Wednesday Randomness: First Kiss

We’re talking first kisses for this round of First Times. I love writing kisses…especially that first one. I think it’s the excitement, the nerves, taking that very first step into physical intimacy… le sigh. i just love them.

I’m going to share the first kiss from Coming Home.

His sister’s best friend. A part of the family. The love of his life?

Coming home for Gabe Monroe isn’t a joyous occasion. He returns to say goodbye to his father, and he stays to honor the man’s final request—take care of the family. He’s completely unprepared for the attraction he feels for his sister’s best friend and blames his grief when he gives into it. Only he can’t blame grief the second time…or the third…or…

Kate Pearson thought she was over her childhood crush on Gabe, but his return has all those feelings rushing back. Add in the toe-curling, mind-blowing sex…and Kate is well on her way beyond just a crush. Despite his constant meddling and insistence that they need to keep things platonic, Gabe makes her tremble with desire and yearn for forever with him.

Even as Gabe begins to accept their blossoming relationship, Kate’s past casts a shadow over their future as they realize he isn’t the only one who’s come home.Trying to protect the woman he’s coming to love, Gabe risks losing everything. Everything he didn’t know he wanted but, now, doesn’t know if he can live without.


Kate frowned. “You’re upset they didn’t tell you sooner.”

“That my dad was dying? Yeah, you could say that.” The anger he’d been fighting against surfaced and overwhelmed him. 

“It was what he wanted,” she said quietly. “He didn’t want to worry you, and there wasn’t anything you could do.”

“I could have been here.” He hit the counter with his fist, and his beer danced along the surface. “I could have been…prepared.”

Kate set her bottle next to his and moved closer, sympathy clear in her hazel eyes. He inhaled deeply, and her scent—clean, soapy, simple—filled his senses.

“The rest of them were able to be here for him, with him, and were able to come to terms with what was going on. I, on the other hand, get a phone call, four days ago, informing me I should come home immediately because he might not make it through the night.” He bit off a curse when his voice cracked. 

“I’m sorry.” She stepped forward until they touched and stretched up to hook her arms around his neck. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Gabe blew out a breath and, for the first time in days, let his guard drop just to enjoy the embrace. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her lower back. 

Kate moved her hands up, her fingers threading through his hair. Gabe shuddered at the teasing touch and tightened his hold on her. She tilted her head back and stared at him. Even as his brain screamed what the hell, he found himself leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. Kate’s breath escaped in a small sigh, and she lifted up on her toes. Her mouth softened beneath his, and his cock stirred as her tongue snuck out and swiped against his lower lip. 

He pulled back slightly, and Kate looked at him through lid-heavy eyes. “God, Kate, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

She shook her head, fisted her hands in his hair, and pulled him down. This was no tentative meeting of the mouths. It was a hard, gasping, violent mating. Gabe let go of everything he’d been holding on to and just let himself feel. Fuck, he just wanted to lose himself in her.


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kayleigh Jones
Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: First Argument

This is a newer feature we’ll be doing a couple times through the year – highlighting characters sharing firsts. We can post something from an already published work, a work in progress or something completely new. This time, we’re talking first arguments.

I’ve chosen a bit from one of my Bound books – Nothing Serious.

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It was meant to be nothing serious. And it was…until it wasn’t.

Aaron Stevens likes his life the way it is. As a surgical resident, he is perfectly content with the fact that the precious hours he has outside the hospital revolve around taking care of his mother and sister. He doesn’t have the time or inclination for a serious relationship. So the fact his lover lives halfway around the world and is fine with jetting off to exotic locales a couple times a year for a few weeks of hot sex is as close to perfect as he can get. 

The last thing Jack Hayes ever expected when his best friend got involved with an American was to hook up with her son. And he sure as hell never imagined it would continue for as long as it has. For years, he has been at Aaron’s beck and call, satisfied with submitting to him whenever Aaron and his busy life allow. But, after a change in his family’s company that has him looking for a new job, and possibly moving, Jack has begun to examine what he really wants in life and isn’t sure stolen moments here and there are enough anymore. 

When Jack arrives to attend Aaron’s sister’s wedding, keeping what he and Aaron have a secret begins to take its toll. Aaron is unwilling to come out to his family, afraid of hurting them and ruining what should be the happiest day of his sister’s life. As much as Jack has come to love Aaron, he can’t bring himself to be the dirty secret in Aaron’s closet. Aaron has a choice to make, because the tighter he holds on to keeping their “nothing serious” arrangement, the closer he comes to losing everything.


Jack took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and Aaron pulled him close, wishing he had more time, knowing coming out of a scene so abruptly wasn’t easy. 

“I’m all right,” Jack murmured into Aaron’s neck. “Should put some clothes on before Em shows up, though.”

“Yeah, definitely should do that. I’ll get your stuff.” 

“My stuff?” Jack frowned at him.

“We need to move your things in here.” Aaron stood and gathered the unused toys from the dresser. “Last thing I need is Emily getting nosy and suspicious. Be right back.”

He hurried into this room and replaced the items in the chest. Then, he grabbed Jack’s suitcases and rolled them into the guestroom, where Jack still sat on the bed, staring straight ahead. 

“Still a few things in the bathroom, but I’ll get those after I clean up and get dressed.” Bending to kiss Jack’s mouth, he frowned when Jack leaned away. “Jack?”

“Does your sister normally go poking around in your room and bathroom when she’s here?” Jack asked flatly. 

“No, but—”

“But you can’t take the chance, no matter how small, ‘cause it’d be the last thing you need, yeah? I mean, what could be worse than someone finding out about us?” 

Aaron gaped at him, the metallic taste of panic overwhelming him. Whether it was because of his sister’s imminent arrival or Jack’s reaction, he didn’t know. “Why are you so angry? Nothing’s changed. I don’t understand.”

