On The Edge is almost here!
On The Edge kicks off my new Blue Spruce Lodge series on Jan 16th.
I wanted to write some longer stories than what I usually write for Harlequin or Montana Born. I was also looking for something that would straddle the two. Rolf is the sort of aloof alpha you'll find in my Presents (maybe even more so) complete with the deep pockets of a corporate tycoon. Glory isn't an innocent, but she's a writer of romance and deeply vulnerable in her own way.
The setting is Montana, the tone as real as I can make it, like my Montana Borns. I'd say there's a little more swearing than usual. I didn't hold back on that score. You'll get some hot love scenes and loads of complex emotions between Glory and her dad, and Rolf and his brother, plus some fun secondary characters who eventually star in their own romance.
Glory and Rolf's journey is a loathing to love trope. I love watching an arrogant hero get taken down by someone he leasts suspect can get under his skin. Oh, does Glory turn him inside out!
Here's their first kiss. Read more here.
On The Edge kicks off my new Blue Spruce Lodge series on Jan 16th.
I wanted to write some longer stories than what I usually write for Harlequin or Montana Born. I was also looking for something that would straddle the two. Rolf is the sort of aloof alpha you'll find in my Presents (maybe even more so) complete with the deep pockets of a corporate tycoon. Glory isn't an innocent, but she's a writer of romance and deeply vulnerable in her own way.
The setting is Montana, the tone as real as I can make it, like my Montana Borns. I'd say there's a little more swearing than usual. I didn't hold back on that score. You'll get some hot love scenes and loads of complex emotions between Glory and her dad, and Rolf and his brother, plus some fun secondary characters who eventually star in their own romance.
Glory and Rolf's journey is a loathing to love trope. I love watching an arrogant hero get taken down by someone he leasts suspect can get under his skin. Oh, does Glory turn him inside out!
Here's their first kiss. Read more here.
FIRST KISS – On The Edge
by Dani Collins
Book One, Blue Spruce Lodge
“I’m saying I don’t know how
to deal with it. I’m not a sensitive man. I don’t want to hurt you again.” His
fingers crept all the way around her upper arm, thumb stroking her skin as he
gently clasped her in his warm grip.
“So don’t,” she suggested
with a flash of irritation.
“Okay.” How did he make one
word sound so dangerous? Like a dare. “You tell me what hurts more. Resisting
or giving in?”
And now she was falling into
an eclipse, staring into eyes that were golden and black at the same time,
pulling her right out of herself and twisting her around so her body was in a
sensual agony, tied up and yearning.
“Should we see?” he
murmured, hands touching her with light sorcery, caressing her arm, caressing
her throat, tilting up her chin.
She shouldn’t be this
stupid, but she did hurt. All the time.
With want…
His head lowered, slanted.
His mouth hovered so she could feel the magnetic buzz of ions bouncing between
their lips. When he nudged, made that first contact, her mouth stung, so hot
and sensitized with anticipation she gasped.
He settled his lips over
hers, hot and thorough. Confident. He kissed her in a way she had never been
kissed before. This man held himself back with monumental discipline, she
realized, because when he went for something, he went for it, and he was a
force to be reckoned with. He claimed her with irresistible precision, mouth
pressing hers open so the connection went from sweet suggestion to overwhelming
passion in a single heartbeat.
She opened her mouth and let
him in. Kissed him back with more offering than skill, not even hesitating.
Compelled. If he was screwing with
her—
Whatever she had consciously
been thinking sizzled into nothing. She forgot how to form thoughts. All she
knew was the feel of his lips against hers, smooth and firm, pulling just
enough to make her follow him, then pressing to keep her sealed inside their
world.
His hand slid through her
hair to cup the back of her skull. His other arm went around her, broad hand
slipping beneath her loose shirt to sit against the skin of her lower back,
leaving a starfish of heat imprinted there. A shudder went through her, all of
her muscles checking out and giving her body over to his strength. All she
could do was lift her arms and cling around his neck, plastering herself to him
while they devoured each other. Tongues came into play. His. Hers. She moaned,
loving the swirling textures. Reveling in their blatant consumption of each
other.
He was hard. She felt him
against her abdomen and pulses of reaction hit her loins, making her want to
grind against him. She wanted to do
it already. Now.
As she realized how caught
up she was, she yanked back, gasping.
He let her put some space
between them, but kept his arm around her. His cheekbones were flushed above
his beard, his eyes like liquid gold.
She hadn’t minded that
beard, she realized, and wanted to stroke it with her fingers. She touched
instead where the soft hairs had scraped against her chin, wondering how that
rough-soft abrasion would feel against her stomach. Her thighs.
Her body reacted with a rush
of heat and another pulse. She was very aware of the bed right there, while his eyes were halos of light around pupils the
size of the moon.
“And that,” he said, accent
thick. “Is why it is my business who
spends time in this room.”
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