Eyes are the window to the soul, words falling from our lips
attempt to express our innermost desires, but it's the heart that holds the
secrets behind our smile.
Join erotic/romance author and poet, Kellie Kamryn,
as she takes you on a journey of the heart with twenty seven poems of romance,
love and lust you’ll never forget. Lose yourself in a world of Secrets and
Desires of the Heart.
An award-winning choreographer must face the only man she's
ever loved then lost when they are teamed up to work together at a gymnastics
camp for Olympic hopefuls.
Claire LeMay is at the top of her game - she's head of a
prominent gymnastics facility with her gymnasts winning awards for her
outstanding choreography. Now her biggest challenge is to coach alongside the
man she's avoided for three years after he demanded she live in his shadow
instead of forging her own path.
After sinking every penny of his inheritance into his
state-of-the-art gymnastics facility, Justin Black has achieved his dream. But
even with hundreds of members and well-trained coaches, when Claire's presence
invades his space, he reluctantly admits she's the one thing missing in his
life. As their old passion tumbles out faster than a gymnast sprinting down the
vault runway, Justin knows he can’t let her walk out of his life this time.
Are they destined to repeat the same old routine or will
they be able to choreograph a new one?
Excerpt:
“We’re adults. We can
share a bed to sleep. No big deal.”
She glanced away, hoping he couldn’t see her cheeks blush.
“Exactly.”
He tugged on the other end of her blanket to get her
attention. When her eyes met his, he asked, “Unless you’re chicken?”
Her eyes narrowed to slits. “That only works once.”
He stared her down. “I dare you to share a bed with me for
the night.”
She sat heavily on the edge of the bed and slipped off her
sandals. “That is a stupid dare.”
“No stupider than it was for me to fall for you and your
little anxiety attack over performing the full-in this morning.”
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and blinked at
him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her lips twitched as she fought
a smile.
“Don’t play innocent with me.” Justin grabbed his pillow and
smacked her in the face with it.
She squawked in surprise.
“You knew I’d take the bait,” he said. “I never could resist
helping you.”
She took up her own pillow, kneeled on the bed, and hit him
back. “Then you shouldn’t have been spying on me.”
He smashed his pillow into her ribs, nearly knocking her
over.
She righted herself and took a swing at him, hitting him
square on the side of his head, causing him to give it a vigorous shake.
The next thing she knew they were in the midst of an all-out
pillow war. On their knees on the bed, they took turns whacking each other over
and over. It felt good to take her frustration out on him.
Finally, he wrenched the pillow from her hands, took hold of
her wrists, and yanked her up against his chest. Her nipples hardened on
contact, and she inched back, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
His eyes flicked downward and then up. A slight move, but
she saw it. She bumped her pelvis lightly into his and felt his bulging
erection. Good. She wasn’t the only one affected by their physical proximity.
She wrenched free of his grasp. “That’s not fair, using your
size against me.”
He shrugged. “All’s fair in l– war.”
Interesting slip up, buddy. She thought back to the days
when they had wrestled with one another and he had used his strength to win. If
memory served, she’d come up with some pretty creative ways of gaining the
upper hand. He was in for a big surprise if he thought she’d give up so easily
tonight. Even after all this time, she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.
She hopped to her feet and kicked one leg out, her shin
connecting with the side of his
ribcage. Caught off guard, he toppled sideways, ending up on
his back with her on top, her knees on either side of his torso, her hands
pinning his arms to the bed.
Surprise registered on his face, but it wouldn't last long,
and she knew it. She sprang off the mattress, flipped over his head, and landed
on her feet on the floor. Quickly, she turned, and twisted his arms together in
her grasp.
“Shit,” he muttered. “I’d forgotten how quick you are.”
Fresh out of ideas, she let go of him, having no desire to
put herself in a more vulnerable position. But, she failed to step away fast
enough. He reached above his head, grabbed her at the hips, and sat up while
flipping her forward.
A squeal escaped her lips, and the next second, she was
suspended upside down in the air with her face an inch from his crotch. She wet
her lips at the sight of the bulge there.
The new head coach has barely gotten her beams in alignment
when she's threatened with a lawsuit by a father for refusing to train his brat
of a daughter.
Shelley Longstaff finally has her chance to be in charge
only to rue the day when she is asked to train the dreaded Anna Fortier, a
gymnast who has no sense of sportsmanship and makes everyone in her vicinity
miserable. When Shelley refuses, she's threatened with a lawsuit by her father.
To make things worse, Shelley has an inexplicable attraction to the arrogant
rich lawyer!
Since his wife's death five years ago, Jacques (Jack)
Fortier does whatever it takes to protect what is his. Shelley's club is his
last resort to keep his daughter in the sport, but threatening to sue her isn't
exactly his smartest move. When she grudgingly agrees to give Anna a chance, he
finds himself attracted to the spritely gymnastics coach - the first woman he's
had any feelings for since his wife passed away.
As Shelley and Jack leap over the line in their parent-coach
relationship, Shelley worries over falling in love with a man who admittedly
still loves his late wife. But when a crisis of teenage proportions threatens
their relationship, will they risk everything for the chance to achieve The
Perfect Score?
Excerpt:
He didn’t say anything, but placed a hand on top of the one
she had on his thigh. That’s when she noticed the intimacy of their current
position. Flustered, she stood and gestured with her hands. “I wanted to go to
the Olympics when I was little, but as I got older, I realized I wouldn’t make
it. I changed my vision. I wanted to be able to compete, and later I wanted to
become a coach. At university, I studied human movement, and I chose to be a
part of the sport in a different way.”
“It’s something to think about.”
The faraway tone of his voice told her he didn’t like
admitting defeat. Their eyes met again, and the intensity of his gaze had
Shelley frozen to the spot. He rose, towering over her, and picked up one of
her hands. Lifting it up to eye level, he flattened his palm against hers. Her
hand was half the size.
Her heart pounded when he folded his fingers over hers, and
the sound of blood rushing in her ears was all she heard. A small smile
blossomed as she remembered what she’d thought the first time she’d seen the
size of his hands.
“I like it when you smile,” he said, his voice deep. “What
are you thinking?”
“The first time I saw your hand I thought it would cover my
whole chest. Such an inappropriate thought when first meeting a parent of a
potential club member.” She snapped out of her stupor and blushed deeply. “Oh,
dear Lord, I can’t believe I said that.”
He shifted his gaze to her breasts. “Shall we test your
theory?”
Her nipples hardened in response, and her eyes widened.
“It’s not appropriate for you to be staring at my breasts.”
“You shouldn’t have mentioned them.”
“Are we sixteen?”
“Far from it.” He glanced at her lips. “I suppose it
wouldn’t be appropriate for me to kiss you.”
“Precisely.” Her voice was far too breathy for her liking.
She tried taking her hand out of his, but he tightened his grip.
“I’m going to do it anyway.” He lowered his face toward
hers.
She turned her head, trying to remain in control of this
situation. Her brain told her this wasn’t a good idea. Her body said, What the
hell? “Jack.” Her firm tone should have brooked no argument. Too bad it came
out with a quiver.
His eyes closed. “Say it again.”
Her voice trembled when she spoke. “Say what?”
“My name. I hate it when you call me Mr. Fortier.”
“Mr. Fortier,” she began, but Jack caught her chin gently in
his hand. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t try to escape. “Do you always
expect to get what you want?”
“Not a lot of people say no to me.” His lips were a hair’s
breadth away from hers. “Please say my name.”
With their lips almost touching, she whispered, “Jack.”
She had been about to say they should keep their
relationship professional, and intimate contact was out of the question. But
when he sealed her lips with a kiss, further protest died in her throat. He
added a little pressure, and warmth spread throughout her entire body.
Her body responded like a woman dying of thirst needs water.
She thought his kisses would’ve been aggressive like him, but this was unlike
any kiss she had ever experienced. It spoke of moonlit walks and breakfasts in
bed, promised tender good nights, and passionate good mornings, whispered words
meant only for a lover’s ear, and dreams shared only with another.
Shelley had always viewed a kiss as a prelude to sex, but never
to her future.
She drew back and pressed a shaking hand to her lips.
Future? She had no future with this man beyond seeing him from time to time at
the gym when he brought his daughter for practice.
Completely unnerved, she could only muster two words. “Oh.
Wow.”
Author Bio:
A full-time mom,
Kellie Kamryn spends most of her days as an occasional chauffeur, part-time
cook, half-time maid, arm-chair psychologist, and full-time Captain of her
crew. In her spare time, she uses her imagination to write stories and poetry
that sweep herself and readers into other worlds - everything from sweet to
hot, steamy prose that will melt your heart (or your undies)! Her vivid
story-telling and quirky sense of humor have gained her numerous 5-star reader
and reviewer reviews. Truly multi-talented, when she has absolute quiet, she
does voice work for one of her publishers by recording audio books.
PRO member of the
Romance Writers of America, Kellie is a regular contributing blogger for the
Ass Cheek Angels, and the Naughty Romance Writers. She is also a motivational
speaker who will be presenting her workshop 10 Ways to Stay Positively
Motivated In Writing and In Life at the Moonlight and Magnolias Conference in
Georgia later this year.
Thank you for hosting me on my tour. My apologies for not commenting earlier. I had a family emergency arise and it took up a lot of my time. Thank you again and I wish you all the best :)
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