should back away or at least turn her head again, but simply…couldn’t.
Truth? Didn’t want to.
His mouth, Lord, his mouth!
How was it possible for such a masculine man, a man with a body that hinted at strength and solidity, to have the softest lips she’d ever felt?
Soft and silky and…succulent. Like ripe peaches, juicy and just begging to be…eaten?
It was as if she hadn’t just had dinner – hadn’t had anything to eat in days. Like a woman starved of sustenance, Liv simply devoured him.
Before she could understand what was happening, her hands lifted to his cheeks, cupping them, the subtle scratch of his evening scruff prickling against her fingers and driving her…insane.
Insane with a need she couldn’t have guessed she’d possessed.
Her own shock was nothing compared to the swift hiss she heard him expel right before he shifted, drawing her closer as he wound his arms around her waist. With her next breath, she was plastered against him, every long line of his body pressed against her. Had he pulled her to him, or had she simply cleaved?
She wasn’t sure, but the descriptions she’d had of him being strong and solid were proven truthful. She could add one more word to the list as her body molded to his, liquifying into every ridge and muscle and valley of his form: hard.
All over.
His tongue swiped at her mouth, insistently; firmly; commanding she open for him.
It was never a thought or consideration not to.
Liv’s lips parted and she inhaled him as if his very breath gave her life.
As he deepened the kiss, Liv’s head dropped back giving him full access. To her mouth…her body…her very soul.
Her career, her business, her reputation be damned. All that mattered was right here, right now, with this man.
She slid her fingers through the opening of his jacket to glide up and down his back, every curve of muscle she skimmed over harder than the one before it.
The man was a mountain of defined sinew under his clothing, begging the image of what he must look like without it to surface in her mind. A tiny gasp escaped her when his hands slid down to the dip in her spine, his fingers spreading the expanse of the space, flirting with the top of her ass.
Her blood zipped through her veins, heating her in places she hadn’t felt warmth in quite some time.
Too long.
The shriek of his pager abruptly screeched around them, shocking them apart. Liv had no idea what she looked like, but Hunter’s face told a story she thought might mimic hers. Confusion creased his brow while desire still danced in his eyes. His mouth was a swollen mass of perfection, his lips wet and plump, his face flushed from chin to temple in a rosy glow of lust.
Without a word, their gazes locked, he reached down to his belt and pulled the annoying device from its holder.
A quick eye flick at it then he said, “I have to…go…” his voice jagged and, to her ears, thick with emotion.
Nodding, she wrapped her arms around her chest and moved around him to open the door.
“Olivia—”
“You’d better go, Hunter,” she said, shocking herself at the calmness in her voice, when her insides were swirling like wind galloping down Tornado Alley. “Don’t keep them waiting.”
He winced, his eyes almost closing.
Don’t forget to enter the contest. And if you’re not on GoodReads, or just want to get the book on your own, the pre-order is available now on Amazon at the link above. It’ll go into KU for 90 days, then go wide.
Good luck and happy reading, kids ~ Peg
Peggy Jaeger, Author 