“Not angry.” Jack shook his head. “Just tired. And frustrated.”

“I’m sorry,” Aaron murmured, not know what else to say. 

“Yeah, I know. So, go get dressed, Aaron, so everything’s normal when your sister gets here.”

The weariness his voice was like a knife to Aaron’s gut, and his refusal to meet Aaron’s gaze another twist of the blade. He went back to his room and, getting clean clothes, ducked into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he stepped in, wincing at coolness of the water. As he washed his hair and scrubbed, he heard Jack shuffle in. Peering around the curtain, Aaron watched the other man gather his toiletries. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror above the sink, and Jack’s mouth quirked up in sad smile before walking out. 

This day, Aaron decided, shoving his head under the spray to rinse off, couldn’t get much worse. After toweling off and dressing, he strode into the living room and realized how wrong he was. 

Jack stood near the door, holding the curtain back from the window and peering outside—his suitcases at his feet. 

“What are you doing?” Aaron managed to croak. 

Jack visibly stiffened but didn’t turn around. “I’m waiting for a cab.”

“What the hell for?”

“To take me to a hotel.” 

“Why?” Aaron asked, shaking his head and leaning against the sofa as his legs quaked.

“I think it’d be easier all around, don’t you? No chance of anyone finding out this way.” 

“You can’t leave like this.”

“Like what?” Jack snapped, finally facing Aaron. “How exactly am I leaving? On my terms? Is that the problem?”

“What? No! The problem is you leaving at all. Why would you want to stay at a hotel when you can—”

“Stay here and go back and forth between rooms at your convenience depending on who decides to drop by?”

Aaron shoved his hand through his wet hair and shook his head. Christ, he couldn’t deal with this, not now. A car horn sounded outside, and Jack turned to look out. 

“It’s my cab.” 

“Is…is this you ending things?” Aaron could hardly force the words out, a cold sweat breaking out over his body as he waited for the answer.


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kayleigh Jones
Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: First Meeting

This is a new feature we’ll be doing a couple times through the year – highlighting characters sharing firsts. We can post something from an already published work, a work in progress or something completely new. This time, we’re talking first meetings.

I decided to share the first time Grace met Noah and Ethan in Santuary.

This new world is full of risks, but which is greater…being alone or trusting others?

For Grace Summers, life after the super solar flare and deadly viral outbreak can be summed up in one word. Alone. Having lost everyone she loved, Grace travels on foot to her family’s remote hunting cabin, where her father had stockpiled food and supplies for this type of situation.

Along the way, she meets Noah Hill and Ethan Erikson, a couple traveling the same direction. Grace struggles with her attraction to the pair until they make it clear they are just as interested in her.

With Noah and Ethan, Grace is no longer alone, but can she bring herself to trust them in this new world where everyone is just trying to survive no matter the cost?


The sound of Callie’s growling jolted Grace upright from where she’d slumped farther against the tree trunk. She gripped the rifle and jumped to her feet, even before her eyes were fully open. Bringing the gun up snugly against her shoulder, she scanned her surroundings to find what had Callie sounding the alarm. She didn’t have to look far.

Her heartbeat sped and her breathing stuttered when her gaze landed on two men standing no more than twenty feet away.

“Whoa.” The taller of the two stepped forward, palms out in a peaceful gesture. He stopped in his tracks when Callie let out another low, menacing growl and moved in front of Grace. “Wanna call off the hound?”

“Wanna keep moving?” she returned.

“Not really,” the other man snapped.

“Let me rephrase.” She shifted slightly until the rifle was leveled directly at him. “Keep moving.”

“We’re not looking to cause any trouble,” the first man assured. “I’m Noah; this is Ethan. We’re just passing through, looking for a place to catch a few winks before moving on.” He gestured around. “There’s plenty of room, and we’ll share.” He pointed back at his partner, who sighed and lifted a hand. Four good-sized fish dangled from a line held between his fingers.

“Not interested.” Grace widened her stance and waited. The last thing she needed was two strange men hanging around. She wasn’t going to feel guilty about sending them on their way into the night. Honestly, if they couldn’t understand why a lone woman wouldn’t want two strange men hanging around, they were idiots.

“God, enough.” Ethan stepped forward. “You have no claim on the place. It’s late and dark; I’m tired and fucking hungry. If you don’t like it, you can move on.”

“Ethan,” the other man admonished. “There’s no need—”

“Hey,” Grace interrupted, exasperation edging out the panic. “Last I checked, I’m the one holding the gun, so I’m sure as hell not going anywhere.”

“Look, sweetheart—”

“I’m not your sweetheart!” she snapped. “Do you always make everything so damned difficult? I was here first, and I don’t make camp with men I don’t know.” For good reason. She shook her head slightly and tried to push thoughts of her last, and only, encounter with another person on this journey. Her stomach roiled, and her dinner threatened to make a reappearance.

Ethan let out an annoyed huff of breath, and Noah moved closer to him. Grace watched as he ran his palm down Ethan’s arm then wrapped his fingers around the other man’s hand. Ethan turned his head, and the men exchanged a long look before responding.

“And that’s completely understandable. Smart,” Noah said “But it’s late, dark; we aren’t going to be able to get much farther in any case. We just want to eat, sleep, and, in the morning, we’ll be on our way. How can we make that happen? What can we do to ease your mind?”

Grace’s gaze drifted back to their linked hands, where Noah’s thumb slowly rubbed the back of Ethan’s hand. She tightened her grip on the rifle and inhaled a shaky breath.

“You’re lovers?” she blurted, jerking her head back to look at their faces.


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kayleigh Jones
Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir