You know what some of the hottest parts of a romance novel are?
The parts where they don’t kiss. Think about it. All that tension, flirting, those not-quite-accidental touches, the teasing, and you’re just about to explode because why haven’t they kissed yet, damn it? Epic build up, which makes the ultimate kiss that much better when it happens.
Here is a no kiss excerpt from my upcoming New Adult book releasing in April 2015 with Entangled Publishing:
Book Two in The Noir et Bleu MC Series
At one o’clock in the morning, Lincoln’s eyelids drooped heavily and she yawned every two seconds.
I walked over to her. “Hey, you can barely keep your eyes open. Let’s go.”
She leaned her head on my shoulder and mumbled, “I can’t go until Hal says.”
Hal was lounged on a couch with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and a chesty blonde on his knee. “Screw Hal. He didn’t just perform for two hours. I say it’s time for you to go to sleep.”
Her hand slid into mine and she let me lead her away. Tim opened the backstage door for us and spoke into the headset to let Stan and Aaron know we were on the move. Hal obviously noticed because he shouted, “Cain!”
I didn’t stop. I rushed Lincoln along the concrete corridor towards the ramp that lead to the stadium airlock.
Footsteps followed us. We ran and were already near the tour bus when Hal shouted again, “Hey, Cain.”
With my hands rested on her hips, I guided Lincoln up the steps ahead of me then closed the door behind us, which made her laugh. “You’re going to give him an aneurism making him chase us.”
I chuckled and watched through the window as he jogged closer. “Whatever. It’s good for him to get some exercise.”
He opened the door, climbed the steps, panting. “Hey. You can’t, uh.” He sucked in a heavy breath. “There are more sponsors on their way.” He coughed. “They want to meet Lincoln.”
I blocked him from fully entering the bus. “She’s been up for almost thirty hours. She’s done. If they wanted to meet her they should have shown up before one in the morning.”
He produced a lame attempt at a puppy dog face. “Linny, you can do another half an hour, right?”
She bit her bottom lip. I waited for her to speak up, but she just stood there. I finally answered for her, “You hired me to take care of her. She’s tired. Do you want me to do my job or not?”
Hal’s face turned the same purple color as the day of the video shoot. Sweat rolled down his temple in unnatural amounts. “She has responsibilities.”
“Yeah, to perform. She just did that and she did an unreal job. She did enough ass kissing with greasy old dudes in suits while you sat around with a whore riding your leg. She’s done for tonight.”
He pointed at my chest and his spit sprayed out when he yelled, “Listen, you little punk, I make the decisions around here. Don’t piss me off.”
“Don’t piss me off or I’ll walk.” I swiped his hand away. “At this point, she’ll probably walk with me.”
He glared at me then glanced at Lincoln. She was struggling to keep her watery eyes open.
I stretched my arm across her shoulder and said to Hal, “My suggestion is that you tell her what a great job she did and say good night.”
After a tense pause, he asked her, “Do you want to go to sleep?”
She nodded wearily.
“Okay.” He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “You were amazing tonight. Have a good sleep.” He eyeballed me in a cautionary way then left.
I checked her expression, but couldn’t tell how she was feeling. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said tentatively. Then, as if she was nervous to hear my answer, she looked down and asked, “Do you really think I did an unreal job?”
I ran my fingertip along her jaw and lifted her chin. She saw my expression and must have known without a doubt how I felt. My pulse raced as I stared at her mouth. Her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly as she waited for my response. Under any other circumstances it would have been the perfect moment to kiss her, but no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t take the risk. I leaned in and brushed my cheek against hers before I whispered in her ear, “You blew me away.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and I pulled her in tightly to hug her. “Thank you.” Her body relaxed into mine. “For everything.”
We stood that way for a while with her heart beating against my chest. It was the most comforting feeling that I had ever felt.
Eventually, she stepped back and smiled, almost shyly. “Night.”
I nodded, not wanting the moment to end. It had to though, so I said, “Night.” I watched her disappear into her bedroom. Then I exhaled in an attempt to remind my body that I worked for her.
One day handled. Forty-two days to go. It wasn’t going to be easy.
The first book in the Noir et Bleu MC series is titled ONE PERCENTER and will be available this February from Entangled Publishing. For exclusive giveaways and insider only information please join the Graham Crackers Street Team.