Valentine’s Day is a time for firsts. First loves. First kisses. First dates. For me, the day is extra special as it marks my first date with my husband of almost 24 years.
Over the next couple of days, I’m going to celebrate these special firsts.
These two excepts are glimpses at first kisses from Heartstrings, book 1 of the Singing to the Heart series. The first excerpt shows Seth and Abby remembering their first kiss and the second scene is the one that counts in this reunion story…
Oh the Memories…
“Stop the truck.”
Seth glanced at her. Abby clutched at her belly, and even in the dim light of the dashboard, he could see her face was turning three shades of green. “Hold on.”
There was no room on the side of the road to pull off, so he stopped in the middle of the driving lane and hit the hazard lights.
She moaned again. “I’m gonna be sick.”
As he unlatched his seatbelt, he swung open his door. She fumbled with the door handle on her side. He rushed around the truck and threw open her door, then reached over her to unclip her seatbelt. She let him help her out of the truck.
Before he was able to get out of the way, she heaved and spewed everything in her belly all over his jeans and thousand-dollar, genuine ostrich skin, custom-made boots.
When she was finished, she pushed her hair back and looked up at him, eyes huge with embarrassment. She wiped her mouth and whispered, “I-I’m sorry.”
He glanced down at the mess and couldn’t even be mad at her. “Remember that time when we went to the Founder’s Day fair, and rode that carnival ride? What was it called?”
She closed her eyes. “The Whip-a-Whirl. I’d gorged myself on cotton candy and soda- pop right before I let you talk me into riding it.”
Laughing, he helped her back into the truck. “And I paid for it when all that cotton candy and soda-pop ended up all over my lap.”
She groaned and let out a choked chuckle, hiding her face in her hands. “You had to remind me. I was so nervous because you’d kissed me earlier that day back at the Double K. I hoped to impress you and instead ended up puking all over you.”
Is that why you downed four beers in less than an hour? Do I make you nervous?
He leaned into the opening and snapped her seatbelt around her again. They were so close he could have kissed her if he wanted to–which he definitely wanted to, but not right now. His belly rolled, and he swallowed.
“You remember that first kiss, don’t you, Seth?”
Oh, he remembered. He was fifteen and she was fourteen, and the memory of it easily gave him a hard-on for a long time afterward. Scared the hell out of him. But he’d never forgotten his first kiss. “I remember.” He brushed her hair out of her face and smiled. “You were so shy.”
“I couldn’t believe you kissed me.”
“Let’s get you home.”
The Kiss that Counts…
He stepped toward her. The clean, masculine scent of his musky cologne and something entirely Seth enveloped her. His warmth surrounded her. Abby trembled from the heat in his deep mossy green eyes.
His breaths came faster, making that wonderful chest rise and fall, and she had to touch him. She laid her hand on the great expanse of toned muscle and curled her fingers in the soft cotton of his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her against the stall door. The horse’s snort seemed to come to her ears from a great distance as he tilted his head toward hers. His breath warmed her face as electricity coursed between them. Then he brushed his lips against hers.
She fisted her free hand into the hair at his nape, pulling him closer, as he deepened the kiss. His tongue was sweet and hot, a velvety reminder of the passion she’d only ever felt in his touch. He rubbed down her sides to her behind and lifted her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, pulling him closer.
She moaned when the hard length of his arousal pressed against her center. She chased his tongue, and as he tried to retreat, she sucked on it, eliciting a lusty groan from deep in his chest. She let her other hand roam over his shoulders, up into his hair, pushing off his hat.
They both froze at the softly spoken word. When she looked past his shoulder toward the door, Emily stood there peering at them with her mouth hanging slightly open, eyes wide.
Abby immediately untangled herself from him and tried to shove him away. “Seth is helping me with the horses.”
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He’s determined to set things right, no matter the cost.
The last person Abby Crawford wants to face down is country music superstar Seth Kendall. Last time she did, she flat-out lied so he’d go to Nashville without her. She’s never understood why their mutual best friend proposed, but she went with it so her baby wouldn’t be fatherless. Now she’s a divorced mother of a teenager, and secretly Seth’s biggest fan.
Seth is home in McAllister, Texas for his father’s funeral…and a chance to meet the daughter he’s never known. He’s willing to face the music of his own making and admit he’s known about his little girl all along. For fifteen years he’s kept his distance because Abby told him to follow his dreams without her, insisting she didn’t love him. But now he won’t leave until he knows his daughter and she knows him, even if it means facing the woman who broke his heart for good.
Confessing she’s lied about her daughter’s paternity all these years won’t be easy for Abby, especially with her ex blackmailing her to keep the secret. And Seth doesn’t know the hardest truth of all: Every love song he plays on his guitar still plucks her heartstrings.
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