Happy Sunday and a Winner!!!
Hello! I want to thank everyone who took part in my Basket Giveaway contest! And now to the nitty gritty! Using the amazing scientific thing that is the randomizer, the winner of the gift basket of all my books, plus a 50$ Gift Card, is…….
Jennifer Zorko! I will be emailing her today! Again thanks to everyone who participated, it means a lot. And to whet everyone’s appetite a little, here’s an exclusive excerpt from THE DAY HE KISSED HER!
Suddenly irritated, Lily exhaled a deep breath and turned around.
Don’t look into his eyes.
But of course it was the first thing she did and boom, there went that damn horde of butterflies in her stomach. They flew and dove and man did they make her feel woozy. Mouth dry, she held on.
Get a grip, St. Clare.
Luckily, years of hiding behind a mask of indifference saved her and she crossed her arms over her chest, arched an eyebrow and was able to manage a sentence without sounding like an idiot.
“Five minutes is all I got, so what’s so important?”
“Mac,” he said, eyes smoldering, without skipping a beat.
“My name is Mac. I want to hear you say it.”
Surprised, Lily took a moment. “That’s it? You want to hear me say your name?”
He nodded and leaned closer. It took everything in Lily for her not to shrink away. For her to remain still as his warm breath slid across her heated skin. Goosebumps followed in his wake and she couldn’t hide the shudder that rolled across her shoulders.
“Are you going to make me beg?” His mouth hovered near her ear and she felt the imprint of his lips even though he hadn’t touched her. “Cause I don’t mind begging. I don’t mind doing a lot of things.”
“Mackenzie,” she managed to say, her hands now on his chest as if she wanted to push him away. Except she didn’t push him away. She did nothing. Hell, she didn’t even breathe.
“Mac,” he said, his voice a little rougher. A little sexier. “Mackenzie is what my mother calls me. Mac is what my friends call me.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes daring to travel up to his again. Wrong thing to do.
“And you think we’re friends.”
“I don’t know, Boston. Are we?”
WOOT! I CAN’T WAIT for you all to read Mac and Lily’s story!!! Coming April 2014!